Haiku for a snowy evening walk.

Tender young white snow,
An unbroken new canvas
Waiting for footprints.

I walk in the snow.
It is still falling quickly,
Dancing on the breeze.

Snowflakes on my face,
Melting in my eyelashes,
Blessing upturned face.

Behind me footprints
Covered with the falling snow.
I do not exist!

I am all alone
Amid the falling snowflakes.
So much beauty here.

Peacefully reflect
The white falling snow stillness
Silent in my soul.

Virtue

I am innocence.
For whom the longing arms doth reach,
In tombs of silent senseless sleep,
Who slips on by desire's beach,
Upon unknowing's endless deep.

I am purity.
And though I tread the spotted world,
Must pass and see the unclean thing,
Though at me shame and insult hurled,
My hands are clean, I feel no sting.

I am charity.
With endless love for all mankind
Seeking out your better parts
Ever a reason wishing to find
To hold you in the best of hearts.

Arm's distance.

Pleasure to finally meet you sir,
Yes, indeed, a very great pleasure.
I've heard so much about you sir,
I'm very good friends with your mother.
I do hope you had a good trip sir,
This is abominable weather,
But perhaps you took the other way sir,
I hear it's much, much better.
And how is your mother sir?
I heard that she had cancer.
yes, it's a terrible shame sir.
But she'll be well soon I'm sure.
Oh no, I couldn't do that sir.
I wouldn't want to be a bother.

Love's tradition.

On the misty moors at night
When my love rides out of sight
I light a candle on the sill,
To guide him homeward, Please God's will.
The moors are rife with hidden traps
And death on silent black wings flaps.
O'er the moors, but love can see.
My candle calls, "Home, to me."

Dressing up

She wears clear neon jelly bracelets
And pastel plastic barrettes,
Borrowed from her older sister's past.
A dress from when her mom was younger
Puddles around her feet
Which slip around in high heeled shoes
No one wants anymore.
Cast offs, sad and unloved,
Until a child's imagination
Makes them fit for a princess.

A poem about onions.

Oh my spicy sweet onion child,
I love your crazy ways.
And yes I'd rather have you than
A strawberry parfait,
'Cause parfaits are kind of boring
When compared with your complexity.
Oh baby, it's all those layers.
Mmm! So sexy!
Sometimes your sauteed sweet and golden,
Sometimes your fresh, crisp and strong,
But anyway your served up darling,
I could eat you all day long!

To Rae

Dear Rae,

I've figured you out. Our relationship can be better now, because I know what you are. You are the part of me that pushes me to be better, the part of me that doesn't accept failure, the part of me that wants me to succeed. In the past, I've allowed you to take over my mind. I've given you more power than I should have, and that has hurt me. You are critical. You focus in on my faults and I feel unworthy, unloved, unhappy, because I gave you that power.

Rae, I know now how to deal with you. I know that you can be a gentle, guiding force in my life, helping me to make decisions, motivate myself, and become the best person I can be. First we have to set some ground rules. No more focusing on my faults. As soon as your criticisms start tearing down my sense of self, I will shut you out. That's not to say you can't help me see where I might improve, but you must do it gently and quickly. No nagging. Also, when I come with an idea, let's look at it more positively. Instead of immediately telling me how I could fail, let's explore it with the goal of finding out whether it will make me happy, and if it will, how to make it happen.

I look forward to these changes. I look forward to making this a fruitful relationship, and becoming good friends. I am sure that you keen sense of right and wrong and your belief that I can be good at things will be good for me. Thank you. And from now on, you will no longer be Rae, the Root of All Evil, but Ray, the guiding light.

Love, Juliet.

To reach the unreachable stars

She sighs and holds the idea up, turning it back and forth in her minds eye. It catches the light of hope and glints attractively but she knows it is a false jewel of glass, and she lays it by. There are so many of them heaped about her, stifling her it feels. The weight of a thousand worthless dreams, all so beautiful, and so seemingly unattainable. She sifts through them endlessly, searching for the precious gem that will carry her forward, never realizing that every single one of them could be a diamond if only she'd let it.

The Drama Queens

The Drama Queens are back in town,
Mascara teardrops rolling down
Their florid cheeks past scarlet lips.
Spilling forth, wild spurts and snips.
Out of control, emotional cries.
Heat of the moment, twisting lies.

She hugs their broken, pent up sobs
About their boyfriends, kids and jobs.
Mrs. Fixit fixed it again
And stemmed the flood of blackened rain.
Off they trip, Oh! So satisfied.
Come again on tomorrow's tide.

Help Thou My Unbelief

The night is dark and I fear, my Lord,
To let go of this branch, to fall.
Think not, Lord, that I fear thy arms!
To thee I give naught but my all!
But I cannot see the bottom, Lord,
Of the chasm that gapes at my feet
And though I know my paltry grasp
Or this green sapling must know defeat
Though I know thine arms are waiting for me
To rescue me, save me, protect,
Fear of the unknown spasms my hands
And I cannot let go, though I'm wrecked.
Oh turn a blind eye to my unbelief!
See not my untrusting fear!
Oh Lord as I cling to my margin of safety
As in terror I weep in thine ear,
Oh wait for me! Wait for me Lord!
For soon I must fall from this place
And Lord if thou'rt not there to catch me
I am Lost! Oh I am lost into space!

A mere Seventy or Eighty years.

I'm in a boat crossing the seas.
Sometimes riding the crests
Sometimes down in the troughs
But only for the moment of this particular journey
From fledgling spirit
To eternal person
What's a mere seventy or eighty years compared with eternity?

How to enjoy Jane Eyre

The sunlight falls in pleasant stripes
From the blinds unto my bed
And nestled in my fingertips
My kitty rests her head.
The chocolates melt upon my tongue
With subtle floral hints
And resting head on pillows propped
I indulge with pleasant lavishness,
In a novel pleasing form and fancy
Of my mind's unsparing tastes.
From the first and gentle blossoms
Of Love to the bitter wastes
Of Despair and Sorrow plunging
Then up again to soar
Into a pleasing ending,
Happy evermore.

House-sitting.

The house is quiet,
Devoid of other.
I sit alone
At a stranger's table
When I eat my meals.
I watch tv alone
No-one to exclaim to.
I clean up my own messes,
And none other's.
It's peaceful,
And liberating.
I want more.

Propoganda machine

Playdough visions of formless minds
Ripe for societal conditioning
Bound by fear to boredom scarred desks
Waiting, watching, listening.

How I got the scratch on my face.

It's a bird, It's a plane, it's......Scaredycat!!!!
Leaping off falling baskets at the speed of light!
But what's this? Oh no! A giant head is in her path!
Swish! MROOOOOW! Yikes!

Painted lady

If you don't put on your veneer, you don't care about yourself. Your self esteem is zip. If you do put on your veneer, you're succumbing. You've fallen for the lie that you have to be beautiful all the time. And sometimes you stand there and you struggle with what you're told. Am I beautiful as I am? Do I need to lose weight for my health? What IS a healthy weight? Am I perpetuating the slavery of women to the male ideal? Is the male ideal a figment of the female imagination? And you wonder, how can a tube of lipstick be so fraught? How can the way you feel about your own body be so tied up in the psychobabble phrases of people you've never met? And your mother, who loves you, aims those phrases at you, and you know it's because she loves you, but it makes it even harder. Every time you pick up your brushes you question your motives. Why am I putting this on my skin? Who is really benefitting here? You tell yourself your expressing yourself, but you wonder if there's a hollow ring to that phrase, and then you jump at yourself for overanalyzing, but you're still wondering if you're just rationalizing. You cover your face in powder and cream, veiling it, to get a job, to get a date, to get your Mom to not ask about your eating habits and why you're breaking out. And you see yourself in the mirror, and you think you look pretty, and other people tell you you look pretty, but you know it's wax and pigments they're complimenting. And you look at the real you, the shade of your lips, the color of your eyelashes, the true nature of your skin, and you think, this is beautiful too. Why can't people see?

What Mona Lisa was thinking.

She laughed as she related it,
What you said about me.
And I laughed along with her because it was sweet and a little awkward and it made me happy.
But inside I am quietly turning the information over.
What does it mean to me?
What does it mean to you?
What do I need to do with it?
One thing I know for sure,
I am going to visit this thought often for the next few days
And smile that secret inward smile known only to the female race.

Arachnitypist!

My fingers tap the keyboard
Like a spider's testing staccatto
As it inches warily forward
Into an unknown insect grotto.

Listening to classical piano

Cascading over each other
A waterfall of notes
In liquid harmonies
Upon which my mind floats

Fairy thoughts

Far and away the future flies
On wings as bright as dreams,
A vision passed before our eyes.
Silver gossamer it seems,
That thinly veils our wishing
From the life we erstwhile lead.
The life that stands there dishing
Out the fragile, hopeful seed
That planted in our memory
Will root the suckling plant
Upon which that ephemery,
Our future, will lightly land.

On entertaining the long lost Uncle from Germany.

For someone I've never met before and who I felt I was supposed to get along with we got on pretty well. It's always hard to get along with someone you're supposed to get along with. Especially when they're staying at your house for a few days. I think he liked us back, even if we ARE religious weirdos and Dad is a conservative. It was nice being able to talk with someone who knows more than I do about art and literature. We stayed up late one night reading funny old poetry and talking about other languages. All in all I had a nice time, and I hope he did too.

Adult session of Stake Conference with Elder Dallin H Oaks

I will always remember,
And treasure in my heart
The tears in my brother's eyes
As he listened to the Prophet.

poetic horror

Glasswinged she flies
Forever haunted
By the dying lies
Echoing behind her.
And if this isn't a load of tripe,
You can put it through the grinder.

Illusion

Kandukondain! Kandukondain!
I have found it! I have found it!
Tell me truly, have I not found it?
Yes! I have! I have found it in the rain.

Easier said than done.

Sitting in my jeans and a plaid shirt,
Listening to the proclaimers.
I know it isn't healthy,
I know it isn't right,
But I really really wish
I had a date tonight.
All the books tell me
I shouldn't wait around for love
I should go out and chase my dreams.
How do you chase a dream
That isn't anywhere in sight?
I know someday I'll find someone,
But waiting is very hard
When my dreams keep struggling
To leave the dull ground and take flight.

Egg

Smooth and white
It rests in my palm.
A perfect surface
Unbroken.
Strong and fragile,
A promise of life.

Fishermanbait

He decided to stop fishing,
He rarely catches anything.
But today the sunshine lured him out.
He casts his line out the first time,
Then casts it out again.
He feels a tug on the line and reels in
A beautiful golden scaled bass.
He's taken to fishing again,
Hook, line and sinker.

Sunday School lessons.

Today the children taught me.
With their testimonies,
And simple kindnesses,
They humbled me.
I hope I can be as humble,
And as teachable,
As the children who teach me.

Due South

I'm watching
A really dorky old TV show
On Youtube
With my Brother and Sister.
Life is good.

Stuff

Okay, here's a couple of the unposted vacation poems!

Why do those fish keep startling me out of my reverie?

I'm casting my line, again and again.
And the lure skims fitfully
Through the glassy green water.
The fish are striking, again and again,
I'm too preoccupied to catch them.
It doesn't matter.
I am enjoying the company of my thoughts.

Psalm

Oh my father!
I am lost and confused.
The trial of my faith is upon me
And I do not know if I have strength to endure.
Oh Father!
Help me to trust in thy care!
Help me to lean not unto mine own understanding,
But upon thy perfect love.
I want to hope, oh how I long to hope.
I see thy love, I know thy love,
But I cannot see the light
In the darkness that seems my future.


A wet dog

What a look of indignation!
As he stands there, wet and thin.
Some minutes ago he waffled
At the long dock's watery brink
Until someone else precipitated
His dive into the fishy green drink.


And today's poem,

Living in my head.

I'm mostly here
But somewhat there
And a big bit inbetween
The here and now
Is not so nice
As the maybe someday of my dreams.

Sheeeeeeeee's Baaaaaaaack

Don't worry! I haven't forgotten about you! I went on vacation with my family and didn't have access to a computer. But I will be updating with poetry soon! Here's today's poem to tide you over.

Vacation's end for the dog

Sadly he returns
To beanbag and back patio
And mourns the end of fun
Of camping with his family-o
His black nose quivers expectantly
when anyone packs their bags
Then disappointed and left behind
To his bed his feet he drags.

Late night reading

Panda eyed I start my day
Not long after I fell asleep
Books why must you tempt me thus?
Into your plots I sink so deep
I can't pull myself away.

Hat trick

Tip tap the marvelous hat
Will make you dance like fifteen dreams
I won't surmise to say that
It has magical properties but it seems
To be that way!
Just try it on and you will see!
This hat will change your life right quick.
Try a twirl, twist or something silly.
Dance with feet of flames! Snickety snick snick!
You'll only pay
Five bazillion dollars!
What? You don't go in for quick fixes? You LIKE to work?
What a nightmare. I'm leaving for sunnier climes. Goodbye.

What are we doing again?

Flying through the stratosphere
Of undelved discoveries
In a scientific atmosphere
Of rarified pseudo-honesties.
What is truth when rules keep changing
The universe is rearranging
Too constantly to understand
But Man must always seek the whys
And wherefors and thus he tries
To suit the universe to this demand.

Day is done, gone the sun.

I am tired.
Utterly and gloriously exhausted.
My feet hurt and I couldn't care less.
I am ready to go to sleep.
And I will soon.
I will sleep well and deeply,
And then I will wake up and be ready to exhaust myself again.
It is good.

The great bumpersticker massacre

Bumperstickers here and there,
Bumperstickers every where!
Bumperstickers on the bumper
Bumperstickers on the side,
Bumper stickers on the winder,
They're everywhere, you just can't hide!
On the dashboard and the gas flap
Inside, outside of the hatchback.
Bumperstickers round and square,
Bumperstickers everywhere!
Well pour on sticky slimy oil!
Bring some water to a rolling boil!
Armed with fingers, (including nails)
We won't stop 'til we hear wails!
We'll tear them off, peel them off, pull and preen
Until that bumperstickered van is clean!!

Chopping it off

I feel light and free
An impish pixie
Quite stylishly
Showing off my new haircut.

Black dog and the slide. (the flying springboard)

He stands at the bottom,
Head cocked in concentration,
Listening to his small master's voice.
"Black, tsk tsk tsk, black, um ear."
He doesn't understand how, or why.
With a mighty effort the black and white body
Scrambles up and reaches the top.
"Goog Boy. Goog Black goggy."
Is the best sound a puppy can hear.
Now standing at the top he watches in concern
As his friend goes down the slide.
Not one to miss out on the fun he tries it himself.
And realizes if he doesn't jump he'll knock over the boy and be a bad goggy.
With an even mightier effort than before,
He gets his feet under himself and performs a marvelous last minute leap.
He stands at the bottom of the slide, smiling as only a goog boy can, and receives his loves.

Housework

Like the toxic sludge a sink collects
When left to its own devices
When left alone my mind reflects
In a mire of petty vices.
It takes more work than you would think
To keep a clean, healthy mind.
More important work than the kitchen sink
Putting your mind to the daily grind.

Our yard

On the property of our new house there is:
Pink roses, and others that haven't started blooming yet,
White and Ivory columbines,
Purple irises,
Lilies of the valley,
Red tulips in the front,
Pink and yellow in the back,
White and dark purple Lilacs,
Crocuses,
Violets in blue, purple, white, light rose, mauve, and pink,
Daffodils in many shapes, colors and sizes,
Allium,
Big pink hyacinths and little muscari,
Star of Bethlehem,
Coral bells,
Pale pinkish purple phlox,
Blue flax,
Pink dogwoods,
Pale pink rhodedendron,
Hens and chicks,
Flowering sedums,
Candytuft,
Primroses in a variety of colors,
Yellow pansies,
And a few more things that I haven't identified yet.
It is clear to me that whoever lived here before us loved flowers.
We are grateful for the legacy and the ability to keep cut flowers in a vase on the table.

Ode to a dead fish.

You are a very big fish.
You would have made an impressive dish.
But sadly you are dead.
I am sure you would wish
That you weren't such a dead fish,
But your eyes are shriveled in your head.
You were a rainbow trout.
That's a fact I can tout
And not be considered wrong.
It's nothing to cry about,
Although if I stepped on you I'd shout
Because of the dreadful pong.

Adjectively Alliterating Animals

Angry, addled Alligators
Belching, burping Bushbabies
Crazy, clockwork Crocodiles
Daring, dancing Dodobirds
Effusive, elegant Elephants
Fizzy, frolicking Flamingos
Gargantuan Galloping Gazelles!
Happily hicupping Hippopotomus' (mi?)
Irritated, irked, irate Iguanas
Jealous, jiggling Jaguars
Kaftaned, knickerbockered Kangaroos
Loopy, lazy Lemurs
Mousy, mumbling Mongooses
Napping, natal Nudibranchs
Onerous, oblong Orangutans
Plinking, petulant Platypus' (pi?)
Quizzical, queerish Quahogs
Righteous, rankled Reindeer
Slippery, socialized Sables
Tripping, tantalizing Turtles
Undulating, uppity Uakari
Vituperous, vanquishing Vervets
Worried, winsome Wildebeestes
Xenophobic, xanthocarpous Xemes
Yearning, yiddish Yorkies
Zygodactyl, zymogenic Zenaidas

Yesterday's post for the Birthday Boy.

I remember when you were so little
I could hold you asleep and lying down
With only one of my arms.
I remember when you would take my glasses
And slobber all over them.
I remember when you would stick your hands into my face,
Into my mouth, my nose, my ears,
The way you do to the dog now.
I remember when you had a little bald head,
With the soft spot I was afraid for.
Now you're growing so big.
You're kind, sharing your fruit snacks or M&M's.
Your hair is getting so long.
It's yellow and curly, and makes me think of the story you like,
Goldilocks and the three bears.
You love throwing rocks into the water.
Whenever we take Black to the beach,
or walk down to the bridge by the river,
You throw rock, after rock, after rock,
Watching the splashes get carried away by the swift current.
Your favorite thing ever though is Cars.
Lightning McQueen and Mater,
Mister The King.
Even Frank.
Anything that has wheels.
You want to go fast.
You run as fast as you can down the sidewalk,
And it scares me, because sometimes you trip.
But you're always so stoic.
You stand up and say, "Yup, I'm okay."
Brushing off my concern and getting back to the serious business of running.

It's that special time of year

Alright my Darling Dearests!! It's every day in May again! Look forward to the only time of the year where you get a post every day! And today's poem is....


Somewhere over the Rainbow.

Take me over the rainbow she says,
Over the rainbow with you.
Take me over the rainbow she says,
Into the sky so blue.
Oh I'm weary of earth and troubles I see
I'm tired of working and thinking, Take me!
Over the rainbow to somewhere new
Take me, oh take me! Take me with you.

I was counting on you

Fortythree, fifteen, twenty, five.
Will we get out of this mess alive?
Five, twenty, fifteen, forty, three.
Why on earth are you asking me?

Morning scriptures

Early this morning Mom rousted us from bed,
And we all gathered in the living room
To read scriptures together.
And today was a little nicer than usual.

Easter.

I used to wonder, while I was dying eggs
Or eating candy, If I'd lost sight of the Savior.
If He felt sorrow that I think of other things,
That He does not take up one hundred per cent of my Easter.
But then I looked at my brother's face,
Holding up a blue easter egg.
And I thought to myself,
Someone who loves us so much
Can't possibly be sad about such a happy face.
He is Risen! And I shall tell it out with JOYful voice!!!!

A description of myself at twenty one.

I am a woman of passion.
I know what I love, beauty, light, life.
The ability to feel and know.
I seek out perfection in everything,
As a child instinctively seeks for learning.

I have little tolerance for faults,
My own and other's,
But that is something I am striving to mellow.

I am beginning to see my life not so much as a journey to an end or a thing to be endured,
But a series of moments to be enjoyed,
Learned from, or simply lived as the case may be,
Leading up to a moment where I will account for all of my other moments.
And in that moment I wish to say I have never wasted a moment.

I have an idea of where I want to go with my life.
I know I love to write, and it must be a part of my life.
I know I am a family woman,
And I will be happier if I have family of my own,
But I can still be happy without that.
I know I need to maintain a relationship with Heavenly Father.
That is how I stay happy.

I am a basically cheerful person by choice.
Being an introspective, deep thinker with a tendency to melancholia,
My attitude is a battle I fight often.
I can be very social, but I need alone time in between.
I crave balance,
Sometimes the middle road,
Sometimes swinging between extremes,
But always balanced.

I can seem far away from you.
Speaking through a filter.
I'm not, I don't know why this is.
Perhaps because I feel so deeply,
I try too hard to protect myself.
I'm speaking through my armor.
If I know you long enough,
My shields will go away.
I will let you into my world.
I wish I could let people in more easily.
Those I do let in I lavish with my love.

Garde Manger

I see myself as a superhero,
Standing for juice, mustard, and the American way
We have the right to eat leftovers!
Anything we don't eat can and will be used for something is the kitchen law!
Thriftiness is next to cleanliness!
I am fond of fond!
Save the Chicken!

Waiting for the Savior

Justice falling through the sky
Upon our bare and broken shoulders.
Raising torn hands, a mute cry
From the wreckage of fallen boulders.
Wailing in the silent dark
Alone 'til the tomb's cast aside.
Within our hearts a spark
Is sown for the morningtide.
When the voice will speak from the heavens
And pierce our spirits through,
A voice so full of tenderness
Pain and love, grief too.
The voice of our father in heaven
Intoducing his Son to you.

Adventures in learning

Snatching at elusive thoughts
Poised on the brink of my mind.
Plucking them from certain death
And examining each precious find.
Exploring hidden paths between
Like truths I haven't linked yet.
Pushing aside dark curtains
That veil the mysteries we forget.

Through the looking glass

When troubled by my follies, friend,
I turn to your warm, wise heart.
I find your patience, without end,
Sinks into my sould with healing art.

Unravled are the webs I wove
To entrap and deceive me.
Lifted the world under which I strove,
And now an Atlas unbound I'm free.

School lunches

Marshmallow fluff
Is evil stuff.
And fluffernutters
Should not be allowed in school.

Pura Vida

Trail your fingers in the rivers of time,
Float down slowly.
Enjoy the scenery.
You will never pass through this moment again.

Opening our home

When I was a little girl, we went to people's homes.
We played together.
Oh we had fun!
And we had people over.
I loved the feel of our home then!
Then we moved, and Mom started working,
Visits ceased with growing stress.
There wzs always an excuse,
We're too tired,
The house is too messy.
But finally, we are doing it again.
Feeding missionaries,
Play dates for the kids.
And suddenly,
Our home is cleaner,
We are happier,
And we remember what we were missing.

Elder Smith's Companion

I feel sorry for Elder Smith.
Because his companion
Is obviously a pain.
And wants to stay that way.
I would not like to be Elder Smith.
And neither would you.

First Ever After-Valentine's day Conversation Heart Haiku Contest!

Okay, I know there's people who read my blog. But I don't seem to ever hear from you guys. So I'm taking a leaf out of Diana's book and ask you all to delurk. But I'm giving it a poetic twist. SO! All those who wish to delurk may post a conversation heart haiku, (I know you are all buying them at after-valentine's day sales) and the best haiku, as voted by me, will recieve the prestigious kudos of winning the First Ever After-Valentine's day Conversation Heart Haiku Contest sponsored by Moi! If there's enough interest, this may possibly become a yearly feature. I really hope it does. Because I like reading silly haiku.

The morning debate.

Everyone likes a puppy,
Because when you wake up in the morning
They practically knock themselves over
They're so happy to see you.
Everyone likes a cat,
Because it's so happy cuddling up with you,
It doesn't want you to get up and see the puppy.

To turn a slightly bitter phrase to a more hopeful outlook. Like chocolate.

We on the outside,
Looking into our futures.
Fuzzy pink socks,
Long walks in the cold to help out,
Holding hands with a tired child.
Belonging to each other.
Sweet and fragrant tomorrows everywhere we look.
Awareness of what will be.

Perspective

Have you ever had a day,
When the dog peed on the bed and you had to wash EVERYTHING,
The iron fell on the cement floor and cracked,
You forgot to thaw the meat for dinner,
You JUST missed the email you were waiting for,
And you didn't realize that the reddish brown powder you were cleaning up was ground habanero chile pepper so you spent two hours with hands that tingled like they were just waking up,
But because you went for a walk with your little brother and his dog,
Down to the beach,
And found a perfect piece of pearly shell
That was just like the sunset you were watching
While the dog splashed in the river
And your brother threw rocks in the water to see the ripples,
It was actually a really lovely day?

Icicle in the diffused light of a cloud covered winter sun

A silver thread runs through it,
Gathering mercury hued light
Into rippled rings,
Graduating, radiant diamonds
Slowly oozing to a point
In frozen time.

Listening

I can feel the spirit gently nudge
The stone guardian of my heart.
Giving me it chance to move
And let the Savior in to do his part.

Sleeping

I'm hiding in my dreams again,
Living in my fairy land.
Perhaps I'm trying to stay sane,
Perhaps I'm already mad.

When will Mom be better?

I never really understood before,
That Clean is a temporary state.
That houskeeping is a constant war
A tiring, wearing fate.

lullaby to a wish

Moon light,
Moon bright,
Moon shining on my dreams tonight
The wishes that in sleep take flight
Soaring past my shuttered sight
Feeling so true, so real, so right.