Waves wade
Washing our woes
You promised purposely
Pin pointed fingers
Nail in. Prise pride,
Apply pressure,

The weather of your storm
In the eye of your scorn
Forlorn dawn, dawned upon us
Swarmed by your tidal waves
Whipping us around the place
Sea bound, drowning in your gaze

Breathless beneath the taste
Of salted water ways...

Then the slaughter sways
Lonely daughter displayed

Doing my best, not to drown
In all the ways I was kept down
The theft of life, by your hands
A deathly price, a deadly stance
In this reverie, remember me
Because I'm bound, to forget everything
Switch off the depth of me...
Sick in this sea, lungs watered like a plant
Drink it in, let the ocean, have its demands
Sink in quicksand, while hauntings press
Into your soul and taunt the adept...
Inherited death by your hands
Destined to breathe out of breath.

It hurts,
it hurts so,
so much
knowing
that I'm
not the kind of girl
people right songs about
or think about,
care about
or fall for..
Cause I'm too noisy
but also too quiet.
cause I'm not gentle
and not that kind
and I'm not gorgeous
or amazingly talented
and smart.

Will I ever find love..?

One was cleaning herself and catching dinner
Her partner swimming around
So elegant and lively
Exquisite and lovely
Rodgers and Astaire on water
Some can be nasty and mean
Yet at sunset
A truly stunning couple
Swimming towards each other
We wished them a lovely evening

It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break

Everyone is looking for happiness
Sometimes it’s hard to find
Keep trying to be kind
You will shine

snow falls like a million past lives
cold incessant
the yellow fire hydrant
wonders "what am I doing here?
it decides to leave
the snow bound streets
march off to the smelter
"What am I doing here?
"What good am I?
Here in the midst of winter,
What is my purpose?
"To fight fires."
an answer
from the infinite past.
"Don't run away don't give up
Some day, some how,
somewhere
you will be needed,
just not right now."