He swallows his pride with skull inflated, he's fishing for roses in a  bed of fire

Feathers and flames, and twisted mind games, he's unbalanced at best

He rest...

In a land not far from here there was a princess named Chandelier

She lived not in a castle with riches and servants galore,

but right above the old second hand store.

A cold calm washes over their warm bodies, light flickering sparks in their hair,

one stands in contemplation, the other, kneels in silent prayer,

Before them blooms...

Frozen in the snow was a glimpse of hope.

 A pretty thing, she swings on a string of frayed white lights,

with tinfoil crown upon her head, her bed's unmade.

As her innocence fades into the bare, darken...

Veiled in white tulle, the light illuminates her skin, pale and thin, she basks in the shadows of content seclusion, an illusion of beautiful calm, palms down

Shadowplay, she's ...

Shadow plays with newfound light, as sun invites morning into her room

broken teacups on the floor, a crack in the wall, eery silence echoing in the hall,

Innocence supre...

(I lost the original to a hitrecord error. I was so disappointed.)

She waits with fragile curtains partly drawn, as light sifts through, a day renewed

...

She disguised her graceful face with her hair, the air rings true

As her thoughts are clouded in shredded doubt, her dress of blue clings, her heart sings

The music note ...

My imaginary friends took a seat at the table, and scolded me for my tea was too sweet and too sable.

The scones are way too dry, they cried, they're cranberry not peach, they're too...

You'll see him turnip in the strangest of places, many shades, many faces

She keeps her feelings locked up in little buildings, each colored to match her mood, an array of colors so misunderstood.

She stood in contemplation on the street , as the wind blew through her hair, a cool sensation on the back of her neck, chilled her yet she didn't notice

The rain sang sweetly, ...

She reaches above with bare, spindly branches, 

 she dares the carefree bird to land in the palms of her hands,

it's white as snow, and shows no signs of w...

A lonely girl, a skeleton, a shell of her former self, blood stained face,

racing heart, with a delicate pearl in her mouth

Floating dojos, and streams of light southward...

The butterfly of chaos is caught in a net of it's own making.

Little Lillianne Lagoon sat upon the magnificent moon,

She stirred the milky way with a solar spoon,

and dunked her celestial cookies in, crumbs tumble down her ...

Cecily was a garden gnome without a permanent home

She watched whistfully as the others were scooped up and carried away

Oh, how she longed to have a place to play!

the turn of the wheel, the spin of midnight,

The Fates watched her tussle with extraordinary might

fruitlessly, she begged and pleaded to make a deal

But...

She sat upon her flower box listening to the clocks tick tick tock

As the framed sailboat, dripping with ink, eerily approached the dock

She was just another pawn on...

The lethal lick of her lips, a mischeviously sumptious smile

her lusciously longs legs, drove him insanely wild

Dangerously beautiful eyes, fierce las...

Off in the greenery, way beyond mind's eye

A fickle man did lie

beneath the old sycamore tree

He formed a pillow of crumpled up nonsense poetry.

Sometimes when you find what you're looking for, you lose yourself.

A lonely dress in the corner, tattered and worn, awaits mending

yards of fabric unfold, like a story being told by a mother to her daughter

 Stitching sentiments, an...

She's strolling down the aisles, thumbing through the books.

Poetry, astrology, and crochet hooks

There's so many ventures waiting between the dog-eared pages,<...

She washed her face and realized she was prettier without her makeup caked on.

Snow's falling, it's calling my name

Can you hear it float with the quietest ease through the bare, spindly trees

Caught my breath in midair, before it tumbles to the fro...

Anna's weeping beneath the old catalpa tree

As beautiful as can be, seeds descend slowly from the leaves

she clutches her torn photographs to her chest

S...

A little girl, with ringlets so blonde,  so fair

moves to the rhythym of the warm sunbeams, that dance in her hair

Dust like confetti everywhere.

sh...

My muse left the kitchen table for a better place

She slipped out the back door without a trace

She was wearing my raincoat,

I was left wearing her sullen fac...

Sea surrounds her, on an island called Nectarine

She rakes the sands with her painted hands,

hurriedly, not to be seen

She buries shells under a blanket of bl...

She follows the trail of the fallen sun

As the shadows of her former self lag behind, one by one

Maze of rocks and crushed leaves

On the hard edge of a soft t...

Shattered moonbeams lay scattered beneath my feet

I hold my breath as clouds of swirling time unwind

In the palms of my hands

And frozen dreams stick to my ey...

Marionette confessed she dressed for the part, but her heart wasn't in it.

While her master sleeps,  she steals the scissors he keeps in a drawer, and ignores his...

in the shadows, little matters, the darkened room is a tomb of dead feelings,

mind reeling, she's hiding, and biding her time, she unwinds, and cradles her knees

as she&n...

under the wire, blood and fire ignites in the dark, from a spark of false hope and desire

she embraces the cage that keeps her silenced, her beauty, on display, fades and withers each day

she loses the feeling in her lips, she slips her fingers, through the wires, sh...

I was a bell waiting to ring

I was a bird waiting to sing

I was a girl who thought she knew everything

I was a temptation turned upright

I was a d...

Sophie are you sleeping? I know you're keeping tiny secrets from me.

Beneath the bed, and in my head, you've lead me to believe I'm silently naive

 and I'm sweeping ...

off stage she appears without fear, and her lips painted of scarlet

memorized lines, and eyes mesmerized she radiates the charm of a Hollywood starlet

My muse left the kitchen table for a better place

She slipped out the back door without a trace

She was wearing my raincoat,

I was left wearing her sullen fac...

Pearl was early to bed, early to rise

the better to plan his early demise

soup or batter, malt or gin, it didn't matter where or when

poison was there, for th...