Faded Magic

Worn fairy tale books.
Remnants
of when I believed
in magic.

Fallen glitter.
Faded photos
of my baby face.

Where is that part of me?

All that's left
now are memories
and remnants.

Drunk and Out In Eugene

Polychromatic visions
blending into each other.

Bleeding feet,
cold arms,
wide smiles,
diamond eyes.

Worlds colliding
and a warm fuzzy feeling
in the pit of my stomach.

Everyone is my best friend
now.

There's Some Good In This World And It's You

You are how I feel

when I see all the goodness
and I feel like time
will never run out
and I'll live forever.

You are my feeling

of wonder

for the world.

When did I turn

into this sappy

cheesy

lovesick fool?

Who knew
one person
could alter
a universe?
Or turn such a
cynical girl
into an optimist?
But you have.

The End Of The Line

The old lay dying
peacefully
in worn armchairs.
In floral shirts
and tweed jackets.

The old
with paper white skin
and maps of wrinkles.
Tired voices.
Forgotten by almost all.

This is how it all ends.

Only Static

Waiting around
for the distinct ping
on my screen.

Torture when the liquid fire
is in me.

Nothing.

Nothing.

I listen for it
but only the static
of my television.

Nothing.

Does this last an eternity?

Let The Pink Wine Flow

In the bath
touching my round breasts
drinking French pink wine.
Hot water forever.
I think about the books
on my shelves.
I think about…
The love of my life
and why I can't
just be normal.

The wine is gone…
The wine is gone too often.

Looking From The Inside Out

What defines me?
My manipulated looks?
The words I spew?
The pop culture I'm force fed?
My mistakes?

No one will ever know
the torture of my mind.

There is freedom greater
than any here...
But darkness too.