Oh, okay.
I see how it is.
You're just going to
walk into my house,
tear down a wall,
carve out a door and
call it your own.
Right.
That's how it's
gonna be.
Fine.
But don't expect
a lion to be docile
when you rip
it's cave apart.
Don't expect i'll
take this lying down.
I'll take this standing up,
thank you VERY much.
I'd take it flying
if I could.
You'll be hearing from me
soon enough.
You owe me a door.

when you're at the airport
you may see those flat escalators,
the ones that move,
they're just sitting in the middle
of the airport,
waiting to be stood on,
waiting to move you?
you know those?

You walk on,
you may stand or
you might walk.
You could run.

I run.
I run down the path,
watching the luggage trail
their people along,
zipping by.
I see bright signs,
rushing across my
brain in streaks of
blue,
red,
green.

And all too soon,
the path ends and
I'm ****** back onto solid
ground,
back to reality,
back to
simply
walking.

I want to explode like a supernova.
okay, supernovas implode.
I want to burst forth with strength
and heat.
I want to create ripples of fire
across the face of the earth,
blowing the cold winds back around
to the other side of the universe.
I want to burn up everything,
make the world come alive in crackling
pops, like fireworks.
I want to be a firework!
I want to explode like a firework display
across static velvet skies--
I want to be big.
I want people to turn around and stare,
because I want to be a big deal.
I want my thoughts to rush from my ears
and eyes and consume reality with colour
and odd shapes.
I want to be big, like a supernova.

vanity calamity, sickening insanity
trying to be myself when all i see is
profanity
running out of wall space and spots
to keep my clothes
try to fold them up but my talent's not
in rows
floor's covered in dust, pencils and
carpet throws
gotta hide my stuff instead of just dispose
I'll hit the pavement before i take another step
my balance is off, body made of things from
where i slept,
tin cans and wrappers, i try to remove
my husk, but i can't in the dusk
my biggest fear is abruptly ****** to the surface
i have no purpose
i'm beginning to rust

It's that moment when the laser catches your hand
and it's illuminated in a purple haze for just a second,
That moment when everyone brings their hands way above their
heads and claps at the exact same time as
everyone else, an electric sound ringing from above,
The moment when you scream the lyrics, each syllable
bouncing off against the others like bubbles but
you can't even hear yourself

It's that moment when the yellow lights turn the blue
balloons green and the red ones orange,
It's the moment that you dance with everyone around you
in a collective up down crazy crazy crazy movement
whether you know them or not.

At that moment, everything slows down.
You look around and see faces highlighted
purple, blue, red and yellow.
Hands are turned up to the sky,
mouths open.
At that moment you know that you are no longer
YOU,
but just a small part of something much bigger.
It seems that at that moment, the universe is
****** into the room
and you are simply lost
in the moment.

she told me earlier
that she doesn't know what
she wants to be when
she grows up
That makes two of us
little bee

She said she wants a shop though
where she would run the cash
register
dad would make the toys
and I would help people
My eyes smile into hers

Shes small for her age
She'll grow.
Oh dear little bee
You're just so sweet
and innocent

take your time little bee
and create imaginary shops
where you run the cash register

you think i make glow-in-the-dark
constellations on our walls
for fun but i don't
I don't do it for fun
little bee

take your time

I'm not a fan of sailing Optis.
But right now, we're just sitting under a grey sky
with no wind to blow life into
the sagging sails.
I glance across the boat, right into the
accusing eyes of Myself.
She has her arms crossed and so do I.
We're the same person, thinking the same thoughts.
I stare into my green grey hazel eyes,
which are cold and hard like concrete before snowfall.

"What?" she asks, her sharp words like knives, piercing me.
I look down and say,
"You know what."
"Yeah, I ******* know." I look up again, to see her eyes flash pale green grey, the color
of the water we rest on.
"What's your problem?" I yell at her. It's not really a question. My nose tingles, as it always
does when I get upset. I see her tug at her nose, too.
She answers quietly. "You're my problem."
"How can I be your problem when I'm you and you're me? We're obviously stuck, Gen."
She lowers her eyes, and pulls at her eyebrow. I do the same.
We're creatures of habit, she and I, I and she.
Me, myself and I.
I, myself and me.
She shakes her head. "I don't know what to do."
"Neither do I. Obviously."
Then suddenly, we look up at each other, a new light peeking behind our irises and dripping onto our cheekbones.
We both stand up, the boat still completely motionless.
"You know we can't swim," I mutter, looking into the murk.
"Doesn't matter."
She looks at me, and I at her. Something in her eyes tells me that it'll be okay.
Maybe.