you'd think i'd know better
than to stumble under his gaze
but my feet don't listen
my heart is so
so impatient
my fingers crave the touch
of his soft brown curls

you'd think i'd know better
than to stare when he walks past
my mother taught me better
but she didn't teach me
how to tame the curiosity
of my hungry mind

you'd think i'd know better
than to fall for the boy
who doesn't stumble
who doesn't stare
who knows better
than to fall for someone like me

Letting my mind wander for a moment a semifamiliar memory cropped into view,
In it a strange hand wrote on a scratchpad, three letters that spelled out:
EYE OWE YOU

I am not bored.
When I am like this please don't suggest things for me to do
I know I could crochet
I know I could read
I know I could practice
I know I could work on things
But really I can't
I know I should put on make-up
I know I should get dressed
I know I should be doing something fun
But Mom, I don't feel my best
I don't want to do any of those things
Please try to understand
Sometimes I just need to
Lay under my favorite blanket all day
Listen to my favorite playlist at full volume
And cry
Mom, sometimes I need to cry
You don't need to worry
You just need to understand
No, Mom
I'm not bored.

To write the words that you feel can be difficult. To open up and let your inner self see the light of day can be treacherous. There are many who may not see as you see and may not understand what you want to say, but to keep silent is not as nearly as bad as letting your voice be heard. While many think of what they want to say, when you pen your words, you speak from your heart and soul to many others. While self expression is a risk, it is a risk worth taking if you have the courage.

She didn't leave to leave him,
She left to leave

What I want you to do
Is to have a fight with yourself
Convince yourself that you are good enough
That you're better without them
Start somewhere
It doesn't matter if you're slow
Time is not important
But achievements are
Go on
Show me all your strength
Give me all the force that is inside you
You are a fighter because you challenge yourself
You face your fears instead of running away
I want to see that side of yours

ozór mam swej ręce,
    oko
        w swym pysku,
  a słowo,
                 w swym oku; \ \ \ \
jeno anioł siedzi w mym
uchu, i gawędzi
     jak jakiś chłop
       o marnym wykształceniu;
bo se baba chciała chłopa...
  co by wydoił koze!
a ten chlop...
             hula-hula-hoop!
ucho zbyt warte...
   prawie nie warte
  kiedy serce szepcze;
                     i serce szepcze,
to co umysł głosi na folwarku!
   ten sam: za rok znowu
       wiosna!
       a serce szeptem:
     zapawene...
    a ty nie ojcem oczekiwań
  masz nie zaznać jakąś zmiane,
    chociaż tą najmniejszą,
by dać roku wyrok - tzn.
          ten przed, nigdy nie
     będzie ten po?
   nawet te zmarszczki na twym
czole, to nie te same glizdy
     w glebie ciebie, adamie,
                      zwanym ziemio?

i have my tongue
   in my hand,
   my eye
      in my gob,
and the word,
             in my eye. / / / /

moj jedyny kres to
     watek ukrainski...
poza czym, jedynie
slask wyrósł...
  *contra conslave
  hrabiń, i hrabów.

i tak też zerkam kiedy
na piaskach
ojczyzny...  ależ dziwnie,
prawie, a nawet wcale
jak niby to miało być i na mój
odczuć: ponownie w domu;
                     nie;
i już nigdy tak
                 nie będzie,
pomimo to że z tej
                 ziemi jestem -

pies warczy, pies szczeka...
              las otchłan ziewnienciem
otwiera,
           i tym, zasłania ludzką mowe,
mowiąc:
             to co myślisz, nie jest
to co wiesz...
        jak w ogrodzie:
    i będziecie znać różnice między
myślą, a wiedzą, powiedział dzik...
tym, drugim kłamstwem
   od pierwszego, zapewnionym.