The spring froze for winter
It froze so slowly
Until to late
I blow gently
To form tiny puddles
I sprinkle salt
To expand the puddles
But it isn't enough
To keep the spring
UntitledWhen I looked in the mirror
All I could think of
Was the picture of the crying boy
Whose family's livestock
Had been killed in a car accident
We held the same expression
The difference between us
Lies in the adults
Who want to justify
Only the boy's anguish
Because at least my future
Doesn't depend on something that just
But what they don't seem to realize
Is that what is dying in me
No one can see
Unless someone looks deep enough
But no one will
Because I'm a "lucky one"
and not a starving child in Africa
If it Ever Stops Being Fun"If it ever stops being fun..."
When I was little
"...or it ever gets boring..."
I did Irish dance
"...or too hard..."
And I had an agreement with my mother
"...or something you just don't want to do..."
That she would never force me to continue
"...we can stop."
If I ever wanted to quit.
But that philosophy
when it counted
How do you tell someone you wish for a longer embrace
Without tipping them off
That something is
Shout it From the RooftopsStanding on edge
Toes curled around
Thrill of fear
On the Rooftops
But you came here to do something
I prepared a speech
They told me
To Shout it From the Rooftops
So here I am
Gray world, stories down
I cringe at the sight
Face the sun
People will change
I will change
Maybe even the world will change
If I was to be passionate
Momentum would carry me up here
Walking on a knife’s edge
Out on a limb
Asking for help
So high above
Where you all might or might not look
But the only audience
My broken pocket can afford
So audience, listeners
Hear what I have to say
We have it
Potential for change
And I had faith
That we could change
But life got in the way
Media got in the way
Crushed my hopes
So let’s make the world
The Media Can’t Twist
They don’t need much
To make us look vile
Greedy lazy selfish
Angry hurtful ha
Never Let GoLike we learn to crawl, talk and walk,
We must learn to climb.
We can only go so far
North, South, East or West
Why don't we go up?
Mount the cliff...
never let go...
If you need to fall,
While the ground isn't far
And regaining lost progress
There will come a point
After you've climbed for a while
Where you muscles will burn
And a grimace replaces a smile
Even if you just stop for rest,
Be careful, don't let go
You've put your blood, sweat and tears
Into getting this far
The fall is far
And will end it all.
No going back
no mounting again.
Never let go...
...never let go...
Hope for a Better TomorrowEven if,
when we count our blessings,
we find ourselves with very few,
the fact that we are here today
that there is hope
for a better tomorrow
UntitledMy mom gave me
Who I am.
What I am like.
She took the clay in her hands
She took the paintbrush
And guided my colors across
A little piece of her
In every piece of me.
And everything in between.
Rules of the WorldWhy is it
That we only find life
On the Edge or
I do not want to remain idle forever
But the rules of the world
Are not easy to define
Let alone break
Empty ShellI didn’t think much of it when I was little.
I didn’t notice all of the bottles
That littered the counter tops and the coffee tables.
I didn’t notice how you were always so unstable.
I didn’t think it odd for a moment
Because the whole time I’ve been around you’ve been broken.
I haven’t seen you actually happy
And it kills me.
I haven’t smelt your breath without a hint of liquor
Hiding behind it.
You’ve always walked around with a heavier shadow
The darkness sticks to you
It slowly made its way from your shoes
To your insides and ate away at them until you were left hollow.
A hollow shell.
Somewhere on the climb up the mountain you fell.
You broke all of your bones
And couldn’t make it back home.
You never saw what it was like to see from the top of that mountain.
To see that things get better,
So you never
The things that I never paid attention to when I was small
That I can see now.
And I feel so horrible
Sometimes Dead Girls Forget What Stars Look LikeThose nights insomnia catches up to me,
I imagine what the sky must look like and I count the stars
and I think, maybe they don't shine for us.
Maybe their glow is their way of crying "notice me,
I'm important and I can do good."
Perhaps they're searching for meaning in their life,
just the way we use them to search for our home across the ocean
and for a new world
and for something other than dead sea.
Maybe they're afraid of burning out
just like I'm afraid of burning down bridges and friendships
and maybe they think they're not good enough
that they could have been better,
that they could have been a sun or a planet
but they missed their opportunity.
I wonder if the stars live in cliques,
or if those constellations are their family members,
and I wonder if they ever get into fights with their parents
or run away from home
or write about it?
I bet the stars live like us,
but what would I know?
I'm just a dead girl from the grave,
and I haven't seen a star in decades.
Is This Love?Okay,
I think I finally found out what love is.
Is it when,
The sight of her,
Turns your heart,
To her element.
If so, iron man you got some competition,
Because I’m in the position to fly,
No suit needed.
When she isn’t around my heart is bleeding.
I just, want her and only her.
We can fight til morning,
But please don’t leave,
If you do, at least,
Punch a hole,
Through my soul,
So in my next life,
I will still have your imprint,
But while we are still living this one,
I want you close, no space for an indent.
We can have fun together,
Whether or not the weather is kind.
The harsh sun couldn’t burn
The galaxies I seen in your eyes.
It’s hard to define this I know,
But do you remember your first sight
Out of the womb, me either.
But I’m sure it was a beautiful creation,
Just like when I seen you.
So all I ask, is if this is love,
And you feel the same for me,
Let’s commence this operation,
In hopes to get married someday,
And dance to the Beatl
Just SmileJust Smile
The rush of the wind, right beneath your feet.
It's knocked you down, on the left of the street.
People will laugh, people will mock, and people will scorn
Sometimes, like me, you wish you've never been born.
But like my dearest friends taught me, just smile
Smile during the good times and try your darn hardest when dealing with the bad.
This world is bleak, it has a lot to frown over, so just look life in the face and grin.
Tell it, “no matter how bad you treat me. I'm not going to let you win!”
Keep moving my guy, gal, no matter what you look like or how you sound.
There's one thing hatred can't take away from from this earth,
and that's the fact that frowning is more strenuous on the face.
So make your life, and your body feel much better by
on salting the field and winning the warthe phone rings again; pick it up.
today, the boss asked her when you're
coming back to work. she says she doesn't know
when the last time you got out of your house was.
you're not sure either. not all pain is fleeting.
not all pain is bright and hot. sometimes, it's
through the phone, she talks like the sun filtering through
newborn leaves. she is miles and miles away from
the hurricane that is battering your shoreline.
she wants to know when you'll be able to look her in
the eye again. 'the boss is thinking of giving away your job,'
she says. 'when will you be over this?'
you don't know what you should tell her.
'did you know,' you start, 'that years after
the Mexico City earthquake in 1985, citizens
walked around thinking they still felt aftershocks
in the soles of their feet?' break off
halfway through another word. stop. start again,
voice shaking. 'did you know that more soldiers in the iraq war
have died by their own hand than by that of an enemy's?'
voice shaking, h
.my head has become a
teeming with ugly whispers and most days
i just want to get drunk
it's too much:
sitting in a history class where
the teacher just drones on
like a broken record about how in sixty years
we'll all be suffocating on the exhaust fumes
of our parents' sins.
driving on a clustered highway
in an empty car with half a tank of
gas getting passed by people too
occupied to live their lives.
contemplating a black hole pompous
enough to call itself the
future as an insatiable
debt worms its way into
the valleys and canyons of
my skin and bones.
give me a scalpel and
open up my skull.
exterminate these savage vermin
from my mind before
my veins turn black from their
toxic desires and my heart stops
beating the moment i close my eyes.
Letters to all the people I have kissedi. Rob
I expected a knight in shining armour but you were
just a boy, just a boy.
you flirted and you teased and you kissed me
at midnight on new year’s eve and set the tone
for that whole god-forsaken year.
I could taste lies on your tongue and doubt in your fingers;
you said you were a taurus but you were gemini all over.
friends shouldn’t kiss in the kitchen and
friends shouldn’t drink gin together and
friends shouldn’t cry, drunk on misery, and
friends shouldn’t break another friend’s heart and
I’m still sorry.
I expected just a boy but you were
a knight in shining armour, silver to the pretty
ivory teeth, who was looking for a damsel and found
only don quixote, tilting at windmills and refusing
to be saved.
we were drunk and you were more beautiful
under the harsh car park lights than I had noticed before
and you were mid-sentence and I was mid-hiccup and
we still laugh about it now.
coincidentiacut and paste blindly
into the machine
and i am reminded:
and i will not die.
i promised you that.
GhostsYou have just become a shadow
It is no longer what it was
It is no longer the same
I'm just a stranger I used to know
I know that much has changed
Just a stranger
Nothing that is now really you
You shattered and gone
And now it's just one more person I used to know
I miss you
I feel that it is difficult we could still be friends
But you simply forgot to live