I know why the caged bird sings

she soars and she sighs

through the marble halls it rings

between the light from sunrise

she spies shadowy things

still her voice gently flies

her feathers are all dull

her time is past nigh

yet the rooms are still full

white gold creases the sky

then fades to black null

it weeps at her cry

little bird long gone

her bones cradled in ivy

but her song carries on

...

I love the rain

it melts over dry rocks with grace

it smells like stars

cold, earthy, and gorgeous

it smells like the color green

the clouds weep for freedom

they cannot touch the moon

only ever fall down and get reused

the sun burns them up for spite

thunder exhilarates me

the sky booming its outrage

wind and water too big for us fragile creatures

rain brings color

sun heralds death

lay me do...

I am guarded

I live a dream and love a lie

you are dangerous

you talk so loud and hurt so sweet

you twist my words into brambles

you weave sentences that smell of roses

I fall apart every time you speak

I cry quietly so you don’t hear

I need to let go

I’m drowning in your sins

you love me as much as you know how

you don’t know me at all

you hide your face from the camera

you’re sorry for your ...

sometimes it hurts to think

the way I saw you before

you left

for good

as time passed without you

I grew into myself and out of your shoes

finally putting you to test

and you failed

I always wanted to believe

you’d always rescue me

you let me believe

but now I’m drowning

you love to pretend

make believe me a princess

a marionette on silver strings

so you could be king

I loved you

I admire...

as I walked on the precipice between shadow and light

stars dancing in the moonlit deep

nothing felt more real than the crunch of my boots and the chill of the night

sparks swirled like petals crowned in red

as the sky glimmered and glowed in a fitful sleep

the sun dipped down underneath my feet, the moon tipping over my head

where the sky had no end and the earth seemed uncertain

up seemed like...

candle smoke and sage

wildflowers in barley

apple skins and cherry blossoms

ever higher the moon rises

pastel sands and frolicking seas

sugar on the tongue and salt in the breeze

raspberry clouds and violet stars

petals float on the water

falcon cries and long sunbeams

lush vines on the bones of your guardians

white wings and crisp steel

crimson snow crowns our peaks

golden rings and storms

gli...