they say i’m worth it
and to just quit being sad
but if they missed you like i do

never mind you can’t do that

they see a good person
one who’s nice
and sweet
but i need a mirror
to see what they see

never mind you can’t do that

they tell me they’re proud
and that i’ve come a long way
when in reality
i haven’t done much of a thing
so if there’s someone out there to help
i need you to prove

you can do that

When I was little I was programmed to believe I would know all that I need by "our first kiss"
That even a frog could become a prince.
And Snow White could come back to life, by the touch of the right mans lips.
And though Im not quite looking for a fairy tale prince.
I still want to be treated like a princess.
I know it may sound petty or cliché,
But at the end of the day. .
It can be the determining factor of how I feel.
I want to wrap my arms around you and kick up my heel.
Stand up on my tippy toes.
Nose to nose.
And show you exactly how I feel.
When words aren't enough.
Nothing can fill me up, like the touch of his lips.
Sending pure bliss throughout my body.
He kisses me like its his hobby.
Whenever he walks out the door.
And again when he walks back in.
Sends chills up. .and back down my spine.
Like its the first time, every time.
He plants his kiss.

Ill open my eyes and look into his.
And without even thinking about it, I'll know all that I need to know.
From the very first kiss.

she used her date of birth as grid references – found that place on a map
circled it like with black marker pen
circling ***** *******
inky areola
- days spent staring at black rings

go for the atlas they yelled like an audience on a gameshow - explore the cities that are lost under the staples -
explore the curves of geography - dip your toes in the water - bathing sharks show teeth sharp -

and when she got home the librarian removed the snippets of conversation from her waistband -

she laid them end to end to construct her resignation letter

Death is part of life, but it's hated and feared.
The pain of a lost loved one can never be repaired.
It stabs you in the chest and sits there to watch you bleed
The one thing you'll forget is that it's happening to me.

Yin & Yang = Existence

For now I know I must -
Tame the timidity,
Of my mind.

Channelize the kinetics;
Into a beam of energy,
Directional and definite!

Cutting the crap,
Of unnecessary detail;
Delivering a crisper form!

For now I know I must -
Sharpen the vision,
Of my mind.

Seeing beyond the clutter,
And the shown;
Into a picture,
I know and want to admire!

For now I know I must -
Delve into the depths,
Of my mind.

Revealing the chaos of the form,
Organizing it in symmetry;
Pleasant to trace and redraw,
A canvass of memory;
That shall adorn,
The museum of my life!

For now I know I must -
Tame the timidity,
Of my mind.

Channelize the kinetics;
Into a beam of energy,
Directional and definite!

Cutting the crap,
Of unnecessary detail;
Delivering a crisper form!

For now I know I must -
Sharpen the vision,
Of my mind.

Seeing beyond the clutter,
And the shown;
Into a picture,
I know and want to admire!

For now I know I must -
Delve into the depths,
Of my mind.

Revealing the chaos of the form,
Organizing it in symmetry;
Pleasant to trace and redraw,
A canvass of memory;
That shall adorn,
The museum of my life!