An oasis in a parched terrain
A rhyme in a dull refrain
In a storm a place to hide
A ******* in a riptide.

Going down, a parachute
Monday morning, short commute.
Summer day a scarf of silk
Warm cookies, a glass of milk.

Chocolate sundae the cherry on top,
Dangerous street a friendly cop.
A sturdy rope down the abyss
Tucked in bed a goodnight kiss.

I like that I could write here.
I'm somebody and nobody at the same time. Here and there with no inbetween. known and invisible behind the screen/scene.  Isn't that what everybody wants.

Insecurity* is my *Enemy
Lonesome is my Friend
Emptiness is my Safe Haven


*© Pax

To write a love song
you need to love
with a feeling as pure
as the white fur of a dove
clean as a whistle
sharp as a knife
with the vision of a psychic
to make her your wife

I wish I liked old movies and the sound of your guitar.  
I don't.

I no longer try for pretty or smart maybe mediocre may do of course because I'm not good enough why can't you see the girl in the picture the mirror ain't me
or at least I hope to believe.
She doesn't have long hair or big beautiful eyes
so I'll throw on some makeup for a disguise.
I look around at all of my friends and I know they're sick of all my complaining.
They say oh how your so tall and have such pretty skin but the girl I want to be is not so thin.
I don't fit in with the crowd Im surrounded with, big ***** and **** I'm an outsider to them.
I fit the image of the "model type" with long legs and thin but my skin ain't right.
People say others would pay for what i have, they could have it as long as they ask.
But still the girl before me isn't who I see when I close my eyes,
she isn't the girl I recognize.
Yes I want to be flawless and pretty as she
but that girl still
isn't me.