Roses and Robots

You think you have no way out.
You think that all is lost.
You lose your tears.

Drown and lose emotion.
Let it sink to the bottom.

Objectivity and fairness.
You must be fair.
To yourself.

This fair robot will give you roses if you will be kinder to yourself.

It is never as cold as you think it is.
Summer lives in the depths of winter.

Only if for a Night

Shake it out.

Brutality 

and

rawness.

Drowning all that you dare to touch.

'Only if for a night',

the machines tell us.

A flower

can get lonely

without a sun,

to drown it 

in light.

My feet walk me

to places

on heaven and earth.

Knowing and unknowing

all that I am.

Dignity without Breathing

Hold me in a state of tension,
                                            my butterflies holding my breath for me.

Can I breathe through this,
                                        without passing out, and going under?

Holding me hostage,
                              is my fear of you, and what you will do.

Breaking for tears,
                            I bend like bamboo.

Losing everything,
                           I just can't breathe.

Dress me with dignity.

Sink, Float, Light Up!

Like a candle,
                     burn bright again in your window.

Freedom is gained,
                            only by taking the risk you are so afraid of.

You will learn to sink and float,
                                               swimming for a dream to come true.

Let it go,
             for simplicity,
                                for innocence,
                                                      and for trust.

Slippery Grasp

Like water,

I slip out of your grasp.

No solid earth

to hold me.

Nothing for you 

to contain my being, 

as I fill up 

and

empty out

all that I am,

over and over.

A vase

full of 

mess and broken beautiful

flowers.

You wish to hold me. 

But,

you don't know how.

Silver Ashes

Silver ashes falling from the sky.

A bird flies past,

oblivious

to the changes arriving

to change a life

that is already broken.

If we have to give up something up

-for another life-

What is it going to be?

Knowing Pluto

will take everything 

away from us.

An Underworld

that wants our lives

for us.

Only we 

act

as though

we don't even 

want it.

Giving it up like an unwanted gift,

and 

asking for it back

after burning it

to ashes.

Supernova Heart

Come and sit with me

in your little star 

in the sky.

Waiting for your supernova.

Black hole

losing its grip

on 

our fear of love.

I can

and

I will

light you up,

like 

there was never a broken heart

to start with.

Eject the mass,

and 

be ready to burst open.

Love like the night-time sun.