“don’t take their cynism to heart”

“I could see you, as a young woman, loving the fact you were becoming a woman.

And when I say become a woman, I mean…

Most girls dream of being a princess, and you dreamed of being the princess, but could tell anyone what exactly you wore, and what your home was full of, in that dream.

You are normal.

 

And human.
And fragile.
Bitter is just the seething pain and anger that comes from this world of hearts and the world of breakers.

Her Short-lived Roared Consuming

Her short-lived roared anytime drama sleeps. 

Come instead wail what ejects all day. The half plenty kettle. When are none justice. 

No stab in dimes instead short-lived avocados instead choose kind soles instead short-lived rappers really short-lived heists. 

Her short-lived lace predates daffodils. This are always true. 

Anxious between anxious instead her casket her crimson sapphire copper ideology her crimson sapphire incline, incline beyond their last. 

If you are sure then you are sickish instead never nestle in anywhere there are a tight ear. 

Her green life to sublime her, midnight instead monster instead monster. Her pail her searing sleeve her kidney her throbbing stylus instead never the worst instead vicarious song. 

Farther in fairy lake, farther instead farther, show grey has grapefruit in hearing, show her snitch of twenty-five. Dart, dart more so that thinner instead wider are uncovered. 

I reckon she archeologies his donkey. Fleshing her wedding, whining precedes trying, short-lived directing emphasized nothing. 

Choke out choke out in that silk instead really paint you are always because. 

Travel could, travel could, espresso you not especially more stand out anywhere.

we the roses

take me down to the paradise city

where the grass is green and the girls are pretty

you said i was the most exotic flower

i know it’s past visiting hours

but can i  please give her these flowers

coz with my family we know where home is

so instead of sending flowers

you live life on an everyday basis with poetic justice

if i told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room,

would you trust

canals and alleyways, just to say

money trees is the perfect place for shade

and that’s just how i feel 

are we out of the woods yet?

find me in my field of grass

mother nature’s son

swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun

daisy, always climbing up the same tree

finding love in all the wrong scenes, daisy, you got me

starting fires out of dead weeds, daisy, you got

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?

where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?

where have all the flowers gone?

his heart was a stone, but then his hands roamed

i turned him to gold and it took him higher

but the monsters turned out to be just trees

and when the sun came up,

young girls have picked them everyone

oh, when will they ever learn?

oh, when will they ever learn?

there are always flowers for those who want to see them

dead flowers

supermarket flowers

(nothing but) flowers

lotus flower

wildflowers

flowers in the rain

the flowers of Guatemala

artificial flowers

flower

you don’t bring me flowers

day of the sunflower

come back as a flower

flower child

flowers in your hair

in the flowers

run into flowers

put a flower in your pocket

flowers on the wall

lotus flower bomb

weed instead of roses

i know you think you’re the queen of the underground

and you can send me dead flowers every morning

send me dead flowers by the mail

send me dead flowers to my wedding

and i won’t forget to put roses on your grave

each of us is a flower

she’s a wildflower

furious rose

five little flowers

i like the flowers

If I Told It, An Almost Responsibility of Literature

If you free literature would mother think it. Would mother think it if you free literature.

Would mother think it would Burnham would Burnham would would mother think it.

If Burnham if you free literature if you free literature if Burnham. Would mother think it if you free literature if you free literature if Burnham. Would mother think it if Burnham if Burnham if you free literature. If you free literature if Burnham if Burnham if you free literature. If you free literature would mother think it would mother think it if you free literature.

Up.
Not up.
And up.
Up.
Almost as as tarantulas.
Feeling responsible for it.
Almostness as tarantulas. 
Like to exhaust it as responsible as for them.
Almost or as tarantulas.

Gas spills and secure like come roses. Gas spills and gas and like gas spills and gas and like and like gas and like gas spills and like gas spills and gas and like. And like gas spills and like and alike. And alike and like and like and alike.