Linger.
                   Let it go.
                                Linger.
                                    Let it show.
   I have a heart.
                I have a voice.
    That can movie mountains,
     That can end nations.
                             So hear my cry,
           Hear my sorrow,
                        I'm fighting for tomorrow
   Don't stop me now
     Don't leave me now
            Don't you see I need you now.
       Fight,
     Let it go.
Fight
    Let it show.  
             Know, I'll be there tomorrow.

You know nothing of life
Till you feel the deepened, endless, depths of death.

You feel dull
Till you are laying on the kitchen floor
***** plastered to your hair
speckled with pills
you heart racing
and the only thing you are thinking
"I'll never feel snow again."
He comes to you in jagged breaths,
in blinding pain,
and he whispers in your ear
"Your mother cries at night, dear boy why live this way?
Go out, make her proud, I took too much for her, and you have given too little."
and then you know.
you've always wanted to be a teacher

You fell empty
Till you lay in your gown
the beeping of the screen seems endless
as do the days, trapped in your hospitable bed.  
everything slows
and you know
hes coming.
Your too tired to open your eyes,
but you feel his soft caress,
his hand holds yours  
and says "Does the softball games missed? the dinners skipped and the paperwork finished matter at this very moment?"
and then you know.
Why your daughter never speaks to you.

what are you doing?
what are you eating?
can I have some?
are you mad at me?
why don't you like my gift?

Where are you going?
can I come too?
are you coming back?
why do you never take me?

Are you my brother?
what am I?
am I one of you?
why am I so different?
Is that why you ignore me?

Stoney belloni
Gettin high with my homies  

sittin back watchin sweet life of Hash and cody
Eatin this burrito my friend calls jodie
But wait
******* is that macronni?!

I take a hit
and ****!
I start to choke on that ****

I guess we burned it all
that ***** dawg

weeeeeeeeeeed

The loneliest girl in the world
hears a knock at her door.

You can keep your perfect
You can keep your expectations
You can keep your beautiful.

I wake up every morning loving all I am
I live my life every day doing the best I can
When the day is done, I know I'm my kind of beautiful.

Don't come to me looking for perfect,
I left that behind a long time ago.
Don't expect me to meet your expectations,
I passed those a long time ago
Don't come to me and tell me I'm not beautiful.

Because I am
I am my own kind of beautiful.

These are the words of an unknown poet.
Her words buried under the worlds clutter.
Passed over, ignored, they smother,
Her art , her breath, her life,
Under an ocean of cyber space.
Leaking from the screen, down the keyboard
Dripping on the side walk
Filling in cracks till the stone is smooth...
    ... and perfect
Just like the little houses all lined up in rows,
Too worried about their green lawns and shiny cars to know

That inside she is screaming
and dying from someone to notice the bleeding
That is running from her pen that's
Drip
                 Drip
                                        Dripping
on the floor...
                  
    
Its a sorry thing
They couldn't do more
But her breathing
Stopped all to early
Only if they could
Hear the words
Of the unknown poet