Spoken
Sweet sillibant sounds sway
Against her mind, her heart
Standing in her way
Raging, roaring, rising, ringing
Vibrations in her finger tips
A quiet toneless singing
He hurts her hands, her head, her heart
Breaks and reforms, dies and lives
But he can?t hear it stop and start.
On My Own
Eponine
I know her pain
The silent screams
The imagined touch
Love only at the end
In death
In the rain the pavement shines
The rain is falling
And all the flowers dying
Hold me
It shines like silver
It?s only
In my mind
Hot House
Cold air and hot water
Using imagined breath
To coax the flower to bloom
Cold air and hot water
Wanting to be filled with the sun
Settling for imitation light
Cold air and hot water
Wilted and exhausted
Longing to grow wild
Cold air and hot water
Stiffled screams, silent cries,
How long before it dies?
We are Mysteries
Black hair, polished woman
Red hair, wild woman
Brown hair, tough woman
Golden hair, frail woman
They gather round a cauldron
They gathered round on Tuesday
Tuesday?s child to give away dreams
Tuesday?s child of laughter and screams
Green eyes, fey child
Grey eyes, wandering child
Brown eyes, quiet child
Blue eyes, strange child
They gather round a circle
They gathered round on Thursday
Thursday?s woman to hold a past
Thursday?s woman of feast and fast
Last Days
Why am I acting the way I am?
I?ll tell you if you care to listen
I may not see some of these people
Ever again
I want to fill my last few days with color
With intensive emotion
But Anger hurts the other
Sorrow causes physical pain
And Love causes sorrow
Fear drives others away
That leaves what I?ve been doing
I?m not really like this
I?m not a nymph
I think
Shadow in the Corner
Are you death?
Are you insanity/
You are so beautiful
I didn?t think so
At first
But now, you entrance me
I long for your touch
And fear it
I can?t help looking
Gazing in your eyes
Staring at your lips
You are driving me insane
You are killing me
And I enjoy it.
