my false teeth  are worn i cant chew no more
i will use my gums  just like i did before
chewing through an apple that will be task
maybe of my gums it will be to much to ask
perhaps have something soft this will do instead
something i can chew like a piece of bread
meat will be a challenge if the meat is tough
i will chew it gently till i have had enough
maybe get my teeth fixed or a pair thats new
than once again my meals are something i can chew

17/11/13

Folks speak of the lost boys once a midnight orchid blooms.
Of where they play and hide by a moonlit bay and sandy coast.
Without a care or a house, finding shelter under wise trees holding hands as a shack.
They ease the strong winds of November with rusted strings,
plucking notes with muddy fingers, they hum the usual song pulling splinters off their minds.

And there is rain that drowns the dancing melancholy in their little hearts,
as rippling ocean waves imitate their breaking bones and pulse.
As the thunder beats of laughter and of sorrow,
wooden guitars tap out the tearing droplets that spill from their sleepy thoughts.

I want to be someone different.

I've always been quiet
Only talk if I'm comfortable around you.
Very small, I never stand straight
That requires confidence,
I've never had much of that.

But that's not who I wanna be.
I want to be outgoing, participate more
I want to have confidence,
Be able to stand tall and proud
Talk louder, and be sure of myself.

But I can't.
I have hardwired my brain
Into being this way.
Acting the same as I have since
the very first grade.

It's not as easy as it looks,
To stand tall, be outgoing.
To know who you are
And be comfortable in your own skin
When you've trained yourself to be this way.

Like I have.

I don't know another way
to talk, act, or walk.
I'm small, shy, and I do try
To slouch away from things I don't know.
From people who might criticize.

Maybe one day,
When I'm older, and I know more
About who I am
And about who I do and don't want to be,
Maybe then I'll be the person I truly feel that I could be.

Two for the price of None!

Come over and make me eggs like you used too.
Apologies and take backs, take me for granted
  like your childhood memories.
I swore you needed me for at least three minutes.
Chip the polish off my nails, I’ll close my eyes.
I missed the trash can again last night.
Called up my friends, asked them where they were at 5AM.
When did I grab the blankets?
How did I turn off the lights?
How come I drank my tears and thought they tasted sweet?

Oh little house that sits upon our street,
With doors and windows there, replete.
So innocent you look from outdoors,
Just sitting quietly upon your floors.
But, ah, what secrets there you hide
about the family inside!

That family who dwells within your walls,
Who desecrate your floors and rooms and halls,
With shouts and dirt and clothes and clutter-
(Plus random smears of peanut butter!)
And yet you shall let us live within you-
The love you much from frame to sinew.