My mirror doesn't
work. When looking at it, all
I can see is you.

Your eyes were swollen.
And my heart was breaking at
the thought of your tears.

Were you me? Was I
dreaming? Some questions aren't
easily answered.

So I drew you a
pretty picture. Hope you'll love
it. Like I love you.

I will write to you
Every single day
Until someone breaks my fingers
Making me useless

If that happens
I will sing to you
Every single day
Until someone stuffs cotton in my mouth
Making me mute

But even then
I will look after you
Every single day
Until someone blackens my eyes
Making me blind

Even then
I will love you
Every single day
Until someone shoots me
Making me lifeless

What is art?
Is it the shadows painted from the trees above?
Is it the way someone captures a photograph of the sun peaking over a building?
Is it a doodle of the neighbor's cat that your five year old cousin scribbled?
Is it the way words are placed together in a letter to an old friend?
Is it two lovers holding hands?
Is it the way he smiles when you say hello?
Is it the copper being stained green in the rain?
Is it the way she dances across the ballroom floor?
Is it the birthday cake your mother decorated for you?
Is it the freshly made snow angel outside your window?
Or is it simply...
Anything that grasps beauty?

You thrive
For your moment of
Artificial power
While I long
For your moment of
Artificial silence

Running out of words
Of ways
To express
To show
Just how much I love you
It's peculiar
To think
That when we met
I never
In a million years
Imagined you falling in love
With someone like me
It's funny
To realize
We've been together so long
And yet when
You kiss me
I still get butterflies
Still not sure
How you can be certain
So if I may
I'll just say
Darling,
I love you

I want you to hold me
The way the crescent
Holds the dark of the moon at night
I want the stars in my hands
To keep me warm
When you aren't around
The sun is a mere reminder
Of every day spent without you
Won't you come back inside?
It's going to rain, you'll catch a cold

Caution tape and stop signs
Can't slow us down now
The dog laps up your cold sweat
On a Saturday morning
That rainy Saturday morning
When you forgot to call
I've stayed in this room for so long
Probably because the couch is more comforting
Than your bed
The thunder is making the windows rattle
And my feet have gone numb
The coffee is lukewarm in it's ***
Yet nobody is home
And the clock's ticking is driving me mad
Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tock.
Jump back to another day
Another time
Another place
And we'd all be singing
But instead we wait
And wait
For something different to happen
Something magnificent
But you and I both know
I'ts too late
We're in a puddle
And I can't find the umbrella
Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tock.

Peter got rather offended
That Paul had not yet ended
That little thing he had with Mary
...

If you let me go
I'll float away
Like a balloon
I refuse to be
A rock
That will just sit there
Where you left me
And hope you'll
Change your mind
And pick me back up again
To dust me off
And place me on
Your shelf
So you decide
What is to come
Before I pop

One morning I woke
And you weren't there
The front door was locked
And the windows were shut
Astounded, I roamed into the kitchen
Into the bathroom
Into the closet...
Nothing
I walked outside
Your bicycle wasn't there
Where had you gone?
I drove around town
And then out of town
And then out of state...
Nothing
Went back home, in case
You had changed your mind...
You didn't
I grabbed my telescope
And searched the moon
And the stars...
Nothing
You were nowhere to be found
And I think
You wanted it that way...

What would you do if
an elephant sat on you?
Honestly, I'd laugh!

Writing: the only
way we get anywhre in
this strange, stupid world

Stealing rings along
with other pretty things, will
this cause bad karma?

Solitude is great,
but only in small doses.
Friendship is better.

Jealousy is a
dangerous emotion, it
can drive one crazy

What is considered
cheating? Holding hands? A crush?
Who can really say?

If I cry, hold me
if I'm mad, hold me, if you
love me, just hold me

Not sure what to say
not sure how I feel, just hope
you're being honest...

Crying is for the
weak. I cry a lot. Too much.
Must be pretty weak...

What if when you die
there is no heaven? No hell?
Then what will you do?

Indecisive people
really need to wander off
into nothing land

Beautiful little
butterflies flutter by me
in the morning sun

Too bad they couldn't
make someone like you in high
definition... Ha!

Let me just tell you,
It's been a very long day.
I could use a drink.

Frosty the snowman
Wanted me to let you know
You're not a snowflake

I don't like things said
So instead I'll write to you
Silly, fragile words

Listen, little girl...
Aren't you a bit young to
be playing with us?

It's about time we
leave this place, darling, for my
ears are getting cold

Life without you would
just be silly, I'm in love
with you, don't you see?

How much wood could a
wood chuck chuck if it could? How
the **** should I know?!

Filled to the brim
with ideas, just nowhere
to really put them

Why is it humans
feel so many emotions?
Does a squirrel care?

Food is delicious
that's an understatement. Too
bad it makes you fat...

The smell of fresh rain
And burning firewood
Is almost as nice
As the smell of your skin
The feel of the sun on my face
And feet
Is almost as nice
As the feel of your fingertips
The taste of bubblegum
And chocolate
Is almost as nice
As the taste of your tongue
The view of the moon glowing at night
And the stars' little twinkles
Is almost as nice
As your beautiful eyes watching me
The sound of birds singing
And music softly playing
Is almost as nice
As the sound of your angelic voice
Hello
Has anyone told you how great you are lately?

Remember those nights
When we would eat gummy bears in the dark
And guess their flavors?
Of course, we never knew if we were right or not
But the silly little things like that
Are the things I am most fond of
Or that one time
I slipped on soda in the McDonald's bathroom
And we laughed for what seemed like hours
Or the day we went down to the creek
And the neighbor's dog barked at us the whole time
And of course I wouldn't forget the time we went skateboarding
In our bikinis
Nights gossiping on the phone over a boy who probably will never remember us
Laughing over stupid things that nobody else would find funny
Those were the days
I wish we never had to grow up as quickly as it feels we did

Stories are just another way of lying to children.
I could say I've lived in another country for the past three years.
Which one?
Irrelevant.
But they could speak english, and that's all that matters.
I once wrote a letter to the president.
He took a quote from me and put it in his speech, taking full credit!
But of course I let him for the good of our country.
Did you know, stories don't have to have beginnings or endings?
I became a professional wrestler.
How?
Irrelevant.
All that matters is that you keep the audience entertained.
Nothing. Else. Matters.
And one more thing.
Those Croc shoes..
What the **** were they thinking?

I'm not too up to date
On the social scene these days
Kids walkin' around wearin'
Pants that don't fit right
Either too tight or down to their *****
And they smoke a joint any chance they get
Talkin' bout how alcohol should be for kids 16 and up
Talkin' bout how thier friends are losin' their virginity
At the age I started puberty
Sayin' drugs aren't that bad
That the police are the bad people, tryin' to ruin their fun
Sayin' their friends make good parents
At the age I started puberty
And that they quit their job at that fast food place
'Cause the boss couldn't stand their tattoos anymore
But really, none of this has anythin' to do with television
Or bad parenting
Or bad influences
Or lack of an education
Really
This is how it's supposed to be
This is normal, everything is okay here
It's a generational thing
Really

Please stop calling
Please stop texting
You're filling up my inbox
I have no interest in responding to your
"Hello"
or
"I miss you"
And what do I say to the
"I love you"?
It's embarrassing, really

Oh, I'm sorry
I thought the headphones in my ears
And the book in my hands
Made it pretty clear
I have no interest in speaking with you
Let alone acknowledging you
Oh, I'm sorry
I thought when you said the words
I love you
It meant you actually wanted to be with me
That you actually cared
How silly of me
Oh, I'm sorry
I thought you were such a nice guy
Who would be by my side
Who would be proud of me
Even as we grew old and forgetful
I guess that's too much to ask anymore
Oh, I'm sorry
For ever thinking when you said you would be right back
That you might actually come back
Perhaps with some roses
And an apology you practiced in your head fifteen times
I really do need to get with the program, don't I?