What would I do if my family died?
I would stroll by the beach
and let waves swallow me.
I would sit by the jagged rocks
and wish for the werewolves,
mermaids, vampires to come to
my rescue.
I would take a hand full of the rough sand
and let my tears transform it into a mould.
I would build a sandcastle and let the water
cut through,
exactly like the tears rolling down my freckled face.
Then I would jump from the cliff,
the dive funerial, graceful and almost glad
like the splash of water that hit the rocks
one last time.

They try to tell me....
because I'm depressed I've got a disease
that there's no one else out there who feels quite like me
that I'm at fault for wearing my heart on my sleeve
these transitional times should just come with ease
But.......
how can you expect me to believe
when we live in a world that neglects history
who puts life behind titles and paid salary
that puts you down if you act or think differently
It's just......
things aren't so great within our own family
we've made want out-weigh personal responsibility
made wars with ourselves because of society
made wars with ourselves because of supremacy
I feel........
like I don't want to commit to this fatality
that the pressure is on to become what they want me to be
that I can't do it because of lack of diplomacy
because of my desire to aid those in poverty
but they say......
**** like that is never going to get you anywhere, honestly
that you should do what gives you the greatest lump sum of money
forget about the low lives, they've chosen their destiny
you have the choice now to become your own entity
But I say...
I know that we all aren't so far from one identity
that we could unite in our sadness and stop living so separately
that there is a way in which we can think optimistically
it just calls for a revolt, something to change drastically

Baby,
We have been apart longer
Than we have been together.
Mastered the distance,
We know what it's worth.
But baby,
I think we forgot
How to be together again.
Having you stand next to me
Was so surreal
I was at a loss for words.
We got it back though baby,
As soon as I sat down
With your arms perfectly around me
My world healed itself again.
No need for small talk
Just your sweet kisses
And our breathing in synch.
We can do this baby.
I know we can.
Just a few more months.

If my love has not confessed to you
That this ending was unplanned,
Then to your mother please stay true, for
In your life I no longer stand.

I do remember when the world was kind
And I held you in my arms,
But as I dodged these hate-stung bullets,
Life lost its fragile charm.

In war's ruins my body now lies;
Beaten and covered in dust.
Your mother: broken by this fatal news,
In I, you have lost all your trust.  

If my love has not confessed to you
That this ending was unplanned,
Then to your mother please stay true, for
In your life I no longer stand.

Life is like paper
We are always tracing,
Arms like rulers, hands like graphite
You leave smudges on my skin
Hard lines softened by your touch
Marking places no one else has been
You make my indifferent linear mouth
curve into a smile
I didn't realize how much I wanted to see you
Until it hit me like a permanent pen
The question I had written wasn't what,
It was when
I find myself thinking of you
Trying to draw you in my mind
In this world of accuracy
It's far from perfect
Doesn't do you justice
It's like the cause but not the effect
How can your flaws be so alluring
I just love you more
As more of your picture forms
Shadows and light
Like an artist's final sweep
Nothing has felt more right