Lost Daisy

I am somewhere else not where I am lost in this daisy atmosphere going up, up, up I was in a good place the other day but now I'm drifting away- too far, too much As if there were no gravity to hold my soul in place and it hurts as it's being torn out The bpd is getting the best of … Continue reading Lost Daisy


I died when I tumbled over the ledgeI fell or maybe I wandered-off the edgeDid I fall of my own mistake?Or when I flew, did someone force me?  Tell me the truth you always seemTo have wanted me to sleep and dream-Of better days and brighter thoughts-What thoughts are these! Of rocks. It was dark I couldn't … Continue reading Tumbling