Darling I know you run faster
Don't give in now
Let's beat this disaster
They'll never catch us
Breathing is such a simple rhythm
Match your pace to the the beating of your heart
Do us a favor and don't look back, now
You can run faster
You can run faster
I won't go on without you
No, I can't just leave you
Get back on your feet this is no time for games
You still have strength
I can carry you
NO
Don't stop breathing!
They're close now, but we can still make it
You have so much to live for
Stop crying
What do you mean by "I'll see you again someday"
We have so much to see
I'm not going anywhere without you
I'll stay here
The end is close but please just get up
They're almost upon us
Please, we can still get away
We can-

Twisting, curling.
Soft, luscious
Ginger, black.... sultry

I nibble, I pet, I grasp...
I wish I had the capabilities.

i suppose,
i must, i must, i must,
go forth, go forth,go forth,
into this brave day.

but know this, truly,
i crave, i crave, i crave,
to stay, to stay, to stay,
alone, here away from,

the maddening crowd,
at play, at play, at play,
too loud, too loud, too loud,
for my disconcordant mind.

if i had
my way, my way, my way,
i would hide,
away,away away,
over there
with books, with books,
with books
and uninterrupted solitude.

but my lot is such,
that a hermit,
i am not!
nor most days,
want to be.

but,today, today,today,

the words penned above
make up my mind's
clockwork soliloquy.

please let me hide
my face, my face, my face.
in this peaceful
place, place, place,
just til i catch my,
breath, breath, breath.

Dear Reality,
   You know, you can be a real **** sometimes. You stick out your hand to help me up just to push me back down and laugh.  I wasn't aware of you when I was 5 and I could disappear in my own little world with my crazy blonde curls, dolls, and imaginary husband (who I insisted eat at the dinner table.)  But then one day you slapped me in the face and put my life into my two small hands and told me to make it good. You showed me rejection, hate, guilt and how it felt for people to hate me just because. You told me that when I held my head high I would feel good, but then someone told me to duck.  But when I felt like the world was crashing down around me and I was a tiny microscopical dot on the earth and my life was falling apart while still in my hands and my tears like a river of emotions flowing into oceans of regret and guilt, you made the rivers evaporate into clouds of "get over it."  And I know it will rain, and puddles will form in holes left irreplaceable but I will remember to wear rain boots.  I can't hide in blankets of excuses.  It will not stop raining but you taught me to bring an umbrella. When life turns into a big wave, I'll grab a surfboard.  Or when life throws me on a roller coaster, I'll grab a car and buckle up, but I won't close my eyes because I might miss something.  And when I finally realize that the big scary world, doesn't have to be so scary, I will thank you reality.

Why do we care about what we see in others,
when we can't even see ourselves?

Why do we put people in mental categories,
when we know that they'll never see themselves in our minds?

Why do we care so much about what others think,
when we're actually just too busy pleasing ourselves?

Why do we say we're afraid of the rain,
when we are just afraid of getting wet?

Why do we ask so many questions,
when we know they can't all be answered?

Poet, be not afraid.
There are far worse things than
Bad poetry.

Keep writing; like a child keeps
Drawing with the purest of
Disregards to likeness.

The more stones you turn, the more
Gems you produce.

The more ink you rain,
The more gracious your written
Children grow.

All flexing builds muscle.

Rough bricks form castles.

Even Dalì carved canvases to shreds
And started anew
Not caring too much.
Not caring

Too much
To keep painting.

No such thing as darkness, just the absence of light.
No such thing as cold,just the absence of heat.
No such thing as hate, just the absence of *love.