When I want to talk
about the little things
About the almost nothing's
About the time of day...
Or if it will come my way

Ask...
Ask away!

Can you remember
when you were little
that one person
who made you
not want to trust anyone
ever again
who ripped your innocence apart
you remember don't you?
you are lucky in a way...
cause I don't,
I have little flash backs
but as i get older
they start to blur,
so I don't know if that really happened to me, or if I made it up.

I'm odd,
in many ways...
I'll talk to myself when no one is around.
I blare my music, while walking down the street; dancing, singing, head banging like no ones watching.
I make friends with the stray cats in my neighborhood.
I like dressing like a boy, and being with my friends.
I love to draw, write, and take photo's.
But my favorite thing to do is lay awake in the Gypsy field, with out a care in the world.

Math and numbers
just not my thing
it seems to keep confusing me
Art, music, and poetry.
now that's my thing
my life
my love
my whole existence
is there...
you can see it in my eyes
when I put my pen to paper
they seem to just light up.

<3 When  I write the world doesn't seem like such a bad place, anymore.

My pen to paper
I'll write something new
which is what
I seem to always do
but the poems vary
depending on mood
if I'm happy or sad
it's also true
but when I try to write about love
it always comes out wrong
even if I tried for so very long.

There is a woman,
just standing there,
with pain in her eyes,
not knowing,
where life lies.

She stares at me,
not saying a word,
even if she could.

You see,
she wears a mask,
and yet it burns,
her stare that is.

'Cause I don not know who "She" is?