I try to stretch my thoughts
like mozzarella in a grill...
How can I forget the smell of fall
picking apples from high branches...
On one planet or another,
you once told me...
To the people who cast demons-
May your words travel...
You cannot force the words out in a poem,
any more so than you can force someone...
I am the lost art amongst a
sea of authors...
I once
had a dream...
I saw Mrs Fields
reach for the sun with her eyes...
I see with eyes closed
imagined colours...
I see the sun it feels so warm, lighting up my...
I feel the sand under my feet, so warm with it's...
Don't leave her.
Separation is not freedom...
I never wanted to be the sun
but surely enough...