When I was in 4th grade
I wanted to be beautiful
So I put on eye shadow when
My mum couldn't see
In 5th grade, I wanted to be thin
Have long skinny legs
And a flat stomach
And pretty hair
So I curled it
and I straightened it
In 6th grade
I wanted to be popular
and all the popular girls were pretty
So I tried to look like them
So I could meet the new kids
At middle school
In seventh grade
I wanted sleek shiny hair
and a smaller
Nose
and pretty eyes
and
Whiter teeth

And in eighth grade
I wanted to be me

And in ninth grade
I wanted to be free

Where can I find 
the meaning of peace
when someone's dying every second
because of an empty plate 
and weapons that end a fate

Who can we blame
For the massacre that never ends
Where lives of innocence
treated like ants
Ignorance of what we don't know
Blinded by the media who always
puts on a show

Why is it that we rage 
when we have words
flowing from our minds, 
giving all the answers 
in a rough day

When will this end?
The earth's crying
"Please just **** me completely"
Viruses and disease
engulfs the poverty
But not the rich?
Are we really that blind to see
They preach justice but own the earth to attain power

How bad is the earth's wounds
as blood slowly drips
polluting the soil
creating trapped remains
buried deep in the ground,
never wanting to be found

Every cry of a new born child
Burnt, due to the one who
preached peace
But enslaving the innocence
Not able to savour the taste of the earth
Every mother bathe in blood
Crying in agony as the child dies
Every day is a war that everyone must fight to survive...

but why do they choose to fight, when they can choose to live in peace?

11/26/14

*-Adele ft. Erenn

"This one's a little out of my comfort zone and a longer read, but I'd love your feedback."


The *building was a bit run down
a few windows had been cracked
but the neon lights still lit the street
and the parking lot was packed

Some people thought the place
was just a little ******
but others knew the drinks were cheap
which made conversation easy

Every eye stared me down
as I walked across the floor
it had been quite some time
since I'd set foot through the door

I passed by all their faces
and kept my head held high
something brought me back to town
and I had to find out why

The room felt unfamiliar
as I pulled up to the bar
I turned my head to look around
and saw his old guitar

This had been our place
where we spent most friday nights
he'd play a set with the guys
then we'd dance under the lights

"Now, what can I get a girl like you?"
the bartender broke my train of thought
I took a deep breath in and said,
"How about a ***** shot?"

The drink went down like water
so I asked for just one more
then my shoulder felt a familiar touch
and he asked what I was here for

That voice had torn my world apart
when he told me we were through
he said he'd changed his mind
and he knew what he had to do

I remembered how he held me
and he told me we would last
how "she" never made him feel like this
and she was in the past

We had talked about our future
dreaming of the day
when we could leave this town behind
and make our get-a-way

There was a great big world out there
that we both would get to see
no one else could understand
why we wanted to be free

This town held people captive
some others chose to stay
but if you were born and raised here
it was hard to see a different way

Now that I look back on things
I think I know where I went wrong
I was the one who wanted out
and he just played along

Deep down he felt at home
in this broken down old town
and all the things we talked about
would have turned his world around

So he made his choice and left
for the comfort of her bed
I begged him to come with me
he didn't hear a word I said

It seems that people talked
as they do in towns like this
and he had been convinced
that this place is what he'd miss

So, I packed up all my things
and made my way out west
I built a life from scratch
and tried to forget about the rest

There's a new man in my life
and he loves me to the core
my future could be with him
but I just needed to be sure

I replied that he's what brought me back
to the town that I came from
I needed to see his face
and maybe hear that guitar strum

I asked him, if I'd changed my mind
and had kept my life right here
would I be happy in his arms
and be the one that he holds near

He looked at me and smiled
and said, "You needed space to grow
I knew this town was just too small
so I had to let you go."

His answer wasn't what I needed
I knew my urge to roam.
still, there were times I questioned
if this should have stayed my home

I looked him in his deep blue eyes
and struggled through my tears.
he knew he was in my heart
even after all these years.

We wished it had been different
he said I'd always be the one
that he loved but pushed away
for it needed to be done

Deep down I knew that he was right
as I took just one more shot
he was happy living here
I most certainly would not

I remembered feeling trapped
and wanting to be free
needing something more
than this town could ever give me

So, I gathered up my purse
and headed out the door
letting go of the past
*for the life I wanted more

While she's getting her
hair done, I'm in the
pub where the bartender-
lady is hung over,
playing Alanis Morissette
unplugged

and asking me without a word
not to speak to her

but listen quietly to
would you forgive me, love,  
if I danced in your shower,

and I'm more than happy to
sit at the bar with a pint of

lager and break radio silence
by whispering

got any Eva Cassidy?
as she looks up from her coke

and whispers back
*I could marry you. Yes.

Her fingertips smelt of ashtray
The air stale like the dentures in her purse.
We try not to talk as much in small rooms
Everything seems to get complicated
Too busy
Words wrapped around our throats
Choking our ability to speak honestly

The stone slate she laid upon was once called a bed
Sleep can’t happen on such a platform
Stiff as the pain she feels on days
Like everyday
She told me the dreams she had once
The ones about living her life

These dreams were filled with elation
Something to fill the empty side of the bed
Her tongue was dry
From talking about these dreams
The ones that never happen
Ever
They were stolen from her
Stuffed into a newspaper article

Her dreams reside in the morphine drip
Clenched deep inside her fist
Holding on to anything
Onto her sons
Gods gift upon this earth
A reason to resist deaths shadow

For another chance to say I love you
Be strong my boys
Be wise
Treat your woman like you treated me
Love the way I love you
Smile for it gave me a reason to live