The world is missing, nah loosing, it's main supplier
Young kids scheming on ways just to get higher
Forgetting that what we need to be doing is making fire
Burning out what y'all old folks have laid, crucifier
Young kids killing off themselves, donning Columbian neckties
Cause no one told them that eventually they will get by
Watching out for our youth, it ain't in the old folks heart to try
Given up on us, not even worth it for us to cry
Over spilled milk, because honestly we did it to ourselves
We're buying all the crap the industry likes to sell
Like if we don't think a certain way we're all surely going to hell
Young kids taking all of this in like a chorus of angry bells
When the choir started to sing and we all felt uplifted
Old preachers telling us that all His children are gifted
Yet when I turn on a TV it seems that mindset has shifted
No one tells us about other religions without getting frigid
Young kids thinking they're crazy because our mindscrap are different
If I didn't know better I'd say you adults were all in ya feelings
It's just layers upon layers of ignorance, but I'll keep on peeling
Until this world opens it's eyes onto this new millineum
Young kids holding their tongues, we need to stop fearing
We need to start growing and shearing
Away these layers of skin that don't mean a thing, become domineering
We don't need their permission to take charge, start clearing
Cause it takes a village to raise one child, major solution
A child I'd like to call revolution

The reinvention of woman
will be the test of man
To see if he will follow
as steadily as he can
For if the world
becomes unbalanced by the two
There might be much conflict
between me and you
The test of man is not simple at start
it searches deep and turns on reality...
Their morals are shown and intentions burned brightly
they're soul-***** in all actuality
But the goal of we women is not destroy
nor embarrass the league of men...
It's simply to encourage and shelter and feed
through love, as best as we can

Breath
It pulls out of me and I'm left
Needing
Sometimes I forget
It is my own choice
To pull in new air
And breathe again

Anger
Like an infection
It festers and burns in my chest
And lo, I don't realize from time to time
It is my own thoughts
That **** my joy
I need to relax once more

Fear
It fills me and
Squashes my pride
And confidence
Many a days I overlook
The possibility that
There's absolutely nothing to fear

Paranoia
It tells me to be watchful
And I feel all eyes on me
Nerves on end and tingling
My nights get restless
Though sleep is all
I really need

Lies
I hear them constantly
And like an animal
I am trained into believing
Obediently figuring
That everything I hear
Must only be the truth

If ever in your entire life
You've felt a little sour
Eat teaspoon of sugar and smile a little
Keep thinking the world will get better
When days are dark
When you open your eyes
After attempts to sleep away pain
Lift your head a little higher
Surround yourself with the sunshine of life
It's possible that the bad days run long
And the best nights of our lives
Seem to be as thin and wafting as breath
But if you continue to be
Living, breathing, walking, running
Then it's okay and worth it
There are many things to live for
Like the feel of sand beneath your toes
Or solid rock under your hands
As you climb adventurous mountains
Or the sound of a baby's laughter and cry
And the rushing waves of the ocean
The taste of exotic foods
And the view of oriental fashions
It's all worth living for
Worth being for
So swallow your pride, along with your fear
And conquer your days
Listen close as the world cheers

I am contempt with the fact, that I will always sip my coffee
before it cools and burn my lips
Because I know when I do, you will kiss away the pain
And I am realizing now as the stream curls around my face
that we were no more ready for commitment
than we were love
So I'll take my sips of piping coffee and await your tender lips
knowing it will never go further than that
And I will accept it.

There are levels to this madness, it doesn't start from nothing
The sadness is bone deep and my molecules contain the disappointment that makes up every inch of my skin
I wonder all the time where exactly I'll find peace...
Will it be me alone in a dark room, listening to music?
Will it be in some foreign land with spicy foods and colorful culture with beautiful people around?
Or will I find peace in a person?
I hope to all hell I don't
I don't want to have to curl up in someone's arms to feel safe in my skin
I want to be free.

If you listen closely you'll hear that my mournings are fake
and the actual problem I have isn't within me
You'll notice I have amazing brain functions and there is no lack of oxygen, so the mistakes I make are natural
There's nothing worse than realizing your ***** ups were supposed to happen
Where does happiness come in all this?

Changed my number in the morning
Broke my records on the floor
Laced my fingers through his hands
Pulled the latch and locked the door

Fell in love with a name, not a number
Asked where he lived, he answered "On the shore"
Left my inhibitions back in the tundra
All night long he kept me begging for more

Sent me roses laced with arsenic
Gave him pinches full of pain
Slept beside him barely breathing
It seemed I was stuck in this silly game

Took my freedom but showed me love
Held my hands to keep me tame
I wasn't lonely, not with him
Life would never be the same

Did you really think
You could form diamonds out of his words
I realize that yes, they cut
But there are no fractals disguising his hate
Burned lips from letting cigarettes
Go for too long
You've come to hate those lips and
What mysteries come from this feeling
Why you love him, only God knows
Maybe there's perfection only you can see
Maybe it's the lack of perfection
Maybe it's the way his eyes will go
Slant and opaque when you tell him stories
The gritty sound of his voice and laughter
Smokers are disgusting but
You'd smoke a thousand cigarettes with him
Why do we love the ones
Who are most dangerous for us?

Do you believe in the lyrics you listen to?
Does the melody speak your language?
You're a good girl making bad choices
And don't know who to fall in love with
So why fall in love with anyone?
He's a better boy
Falling for the sweetest girls like you
And he tries so hard to impress
But he was never enough for you
Does the rhythm match your heartbeat?
Do the voices stroke your soul?
It's impossible for you to find love
If you're only looking for a moment
That takes away your breath
He finds it difficult to trust them now
It's all because of you
He questions motives and their smiles
He reasons their happiness can't be because of him

It doesn't matter to me
If your fingertips sweat
As they glide over ivory piano keys
Be the music lovely
And if you look me in the eyes
And if your hazel gaze never falters
Then I'll know, and we'll never need to worry
I never knew a boy
With a heart as wide as your mind is full
You are the epitome of worldliness
Anything you know to be true is useful
I imagine your thoughts to be magical
Dreams, yours are universal
I'd love to hear you play
To watch the pads of your fingers
Tap all over the board
Like they may do my body
Apparently I have dreams too...
Dreams of me waking up with you beside me
In a tent, cuddled close, fire burning
Watching your lazy attentiveness as you drive
Top down, wind in our faces
If only I had hair to flap in it
It makes me nervous how different we are
And sometimes I think the thoughts I have about you
Are just that, thoughts
But then you talk to me
Guys never just talk to me...
Unless they want to be friends
God, I'd love to be your friend
But I suppose I want  more than that too
I want you to play piano for me
I need to know if you can fill the hole
That runs through my heart
Steals all my happiness
I want to know if you can make me smile
Without even saying a word
These are more my thoughts than a poem
But it needed to be said
Because I think I could love you
Love...
It's a **** powerful word, huh?

We were careless in the summer
If there was a day to be remembered we quickly forgot
Sun filled days of bliss were too engaging
We trifiled in unimportant matters, we were free
Yet somehow something was missed
And as the autumn days reached us, we let go of bated breath
Just to be reminded of the chill we left behind
We swore we'd never go back to it...
And they say love is not like the weather

this girl is not a gun
she is an old shoelace ripped and ragged
worn and overused but
unwilling to be retired, she is

lazy, but still does what is needed
holds tight and gets from A
to B, and maybe there is a bit of
unravelling on the way but she made it

why is life the only race we
don't get draped in roses and gold at the
end but instead burnt up and locked away
or worse, stuffed in a box that will not rot with us

and if the tales about souls are true
there is reprieve in that belief,

but this girl got so much cotton stuffed under her skin
the impact of falling from grace never scared her much