What? You need healing?
You are the kind of person
Who can heal herself!

When I was very little, my dad used to make up songs about what he was doing around the house.
Getting ready to go fishing, he'd make up a song.
Making lunch; he'd make up a song.
And once, he was making coffee, and I vaguely remember it.
My dad was holding me while he was pouring the coffee into the coffee filter,
The water in the coffee ***.
I remember him looking at me and smiling and then he sang:
"I love coffee," he'd sing and I'd echo with what he'd sing.
"Coffee every day,"
"When I wake in the morning,"
"It gets me on my way."

-J

I called out this morning
Into the emptiness
Of my rearranged bedroom
Your
Our
My
Pet name
And you didn't come around the corner
To greet me
With your grizzly face

Today I miss you
I long for the moments
Where we behaved like infants
But I remember
Like whiplash
The hardships
And the pet names
And tears
Fade.

Let’s walk into darkness,
Where shadows hide,
In winter’s pride,
And secrets undress

Yes, walk into night,
Where spirits dwell,
Where they fell,
Screaming with all their might,

Step into where hope is lost,
Never to be found,
Desolate and forgotten,
Dead at such a cost

Come into blackness,
Where passion is born,
And hearts are torn,
With smiles of malice

It’s my place to be,
The one I crave,
I can’t be saved,
Where I am only me

You lack sentiment
So I guess I have to give you up
While I'm ahead
I have no time to waste
If you are expecting
Some fun
Find someone else
To fuel your ego
My peace is worth more
Than your potential
I know what to look out for
After years of being around it
Without realising
I could take you for face value
And you could appreciate my looks
But my mind needs stimulation
Not speculation
Don't use me to work on your
Dating game
I'm 25 and I know how I want to feel
Maybe in a few years you'll be more
Available
Maybe in a few years I'll be more
Easy going
But my greatness lies within my
Instinct
And this time I'm going to worship it
When it tells me to run

When she was young, she'd listen to the radio
Waitin' for her favorite song
When it played, she'd sing along.

When I was young, I'd listen to the radio
Waitin' to hear her
When she came on, I'd sing along
Just like she did.

In your youth, a few weeks ago, you've never had to wait
to hear your favorite song
to hear your favorite artist
to sing along

It's never yesterday.
It's not even today.
It's always Right Now.
And Right Now Once More.
And once more after that.
Right.  *******.  Now.

We're doing 75 miles an hour down the highway and a song pops into your head.  You, Digital Native, are only a few clicks of your radio dial away from every song ever recorded.

"What's a radio?  Why do they call it a dial?"

That's when we get to the part
Where you're breakin' my heart.

****** doo lang lay, kid.
****** doo lang lay.