Tickety* … tock
Tickety … tock
Tickety … tock

All I hear is the ticking of tha stupid clock.
With each step I take
With heart beat of my heart
With each inhale and exhale
All I hear is that stupid clock.
That clock is someone you know.
It’s someone you care about.
It’s me.
All the words that you say
And all the actions that you don’t do
Is making the clock go

Tickety … tock
Tickety … tock
Tickety … tock

Molding me to fit your model
And dressing me up in my sister’s clothes
And putting her shoes on my feet
Make the clock go faster

Tickety tock
Tickety tock
Tickety tock

Let me live my own life
The way that I want to live it.
Let me be the person that I want to be.
Let me wear my own shoes
The same pair that I have been
Wearing my enire life.
Let me be me
So the clock will not go

Tickety tock
Tickety tock
Tickety tock
Tickety tock

…

BOOM

You looked me in the eye
And told me you loved me.
I saw nothing in yours,
But all the hatred I have for you.
We’ve danced our last dance
And it’s time for the clock
To strike midnight
So I can disappear from your life
And you from mine
Because I see nothing in your eyes.

Yield infinite possibilities

Ingredients
A pinch of “I don’t give a crap”
A dash of “respect”
A cup of “alone time”
2 sprigs of a “peace of mind”
A heaping tablespoon of “some good lovin’”
2 gallons of “go **** yourself”

Directions:
1. Pour half of “go **** yourself” into a saucepan and mix it with “I don’t give a crap.”
2. Place the sprigs of “a peace of mind” and stir constantly with “some good lovin’” and half of the “alone time.”
3. To finish it off, add “respect” and then place the saucepan over medium heat for 5 to 10 minutes, or until it is very hot but not boiling.
4. Remove it from the heat. Add the remainder of “go **** yourself” and the other half of “alone time” if needed. No need to pour it into mugs. Keep back pocket and use all the time

Nutritional Information:
Amount per serving

Happiness and self worth: infinite
*******: absolutely none
Years gained in life: too many to count
Knowing that you don’t give a **** because you’re happy: PRICELESS

It’s 3 in the morning. All I can hear is a loud buzzing
and everything around me is spinning. Some give me
an aspirin because my head is throbbing and about to explode.
I leave your house and the bottle still in my hand.

I stagger to my car and I turn the key. I looked over to the
house and drive away never thinking about the what ifs
and maybes. I drove down a dark and narrow road that leads to nowhere.
It feels like a snake because I kept on turning the wheel to stay straight.

I stomped on the brakes because I saw a deer walking in front of the car.
I stared at it and its big eyes returning the gaze. Still looking at it
I sped off as I have never seen a deer before. I entered a long and
dark tunnel that seemed to be endless. At the end of it I saw nothing

but an extremely blinding light. I remembered seeing my life flashing
before my eyes. I saw my birth and my first kiss and my high school prom.
I saw my high school graduation and my first day of college. I saw the first
and only girl I have fallen in love with. Then all I saw was the blinding light

in front of my eyes and I don’t know what to do. I swerve the car to the left
and then to the right but the light would not leave. I just closed my eyes as
tight as humanly possible and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I gripped
the wheel as tight as I can and I prayed the light would disappear. The next thing

I remembered I was at home getting ready to go to your house. I looked
in the mirror, stunned and sweating. I touched my face and looked around
to see if I was only dreaming. I looked in the mirror again and I told myself
I am never going to drink and drive because that was a crazy dream.

I wear wings on my back
Not the wings of birds
But the wings of angels
They offer me guidance
To wherever I want to go
To whatever I want to do
To whomever I want to be
These wings offer me
Support when I fall down
From all the pain
From all the suffering
From all the doubts
From my past that I want to forget
They catch me when I fall
And they lift me ever so higher
Until I can touch the sky
And until I can touch my goals and dreams
They carry me above all obstacles
They carry me higher
And I don’t ever want to come down
When they flap they break the big cloud
That blocks the sun from warming
The hearts and souls of everyone
These wings wipe the tears away
From crying mothers without support
From little children without food
From everyone who feels depressed
And like there is no worth in living anymore
These wings of angels bring bursts of fresh air
That cools down any anger that I feel
That cools me when I’m overwhelmed
The gust of wind from these wings
Pushes me past all of my enemies
And towards my safe haven
To where I can sit and relax
And gather my thoughts
These wings protect me
From the abuse that happens to me
From all the attacks that are directed at me
And directed at my friends
And directed at my family
These wings shield me
From whatever Mother Nature
Decides to throw at me
These wings are those of my Guardian Angels
And they’ll take wherever I wanna go

The world is too quiet.
There is no one here;
No animals or humans.
But I’m here!

I walk outside
And I see no one.
There is no sign of life.
But I’m here!

The world is like a ghost
Town minus the ghosts.
Why isn’t there anyone here?
But I’m here!

How can there be nobody
In the schools and stores?
How is this even possible?
But I’m here!

There is no point in searching
For anyone here at all.
It’s just a big waste of time.
But I’m here!

But I’m here!
Why can’t anyone see or hear me?
I scream at the top of my lungs
But there’s no point.

I’m just wasting my breath.
It’s just me and my thoughts
And they are blocking me from
The outside world that I love.

I’m all alone with my thoughts
And there is no one here.

*But I’m here!

Life is a trilogy with birth and death sandwiching
Our life stories into books and chapters are written
Every second with every action and inaction
That we take takes each chapter on a wild ride
Through defeat and triumph and love and hate

Chapters like first kiss and first love and first car
And all of our firsts are only minor chapters when
Compared to chapters like self realization
And self acceptance and self recognition
And other chapters about our internal struggles

Internal struggles like depression or anxiety
Or coping with the death of a close friend or
Family member create cliffhangers and drama
In our books and they make our stories different
From all of the other stories that we read

When we make new friends or unite with old ones
And these struggles can tear pages out of our books
That we don’t want people to read because they are
Too hurtful or too personal or they cut us too deep
That we don’t want other people to find out

The truth of what happened or what we have done
And these torn pages will be a reminder of our past
And it reminds everyone that life isn’t perfect
And that we are all flawed with some more than others
But we are all the same because we have gone through hardship

Our books have twists and turns that make us smile
And they make us cry but no matter what they make
Us think about our own lives and how we can write
The next chapter or rewrite the past or change a few words
But no matter what we change our books will never be complete

Life is a book and we all need to read each other’s book
By looking into our eyes or how we are dressed or how we act
Or through our conversations because our books are constantly
Changing with every second and with everything that we do or don’t do
With every feeling or thoughts we have or how we choose to live

Look into my eyes and you can see that my book
Is no different from yours and my chapters are the same
There is a chapter for depression and for anger and for shame
There is a chapter for all of the happiness in my life thus far
And a chapter for all of the things that I want to accomplish

No matter how our books start the ending will be
The most powerful because that will define our past
How we die and how our books are written will determine
If they will be bestsellers or on the self collecting dust
But no matter what life’s a book and we should all read each other’s