Embarassed!

Too late
it happened
you couldn't stop it
break out your
coiled smile
tight
to hide the injury
you fake it
the pain behind your face
clear
to ones who
saw
the seconds before
...you know
...when you fell...
over
you breath in slow
let out; exhale
before you regain
your tiny confidence
gone as soon as you
trip
flat on your now
red face
but you'll get over it
you always do

bobby pins

bobby pins hold my head together
like my heart to my string
dangling above my soul
fragile and content
dress sways to my bosom, body, soul
like an over due work
over session of sex and passion
only when the sky is green
like a drunk sailor, like a drunk master
nauseated with the wind of the sea
master in command of what we see, be
be what we want to be
be free, master in command of my mind
my time, looming over mine
like the life of the light above me

Kite Runner Boy

No I can't you'll break me you'll take me, you'll rape me, you'll shake me, you'll fake me
No I can't you'll kill me you'll spill me you'll will me to fly
Into the sky, sky high I'll fly not knowing when I'll fall
Crawl, claw, saw the wind pick up beneath me
And still you let me fall
Die in the sky so high
You watched it all

The Child Inside

A girl once said something like this to me:
I feel like there is this small child inside of me curled into a tight ball and my body is just a shell enabling me to pretend to be grown up...
I find that I must say I agree
inside the child never dies
truely it only wilts
society; the world forces you to "grow up"
or at the very least appear that way
even for only small moments
we shrink back to having the tiny confidence of a child
buried in self doubt
but we can fake it
we're all pretty good at that
because the world is not fit for Peter Pans
it feeds on and destroys them
the jeolous Hooks are the ones who survive
but if you don't let the child live and breathe
you will never grow up
That I believe has to be true as well