I hope I am a good tree besides, now I could tell the whole world, and there still wouldn't be anyone to tellI hope I am a good tree by Anarkhos
I had a dream about you last night,
I dreamed I saw you as last summer,
resting on the railings high above the world
and teaching me the salty secrets of the sea.
I awoke from my dream, and my world was as before.
No love, no life, no laughter and no interest in the world.
Once, I drowned,
and when I was dragged from the icy depths of the lake
by my ragged rope of hair,
I thought life the most beautiful gift the world had to offer,
but life is a frail bloom lent not given,
to love and hold and fade with season.
You were my oak tree and firm foundation,
my solid beams, strong branches and shady leaves,
my shelter from the storms of life and all their turmoil,
until now, as storms blow you away,
and I am my own tree.
Medical HistoryMedical History by sunshinegypsy
in the dark of slow-
time, the rustle-winded trees, the broken
I talk about the tests I have taken, the forgotten
conversations, the question, never asked about
what I have been doing
If I read you the poem, will you understand what I
didn't say, the song beneath the answer
to question 3B, the neatly tied bow
of defined history
or wanting more than answers
the artistthere is a colour in my brain, I write the word colour,the artist by sunshinegypsy
I ramble through a box of crayons from years ago, I touch robin's eggs, I
see a colour and name it peace or maybe war
I drop my pen and come up with a paintbrush, I think desire and watch the
wings of a pelican change colour in the sky, disappear, flash back, think of
a day, black and white,
I read about a flower that is yellow, but I
don't want yellow, I want the sun against my skin, the colour that
an exhale makes in the summer when everyone tells me you cannot see your
in the summer, there is a trembling in my yellow, there is a quickness
in my breath and you cannot paint quickness, you cannot write
Current Residence: from desert to desert, currently New Mexico|
Favourite photographer: i like hands.
Favourite style of art: unpredictable
Operating System: I lie here and there.
Shell of choice: armor
Mode of transportation: dancing
Personal Quote: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes. ~Andre Gide