My mind goes blank,
Blank like the white piece of paper you write on,
On it, it says these words,
Words that tell a story of a boy and a girl,
A girl who's so confused she doesn't want to lose,
Lose out, miss out, she just wants to get to get out,
Out onto the field of the unimaginable.
Unimaginable things can happen when you put your mind to it,
It can lead you to brand new possibilities and brand new places.
Places you never thought you could go or would go,
Go where everyone knows you and you know everyone,
Everyones eyes will be watching you,
Watching you trip, fall and get back up again,
Up again because you want to be stronger, you want to be better,
Better then the best because frankly, you're just not like the rest.
The rest who play their games of shame,
Shame on them for telling her that she was nothing,
That she was nothing.
Nothing will ever change the way I feel about them, the way I feel about you.
You think I didn't notice you in the background, standing still like a statue,
But even statues have more purpose than you.

Waiting like a fool.
Making a wish on a star.
Wishing for what was.

It's nights like these,
Where I wish you were here to hear my thoughts,
     Instead
                   Of
                        These
                                   Blank
                                              Pages.

All the people I pass by,
Cities unto themselves,
Holding citizens within secrets.
If theses streets could talk
They would speak volumes
About the lives within.
If only I could explore
Every back alley
And examine every
Sidewalk crack.

These strangers don't know
How important they are to me.
I only hope that I am as important
To their existence
As they are to mine.

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

Music playing in my head
and in my fingers,
through the light in my eyes
music in my elbows and knees and toes
music in my every glance, every thought
poetic expression
gently demanding respectful acknowledgement
My long hair, every hair
in silent awe of the music
my music
living, not with the shadow, but in the shadow
and around it and everywhere I am
Inside of me and my shadow
my darkest corner, it fears nothing
neither rejection nor criticism
music in my pulse
every drop of my blood, every movement
and When I Sleep...

And when I sleep it carries me away
it haunts me and protects me
fueling my every dream
my every word
my truest self

Music is my lover
passionate and comforting
It is my demon
torturous and consuming
And I worship it as it worships me
I need it as it needs me
the songs of my soul
the melody of my nightmare
horror, lovely horror
terrorizing my being
lifeless, empty I cannot be
for I am never alone.
The music shall be my love, my love
and the music shall be my love

You pulled it apart
I patched it together
squares of hopeful triumph
though Nobody claps.
I sew and sew
threads of hope and hate
Nobody watches.
sewing for days
the stars have turned away,
pins have held together
sanity of expression
In repetition I sew
Nobody has hope.
Attractive gardens full of watch
Verticle beasts sound alarms
I sew
and Nobody listens.
It has been years
tumble and roar,
you are no more
Nobody cries.
You are Nobody.