Isn’t physically quick or agile.

Disappears in libraries.

Has been known to dissolve into the physical pages of books.

Is good at tucking herself into the stacks and retreating to reading nooks.

Blends in at coffee shops where her voice can be drowned out by the grinding and the steaming.

Can become indistinguishable in the dark of theatres, in the quiet shuffle of art galleries, the finger-snapping of poetry readings, the hum and jostle of the Tube.

Is indistinct. Adept at hiding in plain sight.

Know not of who this one was for,
But it was a carousel in my head,
Around and around it whispered,
Secrets I dare not be the carrier of,
Wrapped themselves around my hip,
I hope nobody sees

Numb is the girl who dreams
The one who fails to see everything
Even though the world is not all that it seems
She finds the beauty in anything

Dumb is the boy who leaves
The one who is burying
A life he is told not to believe
Who will just continue worrying

Numb is the girl who loves
Who cries tears of gold-
Over just one silly dove-
Who thought she was too bold

Dumb is the boy who is beloved
Who had been told
"A proper man is devoid of-
Girls who aren't bought and sold

Dumb is the boy who never knew
She was his only glue

time* decides who you meet in your life
your heart decides who you want in your life
behaviour decides who will stay in your life

life is a whirlwind
A Whirlwind you say
each day is a virture
the next to be lived

all those ups
downs
mould each scar and
living memory

memories with friends
family
*the world

When the life you led
was grand and easy as seen
and dare not your eyes
care upon to others
who were dread
in cold hardships

You became drowned
in greed and arrogance
not remembering
the gold wasn't yours
in the beginning

The life; our young generation
that we have in this of century
is led of nothings and foolish thoughts

Holding on to big dreams
of the rain; gold and silver
to pour into their arms
without a lift of a finger

Many I've met, so far
I've moved forward
to earn the respect I care

I've seen the genius,
the best of the goods,
and the worst of them all

Knowing some youths
that care not of learning
the life thoughts of giving
saddens me, in a way

I am not perfectionist
nor am I even near such
a human being to be perfect

There is an ocean in my ears
my face is hot and in my eyes
swim black and salty tears.
I dream of summer, of icy waves
drowning me, dissolving me
in my Atlantic sea, right to the bones of me-
of drifting, peacefully, piece by piece,
femur by phalange, and tinkling
toward the sand with xylophone sounds.
Salt crusting on the calcium
and drying in the hazy heat
packed down by layers of wet
sludge and seaweed for years
until I am a fossil.