Moon and Baboon
On this moon, there’s a garden where I grow seeds given to me by my fairies. These seeds are gifted by different Muses, and I tend to them with love and care needed. With time, water, and sunlight, they grow to be a new version of themselves—ripe. I hope you like them.
Jiggle and Wiggle
Jiggle a little Wiggle a little The sky can be blue and can be purple Jiggle a little Wiggle a little Precise like an eagle and patient like a turtle
Jiggle a little Wiggle a little The sky can be blue and can be purple Jiggle a little Wiggle a little Precise like an eagle and patient like a turtle Jiggle a little Wiggle a little Full time gentle and part time trouble
Murderous Crow
Generations of misunderstanding, Genealogy of name calling, Someone else started the cycle, Hurt people continue to hurt people. Your anger’s stirred at my presence, How I am and what I
Generations of misunderstanding, Genealogy of name calling, Someone else started the cycle, Hurt people continue to hurt people. Your anger’s stirred at my presence, How I am and what I represent, Your resentment increases a hundred-fold, Your heart agonizes at the sight of my soul. What I say is never
Next Person
Walking down a cobblestone path, a symphony of geometry with no heart, a base sound of its foundation, for a property, but not for a person. I keep walking down
Walking down a cobblestone path, a symphony of geometry with no heart, a base sound of its foundation, for a property, but not for a person. I keep walking down farther and farther, hoping for a heart around the next corner, The path only knows how to serve its own
The Missing Piece
If I could give you all my coins, I would. But if I can’t, I have a back up plan. I can pray for you. I can pray that everything
If I could give you all my coins, I would. But if I can’t, I have a back up plan. I can pray for you. I can pray that everything that you do will be met with love— the kind of love that doesn’t need proof, the kind of love
I Want More
I want more, I want more, I want more, Whatever this is is not enough for me anymore! I want more, I want more, I want more, I want gold
I want more, I want more, I want more, Whatever this is is not enough for me anymore! I want more, I want more, I want more, I want gold climbing up my ceiling and silver dancing across my floor. Let the golden ray of the sun shine through the
Tempered Glass
I’ll hold your hand and your heart, Don’t worry; I’m made of tempered glass, Designed for strength and clarity, Fire and ice transformed me. I have a divine oath to
I’ll hold your hand and your heart, Don’t worry; I’m made of tempered glass, Designed for strength and clarity, Fire and ice transformed me. I have a divine oath to fulfill, Sovereign, sacred and still, I’ve been forged through pain for a reason, But I’m not above you, dear one.