Muse Of My Heart

You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset No one is watching or standing in your shoes Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning Everything promised is delivered to you Don't neglect to pick up what your share is All the winter birds are winging home now Hey Love, go and look around you Nothing out there you haven't seen before now

i can't stop thinking i keep trying to stop to pause but its like reading, once you can read you cannot not read the signs on the side of the road. next time you are dreaming however, try to read something within your dream. then try to read it again. is it the same? can you? this is the place i feel that we defends our sense of self. we created self and then we fear anything that affects what self is.

It was like a swelling of butterflies came tumbling out And smacked into my teeth. They proceeded to tumble around in my mouth cavorting and spinning. They tasted like warm butter and golden lamps on nighttime streets. They hit the roof of my mouth with such force that I was unable to keep them caged there. So I opened my lips In that dark room with only one light and the old green wallpaper. The music was barely audible int he speakers on the desk and my arms we falling asleep from holding them up for so long. They dripped past my lips to land on my lap with a crispness and then they rolled along my bedspread like sprites iceskating on that frozen pond from that one scene is Fantasia. They lit up the room like some sort of screen and it was illustrated with such beautiful freedom. Every single word tasted savory and every single freeing of a word was like another being invited to the midnight tea party.

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Take my love, take my land Take me where I cannot stand I don't care, I'm still free You can't take the sky from me. Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me. Leave the men where they lay They'll never see another day Lost my soul, lost my dream You can't take the sky from me. I feel the black reaching out I hear its song without a doubt I still hear and I still see That you can't take the sky from me. Lost my love, lost my land Lost the last place I could stand There's no place I can be Since I've found Serenity And you can't take the sky from me. The SKY

Reading Sones I realize I have nicknames too. My grandparents call me AutumnRose. As if it is one word, one name instead of two. My parents call me Sisy or Precious, I'm the oldest and the first. My friend far away calls me Autumn-otopia. I used to be called Thumbelina, and Noodle, and Almond. My little brother's friends used to call me Godzilla, I hated that one. Just because it didn't make much sense when I finally got one of them to explain it to me. My smallest siblings will call me Anum. I feel all kinds of love and giggles when they call me that over skype. When he T9's my name into his phone it comes up as Button. I like it best out of all the silliest of things that he calls me. Muffy, he calls me when he is fake angry. Chic little biscuit, is what he calls me when he is pretending to be classy. Flake resulted from Flaky Biscuit, and I do not like that one. When he wants to be scolded he will call me pumpkin or bumpkin… Die. But the best of al...

Condensation leaks down my glass of orange colored creamy deliciousness. It is red tea with cream on top and I like to use my straw to push the cream down and swirls of orange start to emerge. The noodles to my left are orange too, with bean sprouts and some pork that has been barely seasoned. It has peanut sauce and all kinds of vegetables scattered throughout the cellophane noodles. My dish is white sticky rice with pineapple curry on top, orange again, with tofu and bell peppers. Huge chunks of pineapple sit in the serving spoon for later. To my left is the desire of the evening. Sizzling and sputtering with the almost caramel sauce, are huge pieces of fresh spinach. They are topped with crispy pieces of tofu, as crispy as anyone can get tofu, and for the first time my mouths starts to water. The noodles are tangy with some lime that was added after they got to our table and my curry is much spicier than the 'mild' I was prepared for. But the spinach, oh it melts like so muc...