I'm a parakeet, a tiny bird with an awfully loud chirp
but no tweets from me when I'm hurt.
I'm a penguin, winged and feathered, yet to the ground I'm tethered
I yearn to leave this barren cold, see the sunshine and take hold.
I'm a blue-jay, brightly colored, with pompous dress.
yet when I expound my toil, the world roils and is left a stark gray mess
I'm a hummingbird, fast and agile, seen here yet never really there.
I'm harder to see the harder you stare, so from your gaze I sever.
I'm a roadrunner, from coyotes and care I flee
Cant you see this disease? I don’t know what me, me is to be, so that I can be, the best me I can be.

I do not love you because you are beautiful.
You are beautiful to me because of my love for you.
This is true.
You do not fit a certain standard.
I did not pick you like an article of clothing
Shallow kiddy pools may pander to the standard rules.
Being open to pure love does not require sugar coating.
It should never require a disguise.
I do not mean to say, just give your self away,
But open hearts are not lead by wide open eyes.
I do not love you because you are beautiful.

Memories trickle down my spine.
Slipping from the back of my mind.
You want to see my world, NO its mine.
Digging and trashing for treasures not even I can find

Adulthood is creeping behind me sneakily like a fox
The big box trying to **** me in.
I don’t want to grow up, living life cup to cup
have you seen those blank stares.
these People who walk like machines
broken hopes and forgotten dreams.
This wont be me, stop tugging get your hands off!
Don’t you dare Scoff or spit your venomous words
You can call me absurd, but at least I am still alive
the spark hasn’t left my eye, I see the world full of light

I still want to grow up and be an astronaut or a knight
wearing armor of some sorts.
I don’t want to miss sleeping on the cot, or making forts.
A question I ask you to ask of me.
I’ll ask you to
Are we afraid of losing the past?
steping up to fast and dying before we have a future?
or are we more afraid of changing who we are, pushing ourselves just a step to far.

The queen.
the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
shes just a dream.
distant, communicating inconsistent.
out of touch and out of my league, Want to clutch the sweet words.
when I wake, every shred will float away on the wings of the birds.
I'm dreaming of her while she doesn’t sleep at night.

thinking of a dance all across the sky, following the moon and stars .
take my hand come with me.
sure I'm no king, a life of humble peasantry.
with some big plans, and a few grand ideas.
Loving you is one, my favorite star to reach for.
even if it is a million miles away.
but id walk it all, to sway in your arms.
the queens eyes sparkle like the stars I love.
and I fell because I'm looking up.
drowning in a sea of hopes.
roaring with waves of change, and bravery.
Dance with me queen?

The stars in my skies shiver when she says my name.
I breathe in her laughter, and a kiss is all I'm after.
Fire and fight behind a gentle gaze.
Golden hair seems to be the end of the maze.
She said with me her heart and mind agree.

Overcoming my circumstance, it’s been a bit of a dance for a few steps forward.
I'm still behind my power curve; I've been walking at a dead sprint.
Like complimentary breath mints, A false sort of fancy.
Chancy to say, but ill bear the egg, I plan to supersede my roots.
Boots dug deep, ill crack the chains that hold me down.
Take wing with the winds, refuse the lead weighted crown.
Though it is painted gold, it’s a fools goal to hold.
Wrapped in the fold of ones wings, is all a soul needs to sing.
What dreams can come if you but dare.
Triumph over the gorgons stare.
Through many traps on the stairway to beyond poverty.
carrying nothing wont bother me, as long as I laugh happily.
Over come where I'm from, that’s goal number one.

I almost stepped forward.
I almost finished that last chapter in my book.
Almost is the ghost of things never to be done.
Almost got away, living on the run.
What I did, was almost okay.
But I fell in love with out a second look.
But I hear you whisper.
“Almost.”