The Blossom in Bloom

"And here I thought I would be a tulip,"
Said the pink blossom,shaking petals and leaves
"Thought it was possible...then I grew up."
Have you ever seen a flower when it grieves?

"Mr. Blossom" I said, "don't be sullen,
You still are a wonderful little sight."
He looked at me as if I'd just stolen
The sun forever to bury him in night

He puffed out his buds and replied dryly
"You can't comprehend the life of a flower."
"But I know of dead dreams," I said shyly.
He shook his stem; I began to cower

Seeing my face, his regret was apparent
He sighed, "Atleast your petals aren't all spent."

It Used to be Me

The one touching your hair, with her hands
Running along the stubbles of your beard
Longing together...I don't understand
It's as bad, just as bad, as I had feared

Now she's sitting on your lap, head tilted back
Laughing with her teeth bared like little knives
Around her eyes, baby lines have started to crack
Alone in my room, something in me cries

He belonged to me once! He was mine, mine
His eyes glow as he gazes adoring
While mine streak drops as thoughts burrow back in time
Sink in the mud of what I'd been ignoring

I was once the girl you thought of at night
And now I'm less than a shadow near her light

The Lonely Pony

The pony stood still on the pink evening
With the stars glistening far far above
Out from a flowerbush she heard something sing
Perhaps it was a crow, perhaps a dove

The other ponies were all together
Playing games and chasing their own shadows
She wanted to join them, but wasn’t sure whether
She belonged with them or with singing crows

Shaking her mane, she decided to run
Like the ghost of a speck of former dust
Was she going towards or away from the sun?
Felt she would stumble at each sullen gust

The faster she ran the less real she grew
Until the became a shadow someone drew

She has what I don't

It wasn’t like I really thought he would
Ever want to care for such a creature
Especially the more he understood
Saw all the poor cracks in every feature

Of course he would want a girl just like her
With hair that doesn’t curl in water
And eyes that comply and stay demure
Perfectly worthy of what you bought her

I look at myself, at my reflection
So many stories, so many sorrows
Every single thing laced with imperfection
And a sense of the evening’s cold tomorrows

Well of course he would want her and not me
I knew all along, but didn’t want to see…

Crying at the Disco

The hour of the night has come upon
When pulses quicken and voices hush hush
The base caresses, drives the figures to dawn
And boys circle girls, with lips so lush

My eyesight dims and fantasies awaken
All in a rhythm I delve into space
I know when I leave I will be shaken
That I won’t recognize my waning face

But right now the magic is screaming
Teething through the air, into blood streams
The wine I drink is my blood, seeped in dreaming
None of the faces around know what it means

To be here, trapped and united by sound
Everything lost, so it’s easy to be found

The Slide With Wiw

They played in the garden til it was dusk
His cheek was sprinkled with bits of the brown
Her hair had absorbed the flowery musk
The crickets were chirping – the only sound

He looked up at her with crystal blue eyes glowing
Raised one eyebrow and glanced over towards the slide
She had risen without even knowing
He rose in unison and nearly cried

“I will get there first” but he had refrained
As though she hadn’t known they were racing!
Her blond locks blew through her eyes unrestrained
Up up the slide, at the top embracing

Down they went, their blue eyes laughing in sync
Down through childhood in just an eye’s blink

Enter the Tunnel Sir Troll

The troll rubbed his hands together in rapture
Glanced to his left, to his right – all clear
Furtive, although he knew they’d never capture..
“No one in the world could guess I was here!”

He dropped to his knees, crawled under the gate
His red hair scraping dry across the stone
Could he turn back or was he impelled by fate?
He smiled in answer and his eyes shone

Once inside, silence overtook the air
And for a moment, he was paralyzed
There wasn't a threat – threat was everywhere
“I will probably die here,” he realized

He laughed at himself, throat shaking with spite
As he raced forward into the tunnel’s night

The Pink Elephant Streamed Along

The little elephant hurried along
“Faster faster now I just want to fly”
She cried, blowing her trunk out in a song
I raised an eyebrow as she darted by

Step by step she disappeared into dawn
Her skin a soft pink, her gait a soft run
I hesitated too long; she was gone
What was that song, sweet song she had sung?

Lost in her joy, the world was delight
She saw no death, no fear, no horror
From out of her eyes, shone a peach light
Whatever she gazed upon grew purer

I’ll never forget the way the pink elephant ran
Although it is certain I’ll never see her again