I heard of the beauty there
of the colored hair
and future freaks.
I heard of ballerinas in the streets
and boys like you
trying to find themselves.
You reckon you'll get lonely there?
I'd break my piggy bank
if it showed you I cared
We can travel the city
with six strings on our backs,
acting like we're not scared.
Even though we're scared as hell.
I could step on New York City
and scrape it on a beach
and that's where I'll find you.
next to the circus tents,
stands the main attraction
“Balancing act of the broken boy”
standing there is you
alone and afraid
holding on to dignity and pride
self-worth and meaning
talent and potential
******* and lies,

but not me.

Everything but me.

marks of war across your arm
a boy with artificial charm
a hatred stronger then my own
who taught my heart and mind to roam

A warning one or maybe two
I've been told the ways of you

i have secrets
you have lies
we'll make secret lullabies

of war and past and peace and love
from hell below and heaven above
of hate and pain and warmth and truth
to older age from newer youth

Silently I walk these halls
Untouched        unnoticed
  but I like it that way

Silently I watch the skies
twisting and turning
Untouched       unnoticed
  but I like it that way

Silently I hug him tight
the world has been so cruel
so I sit in his arms
untouched      unnoticed
but I like it that way

Silently I observe
my eyes searching his face
to me he's perfect
but I stay quiet
untouched      unnoticed
but i like it that way

Silently I listen
untouched     unnoticed
Silence speaks so many words
but nobody wants to listen
only I have heard it's secrets
but I like it that way

I wasn't quite sure why
Maybe it was his voice
or the way he looked nervously ahead
maybe it's because it was busy around us
or maybe, just maybe it was the ***** orange carpet
but right then I knew
I didn't want to look away
I wanted to stay there forever
eating sour patch kids and thinking with you
I thought a lot
about my choices and how I felt
at 3 am 'cause we can't call each other anymore
and we couldn't ask for hugs
and we couldn't call to hear each other's voice
on the other line
I thought a lot that day
on that orange carpet
eating sour patch kids

                                                           ­                                                                 ­       I just hope you did too.

young bare feet tiptoe down old wood steps,
counting each one,
one step,
two steps,
three steps,
down, lower and lower
until her soft skin touches cold wet pavement,
listening to her soul music,
a light wet patter
creating the soundtrack of her life
the clocks screech out
the darkest hour is upon us
but she doesn't mind
she is elsewhere
as cold drops land upon her
she takes a breathe
a long deep breathe separates her
from reality and paradise
to herself she whispers
'the rain loves me
i love the rain
the rain is cold
lonely and sad
scared and broken
but it loves me
and i love the rain'

there's a bottle by my head
I just want to go to bed
It made me feel so tired
but a the fuel started a fire

and my heart begins to race
and my mind is out of place
it seems I left my sanity
on memories and broken dreams

My thoughts are blurring out now
I can't seem to find out how
but I can barely write these words
the sentences in herds

The spelling can't be right
just thinking is a fight
because it helps me sleep
I had a drink, it came out in heaps

Now a headache starts to rise
the screen is straining my eyes
and I try to go to sleep
but secrets are hard to keep

I'd mention about the lines
the dance across my shoulder
I never expose them, nonsense
I'm afraid of your cruel comments

They're pale and white, but you can see
I've felt so alone, for eternity
I wanted just to hold you
but I found I couldn't pursue

I took a chance and asked you
about coffee and walks and the zoo
and when you told me that you would
I thought I finally understood

That I don't need those bottles or pills
they were supposed to protect me from ill
but I needed your touch and kiss
to know it gets better than this

Is there really such a thing
As a worst type of heartache?
As if one broken heart couldnt compare?

I can't say I know the feeling
For when you cage your heart
And refuse to give it away
I don't believe it can break

You
Loud, Happy
Walking, Talking, Laughing
Talking to your friends, Waiting for no one
Reading, Thinking, Smiling
Quiet, Content,
Me.

What if the rain
is tears of the forgotten
and some dance with joy
and others curse at the wind

What if that red wheel barrow
next to the white chickens
wasn't a wheel barrow at all*

what if the days we spent
were days wasted on words we never meant