Back
in your arms
My heart
can start
again
And I
am awake
no longer numb
I can feel your breath
on my cheek
Feel your warmth,
you are there
Back
in my arms
again.

Stepping into an amusement park
is equivalent of stepping into
another world
Step out of the poverty, the tears, and the shame
and walk through the gates
into
joy, laughter, wonder, magic, miracles, love
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter what you've done
All that matters is that
right here, right now
You can be ALIVE
You can leave all of your burdens behind
Step into a world where dreams come true
And sometimes your silly nightmares, too
Fly like a Manta ray through the water
See the world through a sea turtle's eyes
Rescue the city with your favorite superheroes
And watch in awe as other people
just like you
perform daring stunts right before your eyes.
Yes, it is another world
beyond the gates of an amusement park
So step right up
and embrace your dreams
Escape reality while you can.

Ah, being so far away from you
is hard, my love, it's hard, my love
And I'm not sure how I'm supposed to relax
when I'm constantly wondering about you
Are you okay?
But I'll be back home
before we know it
And I know you would want me to relax
So I'll try to relax,
but I'll keep you close in my thoughts;
Your silver heart hangs close to mine.

Flying
above a layer of
cotton clouds, woven white lining clear blue
It looks like a snow-coated hill,
punctured by snowdrifts and gaps
where that blue, clear clear blue
peeks through
Don’t fall through

Don't be sorry for me
when my biggest problem
is anxiety
and a mother
who doesn't want to listen.
Be sorry for the other girls my age
who have to live on the streets
with barely a meal a day
and give up their bodies to survive.

sad teens with happy faces

Sometimes I wonder
how it would feel
to just be numb
all the time
To feel the way I used to feel,
like nothing ever hurt me, nothing broke through
my cold, stainless steel walls
Sometimes I wonder
if I would rather feel that way again
Because sometimes emotion
is just too cumbersome to carry every day

I remind myself that
to feel emotion is to be human, to be alive
And I very much prefer being alive
to being a cold, steel statue
Resting forgotten at the bottom of the sea
wishing she could see the sky again

Being alive is worth the pain
of having a heartbeat.

You wonder why I can’t say anything
as my lies explode in my face
You decide that my silence is equivalent
to a declaration of “I don’t care.”
But what you don’t understand is that
I DO CARE
and the reason I stay silent is because
nothing I could say would ever matter anyway
You would still tell me
I’m stupid, ignorant, immature, irresponsible
You would tell me that
everything I think I feel for him
is just teenage hormones, not love
You won’t listen to what I have to say,
so I’ll give you silence for an answer
I’ll try to tell you with my eyes
But I’m pretty sure you’re blind
It’s cliche to say that you don’t understand
when obviously you do
But when you refuse to listen to what I have to say
I just don’t understand the point in speaking at all
And I’ll let myself disappear, drift away
It’s a good thing I’m leaving anyway,
because I would be packing my bags right about now.

Feeling your heart
beat against my hand
is a soothing reassurance;
You’re alive, you’re real,
and you’re here with me,
not just a silver-cloud dream.

As I was watering my roses,
no longer quite so fresh,
I noticed a curious thing:
the thorns were growing larger
even as the flowers died.