Stars and StuffStars and StuffA chill spilled into the air, letting my breath form pale clouds that sailed unstably into the sky. The Sunset, with its golden smiles and rosy cheeked clouds, had left about an hour ago. Now the night took its place with air crisp like apples and the wily wind leaving bitter kisses on my skin. As cold as it was, I laid down in the chilled blanket of grass, sprawled out to look upwards. No civilized lights or unruly trees blocked my view of the sky, streaked with violent colors of indigo and navy. The moon was absent tonight, leaving the stars to glitter in solitude. Up there twinkling were childhood wishes, forgotten but thriving. They went on and on, billions them, touching the corners of the Universe, bright explorers on the lonely voyage of a great black sea. In obscured, the vastness of it all pressed down on my lungs, made my heart flutter like a scared bird. I was drowning in an ocean of sky filled with fiery lights that danced in my vision like silvery schools
A Cup of TeaI'm a strange cup of tea.I don't think anyonewill actually drink from me.I'm Afraid I'm too sweet,and will get caught in their throats.I'm Afraid I'm too bitter,and will get spat out like a joke.I'm Scared I'm too strong,and they'll all walk away.I'm Scared I'm too weak,and no one will stay.I'm a strange cup of tea.I don't think anyonewill ever drink from me.
Just a MemoryA little bird once caught my eyeAll Spiffed up in a feather white suit and tieLike a cloud she drifted and flewDancing and soaring in that deep ocean of blueThat little bird she flew so wellA voice so sweet and strong it was a spellAnd when the winter came to speakOh, that little bird she flew so weakA little bird once caught my eyeAnd Sang to me about the skyNow she is but a bit of poetryThat little bird is nothing more than just a memory.