Nature's Garden

Underneath the roots, the beauty stems.

What grows is planted.

I was born with dirt in my nails, pigments of spring in my eyes—

Existing in nature's garden, cultivating life into the earth with my hands...

It's poetry.

LIFE AS IT IS

Post, like, tweet, repeat…

Don’t like what I said? “Unfriend” “Delete”  

Influence the masses – In Social We Trust

I have to share it… because… I must!

Follow the followers, think with the trends…

If I don’t like your post then are we still friends?

It’s viral, don’t catch it—the vanity train…

The Millennial mission for insta-fame.

Let’s get political, stand up for what’s right

Make a huge impact by getting more likes

#RIPPoundSign — Your memory fades.

Lost forever from the digital days.

At least we’re connected, refreshed, up-to-date...

I won’t forget birthdays, I’ll never be late…

I can test my IQ with a BuzzFeed Quiz!

That’s life in a nutshell, that’s life as it is.

Focus

Everything captured

Inside a sadistic lens

Nothing is sacred

Wishing Well

I'm wishing well
Into a tunnel of hopes
Throwing my pennies
Into nothing I can reach
Desperately I hope for change
Because all my change is gone

Maybe we shouldn't throw wishes away
You never know who's taking them

My Carousel

The stampede gallops rampantly
Laughter whistles around the wind
I squeeze the reins tighter to tame my fear
Leaky eyes half open-half closed
Trying to view the blurry world
As the dizzy menagerie spins
Inside my carousel

Black Chandelier

In her quarters she rests, dear beloved Camille

Preserved and kept in solitary time

The latent dust never rises, settled still

In her silent asylum she lies

She dreams of dancing under darkened skies

Where the moonlight adorns the dead

If she still had lids she would open her eyes
as he sits at the foot of her bed

He cradles the corpse with a temperate lift

So not to puncture her porcelain sphere

Into the ballroom the candles are lit

As they dance under the black chandelier

With her feet off the ground she moves with his pace

Until the dawn exposes the day

You can almost remember the smile on her face

Before the skin slowly rotted away

Patient Camille, all she has is time

She waits for him to appear

She may be dead but she feels most alive

Underneath the black chandelier

Wasting Time

Wasting time

I plan to unwind

I'm in the kitchen

pouring my wine

Skipped work today

Drinking away

The hours will go

But the buzz always stays

It's nice to kick back

Just sit and relax

pouring glass after glass

As the time seems to pass

I sit on my ass

Wasting time