Mechanical Girl

Little Carrie was like most little girls

She had big bright eyes and two dancing feet

She wore a dress and ribbon-ed all her curls

She would smile to all and walk with a beat

All those who pass by the shop would agree

What a marvel, brilliant, talented child

She was kind, generous, even pretty

Her presence makes the indifferent wild


But poor little girl when the day is done

None’s left but metal joints and rusted gears

Love to a lifeless is given by none

Who’d love someone with no joy and no tears

She might have cried of loneliness or pain

Wiped her cheeks thinking ‘it might just be rain’



Black Star

Tiny little lights spread across the sky

In the darkness of the night, an innocent soul might

Never learn the mortality of your existence

In his desperate hope to find burning light

To find spark for his lifeless soul

To deny the darkness that resides deep inside

To hold together the gaping trenches  of his heart

To once again feel desire and wonder and passion

He might cling to your passed away light

Trace your life back together

Even when all that’s left is endless nothing

And a streak of light, a thousand light years too late

part one: https://happinessisaquietroom.wordpress.com/2013/03/19/tiny/




Little lights

Spread across

The sky/ in the darkness

Of the night, an innocent soul hopes and dreams and wishes to you/ Will you, the brightest of

lights hear my hopes tonight?/ Will you in your endless days of shining and travelling

across galaxies and light-years, do me the kindness of stopping by

/ even just for a while. Give a spark to my lifeless soul/

illuminate the dark hole that is eating me

up inside/Fill the gaps of my life with your

stardust/ touch me with your temper and

let the heat of your remains spark the desire and

wonder and passion in           me/Allow me in the brief

streak of  your ..                                              passing light to

trace my ..                                                                        life back to-

gether                                                                                                     again.

part two: https://happinessisaquietroom.wordpress.com/2013/03/19/black-star/


Of rainy days and metaphors

The rain taps against the window pane

Beating, and stopping, and continuing

Like broken notes from an old music box


I wanted to feel its flutter against my skin

So I opened up, reached out as far as I could

And the rain ran, protecting, uncovering, the ends of my hands


I watched the rush of it turn fear to excitement

How its reflection turned colors nothing to everything

How it turns sad sad songs to something alluring


Yet with all my love, It can’t be still with me

I must keep it flowing, send it flying, let it fall

For rain only lives in little time before kissing earth