The lonely little girl in me
Wants to hug the scared little boy in you
Until you stop being scared and I stop being lonely.

But this is a grocery store.
And you are a stranger buying cauliflower.

Speechless, lonesome, locked in thought
I've always lived inside my head
Even though I'm with you I still get lonely
But it's not your fault, It's not my fault

Im happy with you, the world just isn't right
I don't even have to think about it, I just feel it
Unbalanced, chaotic, diseased with blight
If only there was a way that I could heal it

I've never been the leader type, and I certainly do not follow
A loner, humanitarian, philosopher in my own mind
The world is a crowded hallway, yet to me its always felt bare and hollow
So much I wish to change here, but first we break the binds

We need to wake up, open up our eyes
start searching for the truth, start burying the lies
Your reading this, looking for poetic patterns
Hoping for clever rhymes, and they're here but as odd as the rings of saturn

Structure is nice, but not always the best way to build a foundation
I am the imperfect human, I dont care if this is written "right"
We care about material things, not ever about whats important
I am as guilty as you of this
Take the red pill, take the blue pill
You'll see how far the rabbit hole goes regardless
They never want you to know that

They want you to think that we have a choice
I want you to know that we have a voice

All I want is to be heard
In my lyrics, my melodies, my rhythms, in my music
I have so much to say, a war to fight, I don't want to lose it

This isn't about just one thing
But if it was, it would be about your mind
Open it, free it, see where it takes you
You might wake up tomorrow a different person.

All that I am is smoldering embers of a dying fire
waiting for a wind that will pick up my flame
you are the oxygen which allows me to burn
with one gust from you i know i’ll remain

The night is now still and foresees a guaranteed storm
as i wait for the torrent i beg mercy of the stars
the stars not responding, they point me to you
so your tasseogrophy tells me, ambivalent you are

I, these smoldering embers, still wait patiently
my flame still remains a dormant bed of ash
the only truth i know is that your breath is my fate
and if that breath wont come, just tell me, i ask

I can no longer bare the silence of this impending storm
let the torrent pour in and douse my embers out
this is the end of my smoldering existence
oh how you had me burning during the drought

Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her hair
As close she leaned and poured her heart through thee,
Whereof the articulate throbs accompany
The smooth black stream that makes thy whiteness fair,—
Sweet fluttering sheet, even of her breath aware,—
Oh let thy silent song disclose to me
That soul wherewith her lips and eyes agree
Like married music in Love’s answering air.

Fain had I watched her when, at some fond thought,
Her ***** to the writing closelier press’d,
And her breast’s secrets peered into her breast;
When, through eyes raised an instant, her soul sought
My soul, and from the sudden confluence caught
The words that made her love the loveliest.

He is tall.
So tall.
Too tall.
So tall that I have to look up to meet his eyes,
but it’s worth it.
Because his eyes are black.
Humorous.
Sparkling.
Sarcastic.
Smirking.
And his mouth is high up.
But it’s worth it.
Because his mouth is perfect.
Smirking at me, he knows what I’m thinking.
****** *****.
He’s too tall.

They shove
poetry down throats
by putting it on the train.
They know you'll look at it
because you don't look at faces
you're afraid
they're looking back.

They shove
a definition of beauty
into your mind
through skinny arms
through masked skin
through red lips
Crisp
Advertisements
on how you need to look
to keep him
on your hook.

They shove
Their morality
into your veins
through religion
and tasty cliches,
Heaven forbid
You ask why.

Sometimes she hid behind her laptop screen
Or maybe she'd hide in her sleep, in her dreams
Wouldn't face the world outside that hall
Wouldn't go downstairs for fear she'd fall
She slept in late and went to bed soon
And only found comfort under the glow of the moon
But the moon doesn't glow
It's just a reflection
Just like the soul
Of the girl aforementioned
A girl hidden in a place where the demons couldn't see
That girl was afraid and that girl was me.