she said this, he said that
tie my hands be hind my back
because  he asks, is he wrong?
and she, she asks what's his song?  
are they friends?
not for long.
neither speaking
but they know
cause' my little lips keep leaking.
i had never joined a side
and now im just reciting lines.
furthering the flames
heightening the blows
maybe best they speak alone
former friend to foe.

meddle meddle meddle worm
had crawled beneath the skin
of a big red juicy apple
to see if it was sick.
that reckless worm dug some more
it warmed itself and wormed itself
into the apples core
and there it saw the rotten seeds
and all the dying spores
and turned and thought
"oh, what a big mess!'
but as it squirmed towards the sky
it opened up its eyes,
and the meddle meddle meddle worm
saw her rotten trail,
and to her big surprise,
she finally realized
that she had been the cause
of that apples slow demise.

sitting straight up
with my silent throat aching
a beat wracks my body
my soul is waking.

at the base of my spine
in the pit of my stomach
my soul wishes of its own mind
to stretch out of my body
and go out of control

music aches in my throat
my body spasms
to my hearts metronome
i need let out my soul.

it bangs around my body
which is its cage
then out bursts a joyous whisper
and i sing, unafraid

so i lost my mind today.
in a simple sweep,
like the wind.
i forgot my lies today.

they emptied out of their host.
all of my sad sayings,
my rotten words,
they finally ate through..

their clutches tore right through my skin
They broke me till they could no longer hold
and i was left
in this mess
surrounded
by my bruised up soul.

i've ripped and torn my knees for you,
and pulled down all these stars
i've sung until the day was through
and ive fought so many wars

i have clung to your smile
and ive  grabbed for your hand
ive hoped i was good enough
though it felt like grasping sand

you enjoyed my effort
for a day or two
but i clung to harshly
and soon
we were through

such happiness i feel!
teeth from ear to ear!
IM READY FOR TODAY.
and whatever it shall bring.

i really wish today to be
the best in all eternity.

you heard a distant word.
which forced your head to turn.
a word so strong,
it easily came out wrong.

this face confused and kind.
whispered little inspired rhymes
she realized before long
its easier said as a song.

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i hate that you never really know anyone.
and that trust is just a thing for the gullible
and i hate how no one really knows who i am.
or who i want to be.
-not even me.

and if you ever manage  live your life
it happens like a car crash.
it will be quickly, accidentally, and outside of reality.
and either it changes everything. or nothing.

maybe its my fault
that who i am is not who i want.
i could live a thousand lives, but be the same.
to me life is a sorry game.

In your honest moments,
when there's a need..
to speak your truth
and get relief

when you feel
that there's some light
and someone needs
to know whats right..

when the truth weighs you down
and you need some air to breathe..
just speak the truth,
when there's a need.

have you ever felt so lonely?
lungs aching as they told me.
the wistful beating of your heart,
waiting for something worth its start.

Searching for a better song.
When you find it, it’s worth the wait.
Always searching for a sweet sounding song.
The best ones are made from sadness or hate.

Always searching for a better song.
Ravaging the internet for a sound that’s ok.
So cool when everyone’s signing along.
I found it, gonna save it for another day.

Some use music to block it all out.
Some have music to quietly hum or croon,
I use music to smile and shout.
But we all know that music always ends too soon.

Music that makes the world seem like more.
I love a song worth waiting for.

Fiona told me that all poems should start
with roses and violets of red and blue.
So: Fiona’s a cool blue to Liz’s flaming red heart.
And I the daisy closely combining the two.

the daisy smiles up at the sun.
to soften the fearless red rose is its goal.
Forever intertwining the daisies and roses roots run.
The violet has such a friendly soul.

Forever laughing you and me.
Broken with companionable silence.
The violet, daisy, and rose create such a scene.
Our life together is such a colorful riot!

Together forever they will grow tall.
So tightly knit are their stems they will never fall.

I’ve heard you like lightning.
Well I like the rain.
I’ve heard you like the bright dazzling lights.
Well I like the sound of the night train.

I know you love running.
And I know you have that scar.
Well I like it when it’s sunny.
And I’ll listen real hard.

I love the smell of limes.
And any sad song works for you.
You’re good at finding things that rhyme.
And I thought you were my best friend too.

But today I realized you’re my sister.
Because I’ve never met her, but I also miss her

Lightning loves the earth.
Has- ever since its birth.
Searching for a perfect storm
To kindle their romance.
It races down
To reach the ground,
then runs away to snicker.
They fight and bicker.
A true married couple.
Would you ever like to double?

The lightning loves the earth.
I’ve seen it with my eyes.
As the blue streaks the skies,
I never wonder why..
The lightning loves how stable
The earth always seems to be.
And the earth loves watching
Lightning zoom on free.

My grandpa loves gnomes
They’re all over the house
Sitting by the mirror and useless combs
There might be one that’s a mouse.

Ill give you two guesses at his x-mas gifts.
And every vacation we find a station
That carries the friendly red hatted myths.
He gleefully owns whole generations.

Grandpa looks like a gnome himself.
This is where we think his joy stems.
He fits in too well with his porcelain wealth.

But grandma puts up with it.
‘cause the gnome light keeps her books lit.

Every door is open
To let in the sky
Every day a dream,
Please don’t hide.

Don’t waste away these sunny days
Like me, don’t squander your pretty ways
Little ******* my front porch swing
You always know what’s best to sing

Do as my grandmother says.
Don’t worry the humming bees
They float towards the blooming trees
Open your eyes to the world I see.

Green Easter grass between your toes
May rains upon your nose              
Summer breeze through your hair
Beautiful, you make life seem fair

Summer songs and trampolines
Sweet smelling magnolia trees
Georgia fair and Georgia kind
I love the way you spend your time

Beethoven on the piano keys
Worn out antique car seats
Dads out back fixing the john deer
Were mowin’ early this year

Songs so sweet I whisper here
Looking over my front porch swing
Taking in this endless spring,
Open your eyes to the world I see.