Captured in this gap in time
Where I am earth
Where I am mine
Making moments in this space
Where time is frozen
But I make haste
I still worry-
Here and there.
Will time thaw
And back I'll be?
I still think-
Back to then.
Back to when I screamed within
Back to when I scratched my skin and begged the skies for love.
I still think-
How far I've come.
I have a dream
He's magic
He's beyond.
He's grace and mystery and love and fun.
He's a sunflower and perennials.
He's the moon, stars, and sun.
I have someone.
I have someone!
Not just dark skies of gray or some warm body to pass the day.
Not just words of loving tone or someone to call my own.
I have someone who makes me whole,
Fills my body,
Hears my soul!
When he cries, I feel his pain,
When we love, our love still stain.
We know each other like the ocean knows the moon.
We move together in sync from morn' to well past noon.
And we make each other smile like watching a flower starting to bloom.
Oh, how I have someone.
Someone I don't want to let go.
But every summer I shudder gawking at the shimmering snow.
I don't want to lose them and fall back in that dark of mine
I want forever still to be captured in this moment in time.

In the moon's gentle glow,
We two, we strive, we glow.
Your dreams, they touch the sky,
Yet I'm stuck wondering why.
The shadows, they play their part,
In this dance, a work of art.
A growing void, a fraying thread,
Our love's tangled web, I dread.
I plead, my love, hear my plea,
In this dance of you and me,
A song unsung, soft and sweet,
Two hearts in the moonlight meet.
The rhythm's off, yet we still try,
Beneath the starry sky.
A subtle cry, too gentle to hear,
Yet love whispers, have no fear.
We stumble, tumble, try to hold,
A love story, both young and old,
In honey eyes, our spirits soar,
Underneath the moon, we explore,
With grace, we find our way,
In the night, we'll dance and sway,
Together in the shadows deep,
In your arms, I'll always keep.

In honey eyes,
I always falter;
such grace just out of grasp.
His towering dreams,
my striving never really seems to clasp.
I plead it is my best,
though my words fall weak and shy,
I'm a lover not quite perfect-
shame,
I often wonder why.
Lost deep in the shadows
and his vision slips away,
A growing void,
a cold abyss,
where our emotions often fray.
I beg my lover hear my heart,
The beats are far too soft,
For stallion as it may feel,
The goal grows more aloft.
It's too gentle,
just a subtle cry
Underneath our starry sky.

I found a star.
In gravel and dirt under mounds of land that I never knew could be dug, I scratched away.
I bled from my cuticles and nearly gave up, but suddenly I found a star.
I was just looking for a sign. A flower or something kind.
But it glowed like embers in a river of black. I found a star and I tried to give it back.
I said "You don't belong here. This doesn't feel right. I don't deserve this." And yet, he stayed. I told him he could leave, but I couldn't believe my eyes or my ears or  the touch of his rays and the smile in his gaze. Oh, how wonderful he is. I found a star. Now that he likes me- now that I know- I never want to let him go.
He shows me magic, he says things I've never heard. He teaches me. I try my best to learn. And I'm not perfect. Oh, I am extremely anything but. And he loves and glows upon my soul anyways. My cuticles could blister a trillion times more. My eyes could rain showers all day, but I would let them bleed me dry and give anything away- to keep this star. Oh, sweet star. My star, so kind. I would do anything to be by your side. To glow in your light and watch you in flight. Oh sweet star. Forever. A world I never knew. I would do anything to be there with you.

In a world unreal, where edges blur,
I drift through life, an uncertain blur.
The colors fade, the shapes distort,
A surreal landscape, my mind's retort.

I'm caught in a realm, detached and strange,
Where reality shifts, and perceptions change.
The familiar becomes distant and unknown,
A fragmented reality I call my own.

The world feels hazy, like a dream undone,
Disconnected, I search for a sense of the sun.
I grasp for solidity, for something real,
But everything wavers, as if it can't be sealed.

Time slips through my fingers, moments disarrayed,
An ethereal journey, where moments cascade.
Faces and voices, they all merge and blend,
I struggle to grasp the fragments, to comprehend.

In this altered state, I question my existence,
Am I here, or just a figment, lost in persistence?
I yearn for a tether, an anchor to hold,
But the ground beneath me feels untold.

Yet within this detachment, a flicker remains,
A spark of resilience, a soul that sustains.
Through the foggy mist, I find strength anew,
To navigate this realm, to find my own view.

In the depths of shadows, I find my way,
A maze of thoughts where emotions sway.
A haunting melody, a twisted tune,
Words entwined like a midnight moon.

A shattered soul, fragmented and torn,
Aching wounds that have yet to be mourned.
A kaleidoscope of colors turned gray,
In this realm where echoes hold sway.

I'm a wanderer in a labyrinth of dreams,
Lost in the maze where reality gleams.
Whispers of the past, echoes of the now,
Seeking solace, wondering how.

Monsters dance in the corners of my mind,
Their presence felt, their touch unkind.
They leer and taunt, my fears they feed,
Yet within this darkness, I plant a seed.

For amidst the chaos, a flicker of light,
A glimmer of hope, burning so bright.
Through the pain and the tears I embrace,
The beauty that emerges from this darkened space.

So I write my words, I paint my verse,
A cathartic release, a universe.
In the tapestry of emotions unspoken,
I find solace, a heart softly broken.

This is my refuge, my sanctuary true,
Where I can be vulnerable, and yet, renew.
In the cadence of my thoughts, I find reprieve,
And in this poetry, my soul finds a weave.

So let the ink flow, let the words dance,
Expressing the depths of my circumstance.
For in this poetry, I am set free,
To explore the depths of what it means to be me.

I'm the host of a ghost and the most that I know is I feel it burrowing deep in my soul. Like a monster it stares at me, yet cares for me too. Watching me patiently sink in the blue. Waves come down crashing like a party around, and even with you here sometimes there's no sound. It's shameful and lousy and frankly it's sick, that even with a love like this I get lost so quick. It's silly, offensive, and sometimes just cruel that I keep crying like we're in some duel. You'll forgive and forget but the feelings will linger, "is she manipulating me?" with my cunning bee stinger. And I'm shouting like the wicked witch "Oh, I'm melting, I'm melting" and I'm tearing like a crooked ***** while I'm belting and belting, "I'm melting, I'm melting," and swearing I'm caring but can I really care if everytime you need me I'm never really there? Frankly it's not fair! It's not fair that my tone falls flatter and low, and my body starts to move so heavy and slow, or my eyes shut tight and my head starts to hurt or my heart starts to panic and my **** eyes just burst. It's not fair that I can't listen without hearing my mind. Take one step forward, stepping five more behind. It's not fair that I don't think of you each second of the day because while I'm busy hating me, you're hoping I'm okay. You're doing everything you can like a single mom of five, and you don't even know you are the reason I'm alive. You make me smile in a way I've never seen myself before, and when you hold my body I just feel my whole world soar. I could spend forever with you, but I worry anyways- because I cannot promise you I won't ruin our nice days. I can't guarantee I won't just fall upon the tile in a bitter act of drama and just stay there for a while. I can't swear to you I'll rise and clean the whole house while you're gone rather than stay in bed asleep because my mind just is all wrong. You can't just trust that I won't lie or stretch the pain to keep the peace, and I would never ask you to just ignore that whole beast. If you love me, that's a joy I'll constantly question myself each day, because I'm still battling my health and I worry if you'll stay. And if you'll stay with me, you should know you make me whole. You watch the ghost beside me, while you protect my soul.

I'm something hard to see,
your something far too free.
I'm twisted up in wicked love,
Your mystified by wistful lies.
I beg and plead that you love me,
you cry and moan to go back home.
No, not just yet my flower girl,
not just yet my queen.
You beg to bed to dream.
I watch you cry and feel a warmth,
yes, now you feel just as me.
To break our bones is nothing,
when lost is all we be.
So smell you flower I picked from home,
to give you a smile once more,
or cry on dear,
for I do fear,
the loss up there will hurt your core.
Above in home,
is where they roam,
the wicked ones with hope.
Below is warm,
and honest love,
the ones you hate all lie above.
Now, smell you flower,
smile or cry.
Yell your woes oft to the sky,
either way,
together we stay,
until we reach- our dying day.

A river has flood me,
with the world's lost dreams.
The last breaths of love.
The loneliest of screams.

Let me cry and leave me be.
Won't you just not bother me?
I gave my spine and soul and dreams.
I gave my everything it seems.
But never have you had enough,
old monster, teach me to be rough.
Take me while I'm squishy.
I'm empty,
yet still not sharp.
I'm crying,
yet not a harp.
I'm broken,
but I'm not gold-dust.
I'm nothing,
but still I must-
exist by the waves,
crash by the night,
hide by the day,
or in a fright I fight.
This is my hell,
my bright red tunnel.
I don't remember what led me to this hole,
but it pulled me down and let me go.
The bright red lights that flash and blind.
The tunnels tight and the dirt unkind.
The only thing that calms my mind-
when the fountain falls,
and holds me tight,
to bear this tunnel-
through tonight.

I kind of hate everybody,
probably hate you too,
cause everybody lies to me.
I don't know what to do.
Yell at me, cause I won't open,
yell at me, to close.
I'm a bad guy
a mad guy,
a crazy little show,
spinning like ferris wheel,
and I don't even know.
But I'm the broken car,
look like the rest, but just not right.
Can't you let me be, though?
I don't want to fight.
Not tonight.. please, at least not tonight.
Watching from the top,
at me dancing alone.
Dance like no ones watching,
but I'm not on my own.
They watch me like a celebrity,
judge my every move.
They just don't get the dances flow;
it doesn't match my groove.
Flawed and mistaken,
over-dramatic and confused.
I could have walked away,
but I never have refused.
So fire away your comments,
and hate,
and beady eyes,
I must be asking for it,
and saying stop as some coy disguise.
Just please not tonight.
Let me go for just today.
I've had enough of dancing,
so please take the spotlight away.

You don't know me.
Don't know who I am,
or where I come from.
You don't know me,
beyond my blues and grays and greens.
You might know my favorite color, or show,
but not what to me, it means.
You don't know my story.
You can't see my heart.
You aren't in my brain.
So dear god don't you start-!
Please clip this off here,
and just leave me be..
If you don't give a ****-
then stop barking at my tree!
I'll give you my ears,
like Vincent Van Gogh.
I'll give you whatever.
but I won't let you know,
whats inside,
or what happened,
okay?
I know you don't care.
I know you won't stay.
I know you won't like me,
or understand.
You'll just criticize me.
You can't hold my hand.
I might be alone,
for the rest of my life.
I might be like a child.
My future full of stife.
I might be a maniac,
or a monster to you,
no matter how hard I try,
and no matter what I do.
So give me a break.
Stop asking for more.
Stop yelling at me,
or knocking at my door.
You don't seem to get it,
and you never will.
No matter how hard I scream,
no matter how shrill-!
I beg of you please,
after all we did,
don't open pandora-

Just close the lid.

Be okay with the fact,
you can't handle the truth.
Be alright with knowing,
it won't be something you get.
No one ever might,
so please...

Just forget-.

Just forget-!

A poet without words is probably dangerous
Puzzled mind
Stoic face
Not leaving a trace.

All I want is for someone to find me. Someone to put themselves in my shoes from the love of my travel. To listen to the rambles I have from the love of my passion and voice. I want someone to notice me, and swim the rapid rivers of my thoughts, the shaky quivers of my breathing heart, walk seamlessly through the vines of my insanity, finding the truest me deep down within. The one that is good and bright and worthy. And put a mirror to her, so she sees... and I see. Letting me know someone else sees something amazing in me and helps me to see it myself. So I can feel normal, and real, and loved all at once. It doesn't have to be permanent, feeling this way everywhere I go. Simply with them. I want to feel calm, and happy, and real, and normal... and loved.
That's all I want.

The petals all around me,
Dying just the same.
Saying they can't take it.
My happiness to blame.
My teeth, too bright and glaring.
My eyes, too strained and large.
My heart is slowly pouring out.
Drip by drop, it will barge.
But my smile is too glaring,
Is all anyone knows.
My teeth, they grip each other,
Holding on for dear life.
My smile corners, cheek to cheek
My laugh is crying masked by fear.
Will I hurt you too?
Will your petal die?
Will I break you too,
Because of my permanent lie?
Will I **** the forest?
Will it even stop there?
Will there ever be,
A flower that can see?
See the dying?
Hear the crying?
Know I'm trying?
And I'm frying
Under the sun,
because of the petals that will cover me,
like a child soft to sleep,
there are none.

Sleep wandress child,
in the light of the sun.
There will be more to see,
and you aren't yet done.

When the moon harshly closes you
still in it's dark,
And you feel yourself swallowed
whole,
by the shark.
You, can scream.
You, can screech.
You, can let out a hark.
Your voice moves the mountains,
and crashes the waves,
Your voice knocks over the aged trees,
Oh, how fierce it behave!
And would you lose your voice,
It would be okay.
Because soon enough,
there will come day.

Nevertheless my heart still spins
It drifts and flows on with the winds.

I've found a sparkle among the dark.
Like glitter in the eyes of a fairy, hymn, "hark!"

"The light hath found beneath the sidewalk so taken. None glimpse down; thus this light hath them shaken."

My aching and longing are living no more,
I finally find what I've been longing for.

A bridge is not needed,
The distance not far.

I need no train, bus, nor car.
To be where you are.

Let them know that this world is so much larger than us, and time, too sparse to recollect.
Let them know that we are a glowing society and there will be times we dim, and we just balance on the rim, but we decide the feelings in our hearts and that makes us who we are.
Let them know that we can go back to the moments-
back to the feelings that made us alive or destroyed us inside,
in sight by the picture on the wall.
Let them know the power it holds by the ones who behold it and the ones who bestow.
Let them know.

Oh, let them know that these days are our best and the rest will be hard, because we must decide what fashion we will stride,
and that instant to decide if we will survive or die hard.
Let them know of the dark, when we used to struggle for a picture, our lungs would be rusted and eyes would contrast but the picture perfect memory would forever last.
Let them know we alone can make the change we hope to see, and end our fortunes of calamity in this society.
Let them know we are better off different and normal is out, because if we were all normal we’d be robots without a doubt.
Let them know these memories may one day die,
but the feelings will still have you smile and cry.
Let them know.

Can't you wait til morning,
to caw like old bird do?
Shrill- as nail to glass,
or look like you, just aren't you?
Can't you just stay quiet,
and blend-
nor fight the waves?
We are all just fishes,
but you're the one that strays.
And if you could you'd help us,
but- oh- how thin you grow,
can't you see, you hurt us?
How is it, you don't know,
that our pain flames the brightest,
and you'll NEVER be the meat.
Can't you just stop cawing,
and float, with the harsh night sea?
Can't you just stop crying-
for what will never be-...?

I belong inside a seed capsule
Planted in the ground
My body in the fetal
Besides the water, bugs, and soil- no sound.
I belong there,  where my arms will spread
As branches fled the ground.
The dirt will fly around
And a shadow, grace my plain
I belong in the ocean
Where the waves wash over me
Softly pushing a warm force on my back-
Like a pat.
To say "It's okay.  It's okay." until I believe.
I belong deep deep down in the black
The blackest blue there is.
In the fetal position.
Warm-
Hugged-
Tight.
I belong behind glass walls in a cube in a world only I recognize,
Where people walk outside and glance only slightly with their careless eyes.
Where I scream like mercy me!
Where I yell past the tearing of voice box and beyond my gasps until there is just a silent hiss from my mouth.
And no views my way,  because is all just a warped, fuzzy mumble.  A few ears might point my way,  but they pass by still today.
I belong there.
Throwing glass bottles at the glass wall-
Yet unable to shatter the walls I'm within,
No matter how much shattering I hear inside them.
I belong.
Yet I don't.
Screaming.
Yet unheard.
I just want to be a bird.
Free to see the world.
Free to fly.
Free to fall and not die,
As I spread my arms and catch the wind, then start my way again.
Free to run away.
Free to stray and be.. Okay.

It started all by falling,
falling for the spell,
Winter's cold hearts frozen,
brought us closer still.
Then by the time I sprang,
into their golden arms,
my heart was dried a summer fried,
and changed by no alarms.
I never knew their colors-
could shift so sudden,
no.
If only I could have,
but I was left as white as snow.
Then by the blossom of this truth,
I spent last summer in my youth.

Now seasons,
they have taught me well,
that all things come and go.
One would think,
by all this time,
they would already know.
But we are all still learning,
catching up to our own time.
And the more we think we've learned it all,
the more we have to prime.

I cannot lie.
I cannot lie.
I met the eye of poogley-pie
In my dreams.
I thought I'd die.
Oh how could I-
Oh how could I-
Have met the eye of poogley-pie.
It stared at me,
It glared at me,
It looked me up and down.
I nervously thought it followed me when I went into town.
They say the eye of poogley-pie does not take prisoners yet-!
I haven't fainted,
nor hit my head,
so how much more living can I get?
I cannot lie.
I cannot lie.
The eye- I saw it blink.
It was a man with a soft nice hand,
he sent me flowers...I think.
This poogley-pie,
is a sweet, kind guy.
It's hard to believe those who meet him soon die.

Will you let me be by your side,
through the troubles,
through darkest night?
Will you let me,
love you so much?
My heart can't hold out much longer...
I'd like just one touch.
I need to know.
Where next to go.
Will you let me be your guardian angel.
Will you let me handle the devils?
You mean more than I do.

While your searching for the answers I'll gaze,
at your pretty eyes, and the way you pass the days.
I cuddle with a book but am I reading at all?
I'm busy fascinating about the future I'd recall.

Will you let me be by your side,
through the troubles,
through darkest night,
Will you let me,
love you so much.
My heart can't hold out much longer,
I'd like just one touch,
I need to know.
Where next to go.
Will you let me be your guardian angel.
Will you let me handle the devils?
You mean more than I do.
I know it's true, don't say it's not.
While I stare, you'll be waiting on the rest on the world to make you whole.

...Let's put it this way:...
Burning building,
collapsed in it's fate,
deep under ocean;
ill-knowledge learned too late.
I wouldn't tell a soul.
You'd be last to know.
I swear not let it show.
And without saying goodbye,
I'd just go.
I'd just lift off.
It's the land I choose to trough.
Beauty-
rolled into your eyes,
staring,
notice,
clear blue skies,
dreaming of this person here,
is a fear,
realization to persevere,
never ever telling dear.
If I found to be,
you,
my enemy.
The red in me,
burning fire here to see.
The heart of mine,
gone black to thee,
Nothing left to keep it in,
If scratched it's way out of my skin.
If lost the mask and soon be shown,
Finally the truth me be known.
My heart is tainted,
What is that cause?
I shalt not tell,
Fear all be lost.
Shall I peep,
My life to hell,
No reversal for this spell.

neon skies and walk- bys how hard to remember thise faces. forgotten people, and they leave ni traces. How unfair we dont have the ability to carry ourselves and all of them. how cruel we can fall too far buf onlt fly so high. And if we try to hard we are plucked right out the sky. How sad to see someone fight so hard for their wings to simply die. But it wont stop you from trying. You'll still keep others feom dying. You'll wipe their teara when your friends are crying. Youll shine brighter than the sun so when they see the dark they know where to run. How kind you are to be the one, who knows when a smile-chain has begun. If i could be greater and better and grand, Id help you out. Someday- Ill give you a hand.

My heart
it goes a pitter-pat
When you
you look at me like that
I feel
your warmth that radiates
Your some-
someone I cannot hate
But You,
are shyer than sky blue
You,
are beautiful and true
Do I deserve You?
Do I deserve you?
I don't think it's true,
So what do I do?

When my butterflies fly,
I wonder why,
my heart starts to sing,
like birds in mid-spring.

Sometimes the one you think is hurting you is helping you,
and the one you thought was helping you was always quietly hurting you.
The invisible rug is always under our feet,
but who is it that holds the end?
Surprises come from everywhere,
but there's a point in life when you just won't even care.
I hope you soon get there.

Bear the moment bare and open-hearted. Bear the moment from the minute it ends to the second it started.

They knew their falling would come. Said, "Stead fast may we fall. For our legs may lie short but out heart will show tall."

Everyday at 6 on the hour May Willows bathes in her flowers.
She gently smooths her lavender upon her gentle skin,
giving it such passion it entices as if a sin.
After which she reaches for her crimson towel and envelopes herself in it's subtle yet overwhelming power.
Yes, without this barrier walls would fall, hearts would sink, evil would rise.
Then her little peachy furs flutter to a wake.

IT is this time today when May Willows recalls the fateful event of her youth that has haunted her fresh adolescents and had given her such shivering adaptations.
She recalls the cold, unwelcoming shards skidding across her face. The speed of her skin against the granite causing her senses to numb in shock.
A party was being held but the ground did crash it. The home was wrecked and the valuables were shattered in the unkind intrusion.
But what was there to do? Nothing was to be done because there was no true damage. It burned only of envy and esteem by the suns next rise.
To say "at least" for what remains means "smile" would be simple. To say another state is ill-fed so you cannot ask for more would be belittling any reason, since every story reveals a different thinking that is living a different living, comparing unique to unique.
   May Willows was brave.
But what was bravery when the day replays? And she does not scream since she stayed so brave. She screams inside looking unflappable. The terror is not found in her eyes or her soul, but within her mind. In such a life where only you know and only you feel the calamity, where is bravery? What is bravery? Comfort is difficult when the problem is a ghost. When the truth is microscopic in attempt to evade the naked eye? What is bravery when the scars reveal a story that the body cannot be true to? What then is this great bravery that one might wish to wear? What then is brave?

You worry about the world and how you'll hold it up.
You worry about my smile and what we'll be when we grow old
You worry our souls to gold
we worry your strength to grey.
I worry you worry too much.
It's hard to know and harder to watch.
I worry your dreams are of fear,
because you feel like time is wasted anytime you aren't here.
But how long can you keep this up?
It's killing you, you know.
And I begin to feel presidential,
to be so admired without a power in my bone.
To be right next to you and watch you act so alone.
Id never think to run from this,
because your falling as it is.
I will watch so I may be there the day you trip and tip the ledge.
So if you can't drop the world even when arrows fly your way, and your knees soon buckle then give way. I will be there to hold you up.

Stay nice.
A piece of advice. A note to myself when I've lost it all.
Stay nice. Even if you hate the world, or angst has driven a ***** through your heart- even if your soul is blacker than death- even if they stole from you what made you real- even if your hurting or a fire burns your smile up-
stay nice.
Does it help to hurt the pain? Does it help to run the good away? Does it help to drop the mic, because the song was too hard for comprehension?
What do you learn by throwing a fit or stealing a smile or telling a friend you quit?
Be the change you wish to see! If you want life to be a tree and each person to be a fruit then be the fertilizer, or rain, or sun. Help the fruits to ripen. Teach people that no one is just a number. No one is just another atom on earth. Be the Atticus Finch. Be the warming parental figure to the world. You cannot force a change in anyone and you cannot make rightful karma come, but you can smile through it and be the contagious laughter. No matter how frusterating it gets or trying it will seem, may you always remember who you want to be and who you are inside, (no matter what anyone else can say) may you always-
Stay nice.

You have big eyes,
and a pride to change the world,
but how far will you go when you know it all?
How can it be trusted you won't subsequently fall-
because you swear on your future that you truly know it all?

why do people assume they need to teach me about life; give me a lesson?
I think its okay then they walk away.
They say its to help me understand.
Fine! teach me about life; give me a lesson.
You all wear me down with this ******* obsession!
I'm tired of learning.
I'm tired of lies.
I'm losing my mind by these deluding blue skies.
I'll be cold because I'm too warm.
I'll be somber because I'm too bright.
I'll sleep the day and creep the night.
I'll harden my heart just to end this long deception-
while you teach me more of life; give me another lesson.

The news grasped our school so finely and tore it's reputation to the floor. We did not see it coming but someone filmed a fight from the door. Maybe 20 varsities who seen giving a  punch, a few other schools also, but not a whole bunch. The video went viral then was found on our tv's. They interviewed someone kicked out of football about our schools newfound needs. He said we needed something because something was not there. He said we sit as the worst school, but who was he to share? It sat on our tv's. On the old graduates tv's. On everyone's tv's. Embarrassment ran across every students face. The varsity was sent to another school and left without a trace. For 3 months, in the intercom, the principal ranted her shame. As expected, without the best players, we lost every football game. We've revived our spirits since that fatal day, but our reputation may forever lie gray.

I remember when we were young going to a college for photography meant buying an expensive polaroid and becoming attached to its every corner. Now it signifies buying a portable Photoshop. I remember it used to mean dedication and work to hide in the dark for hours only for one photo for which you'd never want to let go. Now it's the darkness that you avoid because everything must be bright and vivid to be true. I remember how the goal was to bring to beauty out, not shut the beauty away! Now time has lifted those memories and set them far away.

My friends call me nice,
You call me a ****.
My friends treat me well,
You treat me like dirt.
So tell me again why blood is thicker than water,
And how I must give you full respect because I'm ONLY your daughter.
Educate me on the ways of the ancient wise ancestors,
Who respected so highly each our freedom's brave molesters'.
Keep telling me how youth breaks governmental laws,
And how if you're older- then you're better than your teenage boss.
How the world CAN'T be mine until I'm 25 and I'll ONLY be as good as you were for as long as I'm alive.
Oh please, keep telling me how live is,
And the 'natural way'.
Keep subliminally crying out these words to me,
Trying cheat me of my say.
Because maybe you do have the elder wisdom lodged between your ears,
But BETTER, WISER, MODERN men, know wisdom isn't based by our developmental years.