Mama told me to be careful in the gardens.
She said sometimes ivy is hidden between the flowers;
It's poisonous.
I would still play in them,
Their beauty pulling me in,
Innocently.
I failed to realize what she meant,
At the time.
But now life has taught me
To see the ivy,
Entwined with every flower I see.

-my

I can't be the star that
your wishes ride on,
I'm trying to illuminate
enough light to keep myself
burning.

i'd carry your dreams
inspire you with visions of unseen
expire in the play of your hands

if only you'd believe my existence

Sitting in the floor
Pulling my hair
Surrounded by thousands of people
That are not really there.

I feel the bugs on my skin
The thoughts tell me to hang myself
I ask "When"?

Loud noises from the hollow
All in my head
Throwing up the pills I did not swallow.

Oh God, where are you now
I'm going crazy
I'm going to **** myself... Somehow

Wrote a note to my mom
I'm so sorry I said
Eight years ago
I'm still not dead.

* YOU CAN OVERCOME THIS

here we are in the dark
did they
ever tell you
how hard this would be
how hard you'd have to work
we
here
here we are
you're learning now
                learning to
break through the lies they told you
it's hard to understand
you're running around
with your hands above your head
surrender surrender
they like it that way
kick your heels up high
you'll never stop learning
they never told you
about all you could be
how hard it would be
there's so much more
to everything
and you're just figuring it out
they could have taught you early
but they didn't
by the time you're ready
your skin is sagging
your mind is running in circles
with hands above head
see what they've done
see what the dark has
it's all beginning
you're just now learning
not prepared
and you'll make their same mistake
repetition  
repetition
hands above head
jogging to the beat
trying so hard
but your skin is sagging
and you know
it's too late
to reach your potential.

I try to catch my words like fireflies
and store them in a jar.
I cannot.
Whenever I lift the lid to speak again,
the jar talks to me...
And off they fly.

In the silence,
inspired thoughts
make pleas for their own release.
Within moments
they are captured by another,
no longer mine.

Anything but silence is futile
when it comes to liberating
the true meaning of my fireflies.

Science has discovered the speed of light

I am present and perplexed at the speed of darkness

undoubtedly

                   rock...

with
        brittle
                    skin.

stoked

         fire...

burning
              from
     within...