If God is all love.
why is being gay harmful?
a sin is not love.

You're a real *****
just to let you know
and I don't want to snitch
but you're such a ******* *****

just  because you're rich
doesn't mean you own the world
you're making me go up a pitch
because I'm so angry that you're a *****

people call you a witch
and now I know why
its because you decide to switch
from being nice to a stupid ****** *****

midnight tea stay with me
let me dream away and flee
let me drown in your mug
your hot water is my hug

Prickly pokey
I guess I'm kind of hokey
cacti are my jam!

Having many friends
doesn't guarantee
that you might still feel
lonely.

Tears fall down
to a puddle
on the
ground

the world is spinning
and you stand
in front
grinning

Trust is shattered
like glass smashed
on the ground

I hope you're flattered
that I realized you
no longer
mattered

In this universe:
remember what's down is up;
and what's up is down.

The hat rule is dumb.
I will wear a ******* hat
If my hair looks bad!

Why are librarians always mean?
They act like they are the queen
of the library scene

They are in charge, that is true
they make that clear when shushing you
if only they actually knew
people only go to the library to pass through

they ***** and fuss all day
and treat children like their prey
they all turn into a cliche
if only there was another way

they are lonely crotchety old ladies
who took their dreams and turned them into maybes
some of them had wished to write
or edit famous books into the night

but alas here they are in old schools
screamin' and yellin' all day about the rules
I think that's probably why
they take pleasure in making children cry

Forever they'll sit at their desk
growing in old age grotesque
when you see a librarian make sure to scurry
unless you want to feel her wrath and fury

I crave that deep sleep
or that deep awake
but the the kind of awake
where your mind is asleep

I crave a sense of peace
or a sense of inspiration
but the kind of peace
where were your mind
wanders through your imagination

I crave a great embrace
or just a soft hug
but the kind of embrace
that works like a drug

I crave a spiritual wake
or just a nudge from God
but the kind of wake
that'll heal my heartache

I crave oh how I crave
for God's grace to save

Sunday's are gloomy
I don't want to leave my bed
knowing Monday's come

Hope is like a flower,
it blooms only when nurtured
care for your garden.

Your laugh makes me laugh
Although it makes other's laugh too
Your laugh is what makes you so you

He can rock the man bun
this means one thing
he'***** a home run
and is the hair king

girls will faint when he swaggers down the hall
and will slowly drool and crawl
because the man bun rocks them all

that little ball of hair
is the stuff that makes girls stare
it doesn't matter what he wears
because the man bun is his flair

The bun is legendary
and makes girls want to marry
men who are super duper hairy

own those long locks
and knock off the socks
of everyone because your man bun really rocks

I think
I want
to subtweet you,
you're a
*****
*****
*****
*****
doodily-doo

We're all like fallen apples
that are bruised to the touch
some tumbled from great heights
and smashed on the ground
others took longer to ripe
and others are more round
some are sweet
and some are sour
some are blooming this very hour
I know apples that have holes
bites were taken
and they're broken to the core
some apples are rotten
and some apples are not
but just like us
some apples are in between
and I'd eat them anyway

The odds of existence
of being precisely who you are  
are slim

In fact, the odds are almost zero
but here you are
here you exist

so remember the next time
the odds are against you
that you've already beaten
the slimmest odds in the universe
before.

Thank you for crying
for being who you are
for continually trying
to understand who other people are

In those tears is empathy
that's the kind of man you try to be

Others should be like you
looking for the world in a sea of blue
trying to understand things they don't know
so that one day they'll be able to grow

There goes my Ramen
oh
no.
there it goes
it drops to the ground
on a fresh patch of snows

There goes my Ramen
oh
no
I see it start to sizzle
tears roll down my eyes
and slowly start to drizzle

It wasn't the Ramen I was upset about
it was life!
it just added to the things that I could doubt
about myself, and thats what made me shout:
***** YOU RAMEN
I JUST WANTED TO EAT YOU
AND NOW ID LIKE TO EAT YOU
ABOUT AS MUCH AS A PILE OF POO
'CUZ NOW YOU LAY ON THE GROUND IN A PILE OF SNOW STEW

Ally looked at me and began to laugh
"Oh Maura take a chill pill or go take a bath.
you need to calm down and really relax
If stress got you down I just want you to know
people cut off their ear because of stress like Van Gogh
so if the stress is too much you should really just go
and get out of here, go home and lay low"

I wish I could scream
I'm so frustrated right now
but no sound comes out.

when you tell me what happened
my body fills with ice
the whole world freezes
dust falls like snow around the room swirling in slow motion
other people seem warm and happy indulging in an ignorant bliss
but the same room feels bitter cold
the ice cracks and my voice breaks
my eyes fills with hot tears
streaming down my face to melt my frozen mouth
the dam breaks as I gasp for air and begin to cry
I blink a few times and hang up the phone
the room suddenly feels too hot
and I begin to feel dizzy as time rapidly picks up

Your pants rip
Oh well, nobody will remember this in 20 years

You fall down the stairs
Oh well, nobody will remember this in 20 years

You say something stupid
Oh well, nobody will remember this in 20 years

you **** really loud
oh well, nobody will remember this in 20 years

you cry in front of everyone
oh well, nobody will remember this in 20 years

you get yelled at in public
oh well, nobody will remember this in 20 years

You fail a test
oh well, nobody will remember this in 20 years

You get rejected
Oh well, nobody will remember this in 20 years

you stutter during a speech
Oh well, Nobody will remember this in 20 years

See these are all embarrassing situations,
don’t fret, this won’t be remembered for many generations
don’t cry, just put on the breaks
and laugh at all your silly mistakes

I am just a number
at least thats how I feel
nothing makes me dumber
than being told that I am
just another stupid number

The monster growls
and snarls
and bares her sharp teeth
Anxiety wakes up and begins to creep
she's been sleeping a long while
but its time to wake up
and slither around the dank and the dark
and ravage on weaklings
like a cold blooded shark
she hungry
ready to prey on raw emotion
she gets ready for the hunt and commotion
suddenly she hears a soft squeak
a sob coming from human flesh
the prey is perfect for her for they're obviously weak
Anxiety chows down and swallows them whole
so you better watch out
Anxiety is coming
and she'll eat your soul

I want this so bad
winning would be nice this time
please let this work out

stare at a blank white wall for hours
let it's emptiness consume you
then you'll understand
what it really means to feel blue

Waste that's stuck in the ground
will be here for hundreds of years
even if the earth was left alone to heal
our friendship is like that
waste build up like plastic tears
even if it was recycled
it would still be here

I can forgive you
but I cannot forget
Our friendship will never work right
like a thrown-out-broken cassette

My pain built up like trash
piles high above the ground
too high to try and hide away and stash
it stinks
it rots
it ruined the green
words were said
that were far too mean
somethings cannot be fixed
some mistakes you can never redeem

like plastic the pain is here to stay
the pollution of your toxic words
have made our friendship grey

Art is dumb I hate it so much
It's why I don't sleep
I simply don't have the touch

Just kidding I like art a lot
because sometimes it's fun
it just takes too much thought

Back at square one
I hate art a lot

I'm being strangled by my bed
each fold so uncomfortable
wanting this restless night to end

I can feel all the hairs on my head knotting
as I try to claw my way to sleep
I can hear my brush plotting
from my bathroom sink

Each muscle cries out in irritation
the day's work holds it's grip
I sigh in fits of frustration
if only sleep I could skip

nights are longer for a nervous soul
counting hours until we wake
anxiety takes it's toll

After winter
There is a spring

After pain
There is healing

After struggle
There is growth

After heartbreak
There is love

And while the dark seems to last
The daybreak never fails to
Come

what a huge mess
I'm caught up in tangles
all because I must confess
your love has got me strangled

You see I'm always prepared
I'm always decided
I always know what to do
except for the fact
that I really don't know
how I feel about you.

My nose ******* hurts
because of this stupid ring
I bought it on the internet
because it looked like great bling

But you know what hurts more
than my stupid ******* nose
my stupid ******* heart
and it really ******* blows

Don't go past the gate
that's dangerous place
It'll make you late
just you wait

told me
one more wouldn't hurt
told me
one more bite of dessert

it's nothing but a gate
just a short cut home
don't wanna be late
run past that gate

take the shortcut couple more times
say we'll pay for our crimes
but that's only sometimes

Walk on that line
private property's just a sign
one more time
one more drop
it won't make your heart stop

Open the gate be free
God said not to touch the tree
but would it be so bad to be able to see?
who I am on the inside? Who is me?

Broken gate, can't undo the past
should have trusted the sign
and never gone passed

Somedays I can't decide
I want to be absolutely everything.

Other days I can't decide
because I want to be absolutely nothing.

ugh. life is hard work.

I am so happy
that I want to run and jump
and skip and hop WHOOOOOO

I grew up outside with the sun on my face
not indoors to the glow of a screen

I grew up acting and playing pretend  
not inside watching actors on a screen

I grew up going on walks with my friends and my dog
not alone texting friends through a screen

I grew up empowered by the skills I learned through play
not lost and behind because I stayed inside all day

Snow looks nice on hair,
so why does dandruff look bad?
pointless wonderings.

there are some things
I don't want to admit inside
because attached are strings
of stereotypes that people imply

I dwell on a thought
I try and push away
because somehow it's not
quite the right way

I feel alone in this feeling
because I don't know what I feel
It's hard to keep concealing
what might be just a simple feeling

I am not just someone's wife
I am not just someone's daughter
I am my own light
and I give myself the power

I hate that word
I hate that label
I'm not borderline
I'm perfectly able

******* college
I'm an abundance of knowledge

If you have to ask
you should know the answer
Is probably no

Depression is like waves
it comes and goes
it is never a friend
it is only a foe

Sometimes the waves are rough
and the wind blows too strong
and I am the allege
that clings to the ground

It never really goes completely away
but for now with you I'm okay
so please just sit with me a while and stay
please just sit with me a while and stay.

I worry everyone knows
the embarrassing thing
and they talk
and scrutinize
and judge
and I worry and worry
even though
maybe nobody knows

You seemed appealing on the outside
even on the inside too
but after I while
I saw right through you
and realized you were never worth
the pursue.

All at once I realize I'm not okay
and I get so upset I can't even pray
all of my problems just seem so cliche
my lip quivers and I begin to give way

the dam breaks and I suddenly know
that I'll no longer be able to sit and lay low
I bottle so much up and I can't let go
of this feeling that will forever grow
that I am nothing, but I sure am I pro
of slapping on a smile and running a show
that depression is just something I'll outgrow
but that's not the truth and you and I both know
that my happiness is dim and nothing but a glow

Why won't anything work out
my faith is dry and in a drought
because I am in so much doubt
that God doesn't even have a route
or a way for me to get out
and so I sit in my room and pout

I feel hopeless I need this part of my life to be done
because it's awful and I'm having no fun
It's cold and dark and I'm really wondering where is the Sun?
I want to give up and say fine depression you've won
but I can't... so for now I'll just sit here and be done

Bodys restrain us.
so why aren't we all just souls,
floating aimlessly?