Flowing across the page.
Everything comes to me at once.
The colors dance upon the paper.
Like a performance on a stage.

The only one in the audience is me.
Observant and thinking about the next step.
I am voiceless.
So I let the dancers speak for me instead.

As a voice for the voiceless.
They understand my heart.

Colors flowing across the page.

The colors dance upon the paper.

The only one in the audience is me.

Watching as it becomes alive.

Birds are chirping in the broad sky
Children are happily playing. I always want to experience being outside.
Meeting people and making friends.
I have always wanted to know how to live like ordinary people do. But can't.
Our mother won't let us
She said that we're different. I notice that when we're always wearing black, and not allowed to go outside unless it's at night.
I want to make friends, not eat them.

Painting on my peach paper
With a sharp, red marker
Dragging it across the paper

I love our sweet little talks
I love your warm voice
your witty mind
when you have got a friend
you have got the world.

you’re the calm in my chaos,
the steady in my storm.

words from you
feel earned

you don’t flood me with noise
but when you speak
each word carries weight
given carefully,
never lightly.

The heart always speaks -

but do we always understand?

i have never once
loved in moderation
that is my constant

to love any less
makes no difference
it will hurt all the same

each sit down
a new mine to dig

the map drawn
in everyday things

inexhaustible discoveries
waiting to be found

its a songsters world
a poetical dance.