I seem like a river
but really I'm a broken stream.

It's hard to think that what you love
might just be a dream.

See all you have fade away
right before your eyes.

When your heart beats faster
and your spirit dies.

You lie to yourself.
Say everything is fine.

It doesn't work.
Just a meaningless line.

Cold floors
Heavy doors

Sterile shots
Beds and cots

Charts of red
Tears that shed

Doctors with nurses
Stories of curses

No sleep
Sanity to keep

Smiles fade
Lights turn to shade

I want the rings of Saturn in my hair,

the stars to shine bright in my eyes,

the wind to flow in my mind,

and the wolves to howl in my heart

but the night is dark and dangerous.

The world is a box of crayons
all are equal in importance yet we
still say the lighter shades are better?
Some seem to disagree including myself.
The most beautiful pictures are
of oceans, of the night,
where the dark shades are not just
used but embraced. What's even
better is the masterpiece of a rainbow.
Everything coming together to
make a work of art.
This could be our world.
This should be our society.
However we are too focused on the
white paper
to appreciate the amazing array of
colored crayons.

I apologize for the collateral damage
I must have caused from being
a part of your life.

Mirror mirror on the wall
who is the fairest of them all?

Is it the one who starves herself to death
or the one who struggles to catch her breath?

Mirror mirror on the wall
who is the fairest of them all?

Is it she who cares too much
or the one that flinches at a single touch?

Mirror mirror on the wall
who is the fairest of them all?

Is she tall? Is she thin?
Probably, since the judges are men.

Peter and Alice,
Long lost lovers
Of different dimensions.

Peter and Alice,
Children with sad lives
And chosen hope.

Peter and Alice,
Searching for answers
And creative questions.

Peter and Alice,
The perfect couple
Forgotten in time.

Peter and Alice,
A story not told
Of discoveries.  

Peter and Alice,
Neverland or
Wonderland?