She had a canvas and a paintbrush, but the canvas was her skin and the paintbrush was a blade.

Will no one run with me through the fields,
And laugh unto the moon.
I've been too long from childhood.
I need to find it soon.

Will no one climb up in the oak,
And hang dangling by their knees.
I've been too long from childhood
Won't someone help me please.

Will no one hide their eyes till ten,
Then run and laugh with glee.
I've been too long from childhood,
Won't someone help me see.

Will no one help me make a kite,
And fly it to the sun.
I've been too long from childhood,
I need to have some fun.

Will no one run with me in the night,
And catch the fireflys.
I've been too long from childhood,
Won't someone tell me why.

You call me an artist but i see it the other way around
I want to be at least apart of your pallet
Picking with a blindfold

When I think of life,
I don't think of my life span,
Or me on this long road on a lonely journey
I imagine life as this whole world,the people,the species
The whole space the earth occupies and beyond,
So big and so wide,the choices and options are endless,
Just like everyone else,I'm no alien here
And I have my own space.
So then I think to myself,who am I not to dream big,
I mean;look at the greatness and opportunities in this place called a planet,
Aren't they all there for everyone to dive at and pursue?
So pardon me if my expectations seem "unrealistically high",
Wouldn't want to change them anyway.
If they hurt me;it'll all turn out as artistic inspiration,
If they work out well,,.well it'll still be inspiration.

How many children have to suffer,
Each and every year?
Being abandoned by their families,
And shedding many years.

They should never feel as though,
They have no place at home.
No place they feel welcome,
That is why many roam.

Roam around the streets,
Abandoned in the cold.
All left to wonder,
Why were they told.

Told to leave this world,
And just go wall away.
But this is something,
That we should never say.

Everyone deserves to be loved,
And to have a place to be.
To be cared for all the time,
Even overseas.

Does anyone truly know,
The meaning behind the thread?
It represents fourteen women,
Who as of December 6 lay dead.

We should all take time to remember,
All the lives that were lost.
To appreciate the lives they lived,
Because their lives were cost.

Violence against women is wrong,
As everyone should see.
We are all equal in all ways,
Which is how things need to be.

Hometown cutie
You've got the best of my attention
Send all those haters to detention
You've got my retention
So i'm going to pay attention
To your needs, wants and desires
If only you listen.