A little black dress sitting in my closet
With a white tag still hanging off.
It hangs there night and day
Gathering dust and fading away,
Waiting for a warm body to fill it.

But I can’t fill it
Without splitting a seam.
My stomach too round,
And my *** obscene.
In this perfect world
I am not perfect
But that is all fine with me.
The little black dress will have to wait…

when I manage to step into the limelight
I am only pulled back into the shadows more
The quiet corner is my unwanted home
The blackness is my unwanted comfort
I am stuck behind an invisible wall
Trapped from reaching the world around me

Alone, I wait for a flash of light
A key to unlock the door of silence
The hinges to glide open with doubt  
For my world to open
If I step out of my box
What will I do,what can I be
All that comes to my mind is my corner
and my crawling figure dragged back into it.

I will send you my love
In a little glass bottle.
The memories we shared
inscripted in the scroll
I will throw it into the sea
Somewhere near fiji
And leave our love
that use to surround me
behind in the turquoise water
Drifting where ever it may
Not to be found tomorrow.

Boys are stupid
dressed up as cupid
you fall for them
in a heartbeat
When they are gone
you can't let them go
the boy things they do
make you follow their coo
oh, how love can be so.

My Checklist:

-Do my homework (might as well fail)

-Eat my dinner (all I want is dessert)

-Brush my teeth ( brush my teeth....... your mom )

- Go to bed ( as if I had a bedtime)

And where in this schedule does it say "Write a poem and express yourself"

When I look up into the sky
I see miles and miles of open space
I dream that I can live on the moon
That I can fly on a shooting star

When I look into the grass
I see inches and inches of green
I dream that I'm so small
the blades of grass stand before me like towers

After I fall asleep in my bed
I dream.
Of worlds where I'm a pink dinosaur
Or of being a celebrity on planet Tartar

Whatever they say
Whatever they think
They cant stop me
from dreaming up my dreams

In my perfect world
People would smile and wave
There would be no hurt
and no crime to pay
Everyone would respect each other
Black, white, yellow, or red
We could laugh and sing
No fear in our head

In my perfect world
Mankind would be kind
No war would be fought
No guns would be shot
And lovers could love without fine
music would be played
all anger and hatred swayed
Oh, what a crazy dream of mine