i was fighting
im tired of hiding
my love for smoke
im quickly smiling
really trying
to be myself
ah
im quietly screaming
loudly dreaming
i wish i would have spoke.
my mouth closed
my mind open.
am i supposed to feel alone?
cant i walk away,
even as i choke?

Cinders
Sisters
Masters
Slippers

Oh Dear Cinderella
Mice
Nice
Quite

Oh My Cinderella
Mother
Oh bother

Nice Cinderella
Sobs
Mops
Drops

Why Cry Cinderella
                                      Now....
Fairy Godmother
Look there's a horse then another

Be Back Before Time Is Gone Cinderella,
Prance
Dance

Runaway Cinderella
Slipper?
Missed Her?

Oh Charming What Have You Done Mister
Does it fit her
No, sir
That one?
It's her.

There's Cinderella
So,
No More Tears
It's your wedding day
Everyone cheers
Bye My Princess Cinderella

I apologize for the click clackin of my shoes echoing in the hall

I don't know how to walk lightly in heels.

I apologize that I trip and cause a domino fall

I cannot walk in heels.

and no matter how hard I try,
there's a blister on my toe,
you ask me how I walk in heels
and I tell you I don't know.

I’m realizing there’s more and more I do not know.
Like how tall each mountain stands or which way rivers flow.
I think that maybe I’m clueless perhaps
clueless about the love that we have.

we meet tomorrow,
among kisses and bittersweet espresso.

how can i be myself
if all i want is a different canvas
to paint on for once?

the voice in my head
is rude to me.
how can i get the tears to stop
from going all the way down my face?

this song says to
count to fifty
but how can i get there if i can't
get to 40?

What am I to do when something makes you yell
     making you seem mad?
How am I to feel when you say "it's ok"
     making your mood hard to tell?
Should I be sorry for something I may not have done?
     *this everyday confusion keeps going on  and on...

when someone saves their last penny for you
because I love roses, yes I really do.

What will I ever do with a dozen?

(That’s 12)

No, I don’t blush, and I’ll try not to smile,
that allows people to see me, to fool me about being worth while.

But I’ll let you keep on, because loving you is what I want to do,

but if I die please note:
it was crimson poison and rose petals that I got from you.

Well im not feeling very poetic tonight, but won't you still sit for a while?
The first part of this story is the awful crushing
when she wants him but he wants another
bestfriend
is what she's told, but nothing more
The second part is the crash
Boy this ones a hoot
she still loves him, but now a little more
and he notices her less and follows the other right out the door
The burn, the third part
this is when we recover from suffers
and burn out the memories and pictures
of ones interested in others

It’s all over again.
Disaster, history,
repeating itself.

It will
crush me.

(more than a year ago)

salty tears mixing with a river of crimson red
stinging, burning, lurching, hurting

slice through the silence of an almost suicide

(a year ago)
sober from the sickening addiction(?) that had overcome me
r e l a p s e


(current day)
a long story and too long under bright light
but it's over now
i have overcome the cut

let me throw myself into this pile of thorns,
the ones among the relationships I couldn’t keep, but wanted to.

let me lay upon these knives,
recently sharpened to carve “not enough” in various phrases on my skin.

let me dive into this sea of broken glass,
the shards of mirror that reflect what will never be mine.



and all of this I seem to do willingly,
every. single. time.

your eyes are so comforting and warm
that comes with a price
your smile is bright like the sun
that is also costly
you're in a realationship
ugh the most expensive of them all.
we could dance among the flowers dear
but everything comes with a price, so we dance among the thorns.

blows away in breeze
such ease to be a small
dandelion right?

you tell me to let it loose
this demon gnawing at my heart
but when it rages and tugs at my strings
it comes out in the form of silent screams

the static and quietness are deafening
and the rain has no sound
because my tears are silent
forever shushed, hitting the ground

it became heavy and cold.
shaking, shaking.
shattering, breaking.
a blanket of what seemed snow,
but were ashes.
the snow melted in her lungs
and the water it created drowned her, slowly.

Deprived of much needed slumber
a warm, safe place
the blankets, I'm under.

Drowning in comfort, a nice sort of thing
drifting slowly away
until the alarm of life rings.

i want to take a trip
a blue neighborhood
this is your heart.
i want to walk
a white beach
this is your brain
and its beautiful thoughts.

After being explored
by a savage
and ***** of the land and freedom that was hers
rightfully she broke
into millions of used pieces.
And when everything that was left of her was taken,
she began to go into hiding
with camouflage *******, hoping and praying
that maybe it'd be enough.

today, we went on the donut trail in Butler, Ohio.

I ate too many.

shut eyelids
do you have any idea
what you did?
look into my soul
through my blood shot eyes.
but please knock before entering.

You
Me
No more people
Not even three
Just you and me
Walking along the sea
Talking about things of days
Walking in a salty haze
You look at me and then
I wake up
Sad and alone again

cookies
little treats that we chose to make.
All over my oven,
left too long to bake.
Burnt cookies
and they stick in my nose,
filling the house
as you hold me close.
We head to bed,
with the sticky smell of burnt.

and we fall asleep
   all the same.

a poet is a special human being
we share our stories through our pens
our tears, our joy, our fun
we enjoy telling of our dreams
and even wandering through some.

Although some experiences may leave us pretty  weak
we continue on with our strong words
and we carry one another through the
decent storm of letters that's oh so very bleak.

right now I have mixed emotions.
Allow me, I'll tell you why.
I have the most homework,
because absent was I.
But I also have him
what a wonderful thing
seeing his smile,
a bright sort of thing.

(but his blue eyes,
they make my heart sing)

And the worst little bit,
a sadness no doubt,
is that I am an ugly,
so with him I'm without.

I have only one wisdom tooth in my head
it grew in perfectly so I could keep it.

I guess God understood I needed the extra wisdom.

I love it when you whisper because it means that what ever you say, is just for me.

Today's a day that is a day but isn't the day you see
Today is a day that isn't the day
a day that isn't for me