Xanadu
 

But drowning, Or maybe tsunamis,  Or monsoons, Or even rain, Actually, any body of water really. I hate the idea of looking below me  And...

Hope is the lily of the valley— Gentle, light, beautiful to see— Dangerous if you get too close, too much Enticing to the Eye, Yet...

Others say I am destruction, but all I want to do is play.  Confusion spreads through me as some  cower at the sight of me untamed....

Dressed as a performer,  I stand with my signature scarf,  coal lips, and twig arms. I play  many different roles, my expression  is...

His fingertips reaching deep into the dark hole that captivates  his senses, wanting to get out.  Following the syllabus of his shadow,...

My drive is a torn map, drifting  in a windless dessert. Hooked by the harsh, hostile, heat  caught and cut by the glochids of cacti....

Everyone sees me, but never actually see me, they  Look right through me. My presence unknown. They swipe me aside to see the view.  My...

I yearn to be the Sun you dream of — in the dead of night. The sweat streaming down your furrowed brows, glaring at the world around you...

She falls upon the dancers wrapping and twisting them in light. Hums of ghosts play under her, whispers of their chairs being shuffled,...

Worn leather, hollow. Brass mouth open, waiting. Dust settles where steel once lay. Nothing presses back. Nothing fills the silence.