Sorry if I'm rude or unpleasant
I just can't breath
These whirling winds of conflict
Don't sit well on my shoulders
I don't do well under pressure
Of a blanket and hopeful eyes
Excuse me if I snap
I just have whiplash
Things never sit straight in my mind
I think I've forgotten how to be

I want to throw away these woes
these words of yours and mine.

You give them weight,
they'll weigh us down
like water in my lungs.

Don't drown me with what I don't believe.
I can't believe in it
I'll be pulled down too.

Kick up!
Kick up to the surface!
Toss away the chains,
we're free.

Just you and me,
no weights
no woes
not a single no.

Nods in our direction,
now is the time to go.
And breath with me.

Our words go hand in hand,
eclipses in between our lungs.
The songs go in and 'round to the same tune sung in day and night.
But I won't let us drown.

Sorry I'm not good enough for you
How am I suppose to be good enough for you when I'm not good enough for me?
I can't satisfy society
Can't satisfy anyone, not even myself
~sigh~
I'm not sated,  neither is society and society never will be
No one will ever stop being thirsty or hungry or greedy
No one will ever be sated
I want  be sated but I don't know what I want anymore
Our generation wants everything and even when we get it we'll never be happy with it
We'll never be sated or happy
Cause having everything is nothing
Because we can have everything we thought we wanted and not want it anymore
Cause if I really wanted to be sated
I would have everything I need....not what I wanted

Wild flowers I picked,
Were soon lost, when she arrived—
Wind took them away.

Today was cold and damp,
          but it hasn't rained in weeks.
I attended a funeral today,
          but no one died.
I saw my reflection today,
          but it didn't look like me.
I saw the sky!
          but it wasn't blue.
I fell in love once,
          but it wasn't true.
      
                    I was alive today,
                          but no one knew.

My four leaf clover of a life
Dressed in smiles
And suspended in the warmth
Of open arms and open minds
Unending in their surprises
Wrapped in misleading boxes
But the bows give them away
Gifts that are better left appreciated
In the grace of good company