Dirty Daisies

Kick dirt in my eyes,
    and just stand
 there laughing, watching
           as I wither and
   die. Do I remind
you of the flowers you used
     to buy, the daisies
      you would leave on
  the counter? Can you
just leave them? Sitting and
  patient as the petals
          fall.

I Said Too Much

I told you every secret,

I told you every truth.

I told you that I loved you,

I told you that I promised.

I told you that it hurt me,

I told you that I hurt myself.

I told you that you could save me,

And you told me,

No.

Love is a Fragile Game

The rush of blood,

Through your veins,

Has been sorely missed.

The feel of security,

In yourself,

Has been lost.

The love that you so desired,

Has been cast into the wind,

Flying in the torrents,

Away from everything.

And you can fight to find it,

And you can struggle to try,

To find what you have forgotten.

But it will never be the same,

Because in the end,

It's a fragile game.

I'll catch you before the floor does.

I picked you up off the floor,

As you lurched and tumbled.

I wrapped my fingers around your arms,

As you fell and stumbled.

I told you it would be alright,

As you begged me to stay.

I told you I would be here,

Until the end of the day.

You whispered your thanks,

And gave me your praise.

You told me you were thankful,

That I'd helped you through the haze.

So now it seems you've figured out,

What you've been searching for.

And just so you know,

I'll catch you before you hit the floor.

The Mask

Pause.

Breath.

Steady yourself.

You've been pushed into something,

You don't know how to handle.

You've been thrust into a mixture,

That could use some stirring.

Pause.

Wait.

Catch your breath.

You know how to control this,

You know what you want.

Be sure to show them,

You aren't as weak as they think.

Pause.

Steady.

Wait for a minute.

You can pull through this,

You know what to do.

You know their weakness,

And you see right through,

The mask.

Remembering the Pieces

I remember the way you looked at me,

The way your eyes glazed over.

I remember the way your lips felt,

Pressed so gently against mine.

I remember the moment it all changed,

And a piece of me died.

I remeber the way you took my hand,

And pulled me away.

I remember the way your voice sang,

When you told me that you cared.

I remember the day it all went wrong,

And a piece of me died.

I remember the way you turned away,

And closed your ears to me.

I remember the way your body shifted,

As you made your final choice.

I remember the second you said it,

And a piece of me died.

I remember that piece of me,

Beating and broken.

I remember that feeling inside,

That showed me who you were.

I remember the words you spoke,

And I stole a piece of me away.

Part 2

The clanging of pots and pans filled the early morning air, stirring the birds and pushing them from their branches. Lily tossed dish after dish onto the counter, her blonde hair rippling down her sunburnt back, "Hey Lue...can we put burberries in it?"

"Blueberries?" I replied with a snicker, "of course hun, anything you would like." She paused to take in my reply and then thought better of a rude remark, turning away she buried her head into a cupboard once again. I ran my warm hands under neath the tap and wiped them quickly on a cream colored dish towel. I pulled my too long dark hair into a ponytail and grabbed the flour bin out of the pantry, setting it down heavily on the counter, I dug my hands in.

    You should know that making pancakes with Lily is always a messy job, flour seems to find it's way into every crack and cranny. Baking powder in your nose, salt in your eyes...and everything on the floor. Though I can't say I would be one to give it up.

A little piece of Home: Part 1

Viciously green leaves of grass slapped against my pale ankles, leaving small streaks of dew. I stepped lightly over the ant hill resting in the middle of the slender garden path, and made my way towards the kissing gate. Pushing it open with a rusty creak I lifted the basket of fresh carrots further onto my forearm and climbed the washed out front steps. My over sized gumboots clumping on the wood, my thin hand snaked out from the pocket of my hoodie and grabbed the door handle. I pushed it open, kicked off my yellow boots and trudged towards the country style kitchen.

'Morning,' sang a lilting and childish voice,'any faires in the garden?'

'Of course Lily, I found one who looked the spitting image of you, down to the freckles' I replied with a laugh, hoisting the small blonde child onto the counter next to me. She kicked her naked feet against the cupboard below and sang an old lullaby,' so what should we make for breakfast?'

'Ooooh, how about panacaes!'

'What? You mean Pancakes...right Lily?'

'Of course.' came her thrilled reply, she hopped down softly and began rummaging in the blue-ish cupboards.