Rayna Sunshone

I just gotta say that, God, I'm tired of trying for people. I'm tired of trying to look pretty for people I don't know, that I won't know, and for trying to impress the ones that I do. I'm tired of trying to prove that my outsides are not a reflection of my insides, or that they are; either or. I'm tired of wondering, and never knowing, and tiredtiredtired of not doing a darn thing about anything. I'm tired of wandering, I'm tired, simply tired, of these people I know. I want something different, and I want something beautiful. Something tangibly intangible, something intangibly tangible.

Cherry

Got this feeling in my head, that
God, I'll love you 'til I'm dead.
And got that stirring in my soul, that
God, you'll never, ever know.

Discursive

The waves, my goodbye friends
shave wind in ripe turbulence
It's strange fate, how they end
in affection's wrestled permanence.

While dangling, they are high
With rocks bathing in sand below
And with Fate's stone hand, held nigh
I pray with every raking blow.

Father warned me not to trust
Anything that ever leaves you.
But sore are my feet, Father,
planted in dust
With rusted arms, I can't believe you.