Current Residence: Texas|
Favourite genre of music: rock
ghost townsi.ghost towns by autumn-spirit
Fifty miles away from home; I'm slowly
drumming my fingers on the dashboard,
humming a song I'd only heard once as
my subconscious mind wandered through
casual Saturday night dreams.
Stumbling blindly through a land of
wasted fairy tales, withering
Sleeping Beauty roses and rotting apple skins;
in the fantasy, my skin was
wine red, my fingers bleeding at the tips as
my chest constricted, my throat closed up
with poison; a tragic ending,
an excuse I made just to escape the pain
of losing a lover, a friend.
Oh boy,can you feel me, coming home;
maybe just in your hopeful thoughts?
Oh dear me, am I crazy?
Will he recognize this
longing like a traffic
light, sparkling down
a darkened highway?
I just want him to know I'm here and ready,
this boy I've been running from my whole life..
I just him to know I'm not a kid anymore;
a teenager with all this pent-up anger,
mood swings damaging my voice between
football games and calls made
to girls I never cared about.
Oh it was all a lie but
Chasing GraceHe looks for her inside empty magic hats.Chasing Grace by autumn-spirit
All alone in his dull swan lake mansion,
he needs just one more drop of
purity to unchain the past.
Unfortunately, he's stuck in Wonderland.
Queen Anne's Lace and mushroom heads
once peeped out from the enchanting earth
as the mad hatter and his ginger
girl played tag in the desiccated woods.
They walked to the fair where
he bought her a snowy rabbit,
even though money was scarce then.
Once upon a time, he was a real man..
Yet, now he's only a withered pawn
in some wicked woman's game;
running around with no hope.
Surrounded by fabric and scissors,
he works on a miracle because his
heart is starting to dehydrate
without darling Grace's smile.
"I'll return tonight," he told her so long ago
before leaving their thatched roof home.
And if this saddened character could
call the witch's bluff,
he would to go back to his little songbird.
But trapped in a grimy mirror,
Grace was adopted into a world
of television and school buses.
So now he has no cho
white rabbits and harlequin girlsThe nerves in your body whisperwhite rabbits and harlequin girls by autumn-spirit
stories of stress and confining bedrooms;
curtains made of orchid green leaves and
men in long white coats with
trays in their hands, offering stale tap
water and pills the size of baby brains.
Girl, it's terrifying to imagine
the world you came from,
what they did to you there.
I'd much rather have you here
in this maze of English gardens,
meandering with me and laughing
as we search for wishes resembling
rubies hidden in the dirt and
tangled in greedy vines,
sparkling like a bloody rose's ego.
Girl, can you blame me for wanting
to keep you in this dreamland where
white rabbits talk, wearing jackets
with clocks dangling from their pockets?
Can you blame me for only seeing you as
the person who will save my life,
as opposed to the sick creature
that you claim to be inside?
I don't care about the past
that tears you up,
making your tears run black at night.
As far as I'm concerned,
they don't deserve you there.
Alice, give me what's left of your time here
LeilaAncient firelight; an evening in Tehran,Leila by autumn-spirit
dancing in skinny jeans,
hiding from the cops;
that was our escape, our last few hours
of teenage rebellion;
strawberry schnapps, orange blossoms.
Getting into trouble,
graffiti flowers smeared across
Persian palace walls;
I have pictures from that day,
taken before the bloody rose
sunset attacked us
with its vicious,
searing light like a dagger
slitting open our eyes and
forcing us to run
into the comforting shadows
of a forbidden dance club downtown;
a place for girls like us
to feel right at home,
among the other city's tragic outcasts,
society's rejects in rainbow scarves
with star-painted fingernails.
Leila, you are the western moonlight
coming to cheer me up when I'm down;
lying in bed in a strict household,
feeling trapped under a makeshift tribal quilt.
You tap on my window when I'm grounded,
not allowed to go out, not even to the market
without adult supervision;
my older brother, my aunt.
You give me this smile,
tell me there's always