Embellished being

This heart seems as callous as a guitarist's fingertips, 
slowly hardening with time.
Time that passes like honey in an hourglass.
This soul is like a hollow diamond casing, 
imprisoning the building tears and emotions 
that would suggest I posses a functioning heart.
My eyes are as depthless as a mirror, 
as dull as charcoal and as near sighted as a devious promise.
Unable to see what I will to ignore, 
I see the world through slitted eyes, 
nearly convincing myself that fear and shame do not exist...
Forgetting the scars that decorate my psyche.

Natures Tears (Su/M/20/11, revised)

I 

watch

 beads of

 rain roll down

 the window pane,

they  look  like  glass

 pearls jutting out from  the

 cold  glass. After  a  while,  the 

droplets   turn  into  a   haze,  like 

clear  glue  sliding  down  the  surface.

 Outside, water courses through the empty 

streets. I breathe in the faint smell of ozone

 in a  heavy  rainfall. Taking   in   the  dark 

beauty;  seeing   the   deep   color   of

 the   cloud   filled   sky,  and   the 

grey,   cold    mist     that

 surrounds  me.

Earth Bound Stars

In  the  late   night  sky,

early morning,The smoky grey fog    

hangs   thick  in   the  air, And  morning  

dew begins to transpire. Like a gypsies orb, 

or  beads  of glass. Liquid pearls untouchable, 

sprinkled  across the cropped grass, sticking 

 to the  blades  like  stickers. They  reflect 

the moon  hung high in the  blackness,

sparkling   under  the glimmering

 diamonds  of  night.

Summer

she lies in a weedy green meadow, twirling a blade of grass 
between her fingers. a soft, warm wind passes through, 

causing little green clovers to bend, and the fluffy 

white weeds to sway. knocking the 
morning dew off their 
leaves and 
stems,

picking 
a dandelion, she 
closes her eyes, makes
a wish... and blows 
the seeds 
away.

she drops the stem and lays down, sinking in 
the cool grassy bed,watching the clouds 

go by. she sees swirls and rabbits, 

drifting in the ocean like sky.

she tears her eyes away,

resting her imagination,

and looks back to the 
clover field. she spots 

a  four  leaf  clover,

rising above the rest.

she reaches out to the plant,

lifts it by the roots, and leaves the clover field behind. 
holding the little plant in her cupped hands,walks home under a velvet sky...