If I could just Mustard up
the energy
Then I might Ketchup
with what's expected of me

I'm Hot and Dog tired
with what life throws my way
There's a Chip on my shoulder
still to this day

In this group of Ants
running this way and that
Finding only the Crumbs
are all that is left

Drink it all in
always wanting for more
Life is no picnic
or so I am told

miss what it wasn't,
[little dreamer]

forget how it happened,
[little liar]

focus on the Forward,
[little prophet]

but don't discount the After.
[little lover]

It's 11:17 AM, and my mind is thinking all the wrong things.
My thoughts are doing somersaults,
And I've got no one to blame but myself

You took my breath away
Countless sleepless nights of thinking coupled with realism
I begin to breathe again

The air tastes bitter tonight

I tie the perfect noose
Pull tight on the cord
Kick the chair from underneath me
As my feet both touch the floor

I take the electric toaster
Set it on the edge of the tub
Knock it into the water
But forget to plug in the plug

Laid myself down on the train tracks
Waiting for the 9:05
Little did I know my watch had stopped
Right at a quarter till 9:00

I step out into traffic
Sure this is my last deed in life
Not knowing it was a crosswalk
And I was at a red light

I found the tallest building
On my city block
Made my way to the top floor
Where none of the windows unlocked

Never had such a hard time in life
Trying to do myself in
Apparently I need a new tactic
Apparently I need a new plan

Think I'll just go to bed
Catch me some much needed winks
Maybe when I wake up
I'll have died in my sleep

Fighting was beautiful while it lasted.
Appreciation stems from things contrasted.

Her favorite color was Purple.
I know this, because I studied the corners of her eyes.
With bright colored bags
and calm painted skin
it was the most beautiful
thing about her.

In fact her name was
Purple.
Excluding the flawless of me,
reaching toward the stars
showing shine
without jealousy!
We even laughed together
as I so eloquently shoved
the idea of her presence
in the grocery store
aside.
I look back toward her eyes
they are broken and proud.
In motion,
I envied such passion
such simplicity without regret
I scold my illusion...

Seeing life without dark
and holding hands with her tragedy
I look
once more
into
human
eyes
and realize,

that I
now am the ugly one.

a slight tingle beneath the skin
let's little out and little in
as memories flood of where you've been

they will forever whisper alice

when what you knew you thought you knew
is no longer holding true
as mountain winds are passing through

on the breeze they whisper alice

a ****** of crows are left behind
on this the darkest of lives
they fillet the soul but leave the mind

as the beat of their wings whisper alice