Music

As it flows so light on my lips
Flowing to and fro
Gives me tunnel vision
Through melody and tone
Voices sing of pain I know
Joy too, there's always that
Its a mirror
A light into a world well known
When it brings me backwards or forwards
Through time and space it conquers with each sure beat

Seperate but equal lovers

Who do you think you are
Running head first into my life
not thinking of the consequences you will leave me with
the way you spent my time;down the drain;pointless
And yet the way I let you even more shocking and real
Tainted me with myself 
Who do I think I am
The girl who gets a say
The girl who knows her way
But really I'm not that head strong when the lights are gone
Snuffed like your love for me
By the casual way I said " I love you"
Not the same, not the same
Always the same stupid game replaying in my head
How could I do this
To you; myself
The way we live no longer real
A tired remnant of the past
Seeking to breath;instill in me, life again
but there is no hope now
Not for me or for you
Just an ocean and a sea of dreams seperate but equal
What does that mean for you and me

I think in bullet points

I think in bullet points
In semicolons and stanzas
There is not a rhyme to my reason
But a melody that flows like the sands of time
I think in emotion
All emotion all at once
Not really noticeable thought
to fit the circumstance
But a lonely haunted,
hollow feeling
Radiating straight through me
Not really distinguishable ends
But the means to get there
clear and simple
A thought sweeps through my head out of my hand and pen
Flowing flowing flowing
Going going going
Where I'm meant to go
Deep inside myself to find
The shallow emptiness that claims me
My pen can never move quick enough
The thoughts melt away
Leaving me with simple explainations
Leaving me with stanzas and bullet points

To keep my rampant mind

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