damp air
from rain before
long hair
in the breezy shore
looking out
the ocean near
looking back
shedding tears
moving on
something new
walking on
getting through

highway run
ticker top
stay here now
bottom drop
no way out
caving in
boredom gloss
doused with sin
green light red light
harlequin
loading dock
broken fin
filling up
lifted chin
picking up
halfway runaway
all the things
with no better way
toss the clock
counting down
something sweet
like a sound
use it up
what's to lend
for better use
in the end

You are my prison;
there is no escape.
When I once tried,
I was only put back in my cell -
you were my guard;
and for all eternity,
I play your princess.

Chasing each moment,
as a pendulum swings on and on.
Dancing in the flight
of a sensitive mystery.
When the light switches on,
I stand there frozen.
An emotive string flows
through me and throughout.
The laws of unrequitement
damper all the smiles.
The flaws of each entity,
tear my soul thin as ice.
I know what must be done,
but can't bring myself
to let go.

Here I am,
sitting here,
taking this personality test,
and it's as if,
I don't know the answers
to questions
that have no wrong answers;
it's like I don't know
myself
anymore.

This prison holds me tight
and spits on me,
but I will not show weakness
and I will not give in.
For, the battle may be won,
but the war has just begun.

It used to be simple,
but life is not a freebie.
Now I find myself searching,
but people cannot see me.
I'm learning all the facts,
but my memory is whack.
I am right on time,
but I am right off track.
What is time anyway?
You ever thought of that?
I put myself before the clock,
so I'm next up to bat.
I take a swing and I dream
about life as a welcome mat.
If more people opened up,
then everyone would think like that.
Cut my hair for something fresh,
so I don't have to spend the cash.
Working hard to carry on,
remembering just where I'm at.
So much stress in each chapter,
but please don't ever look back.
Life is full of hope and darkness,
nothing is ever exact.

I went to Mars alone,
to sleep in the craters,
only to realize,
I would wake in a sandstorm.

we took flight
on the highest of highs;
some obsession
that was in disguise

When they get too close,
I swim away.
When they get too far,
my heart decays.
The sight of them
excites me, so.
The thought of loss
just gives me woe.
I long for someone
who understands.
Whether it be
a woman or man.
Maybe I'm just
a perfectionist.
Maybe I'm just
an objectivist.
So just like trash,
I throw you out.
Hoping that
new roots will sprout.
Someone please,
show me the way.
These nights are long;
my feelings sway.
Am I so exotic
that no one can impress?
Is love really tangible,
or is it just a mess?
I stand alone,
but strong - I stand.
I stand alone;
come hold my hand.

a white palette
is fine by me
my eyes and lips
are all I need
no painted face
or angel hair
no human race
can make me care
this is me
and I am fine
don't taint my face
just fill my mind

Never had a real best friend,
but I got myself a cat.
Never liked to be alone,
but I'm happy where I'm at.
Never had good taste in clothing,
but I've managed to look good.
Never did very well in school,
but I did the best I could.
Never really put myself down,
but lately I've been lost.
Never put a price on myself,
but I feel I'm paying a cost.
Never been too unrealistic,
but now I'm chasing tides.
Never had much head trouble,
but now I don't know how to thrive.
Never was very decisive,
but I've accepted my mistakes.
Never liked to have regrets,
but I love the lessons I take.
Never traveled far from home,
but I've done my part in the streets.
Never knew just what I wanted,
but I've got everything I need.

Just as the whiskers of a cat barely move from their place,
you will surely do the same;
for we are born as we are.
It is very rare that a whisker may fall off or be cut,
but it can surely happen;
and if it were to happen,
it was meant to be;
just as you are meant to be you,
and I am meant to be me.

She slides down the bed like a serpent on a tree.
She moves like the ocean, and she's coming for me.
Her hair is like silk, and her eyes are divine.
Her lips are so soft, and her **** is my shrine.
She dances so slowly that I have to weep.
She asks to come in, and I'll be hers to keep.
Her toes start to curl as I bite her powder neck.
Her scent keeps me sane, for I am a wreck.

Small and black, or maybe red
Tiny feet and a tiny head
If an ant like this were to walk into sight
I would let it be
**** it, you might
That is not me
That is not right
Because you are bigger, you think you are better
But life is life, and weather is weather
You could be born small some day
And when you are,
I hope they scare you away
Or maybe stomp on your flesh
You'll be small and black, or maybe red
But after they stomp,
You will be dead

A twist in the wind
and it's turned me around
What I once loved
is never to be found
Clueless little girl
that walked on sunshine
Now a wild beast
at the edge of her shrine
Pushed over
the edge of all she knows
She smiles
so it never really shows

I hurt you
to see if you really feel at all.
Turns out
you feel more than I thought.
And now
things have gone askew.
I am torn
and missing you.
All while
you live in your cave.
And I
live in my corner.
Away from
all that is real.

I have been confused, been misused,
Been attacked and fought right back,
Almost gave up, but I kept on trying
My eyes were wet, but I stopped the crying

I have been through rain, walked with the wind,
Been caught up in what was pretend,
Visualized, realized what is here;
The good life, should life is so near

Just step in, and start to see clear
Live how you want, and live with no fear
Walk where you want, and watch what you see
Things that matter to you, may not matter to me

Pick out importance and throw away tease,
Find new ideas hidden up your sleeve,
Because every day, you have to learn something new;
It is those kind of things that will get you through

Hear, See, Feel - That is all you do,
But feeling is the only part that you cannot prove,
It is the only thing that really makes you move
As you walk through your life, it will consume

It will lead you down your path; it will take you home,
Because feeling is feeling something that you will always know
A feeling is something that you can only grow;
Share it all with the world kneeling at your toes

wanna move to San Diego,
con some fools and start some trouble
wanna live by The Sea,
swoon aged men with beer and stubble
wanna learn The Waves,
ride my heart into the yellow sun
wanna move to San Diego,
go from nothing to bein' someone

Until I write the perfect masterpiece; a novel so sweet
No one will know who I truly am; the real me
No one will know my real cause; my theory
Until I write a book; no one knows me

We were doin' things the crazy people do.
So does that make us crazy too?

How do I love the unlovable?
I cannot walk any further for you.
I keep digging and need a new shovel.
I have walked miles just to look at you.
I walked in circles and squares and hexagons.
What more can I do?
Are you even here, or are you gone?
I want to love you,
but you won't let me.
It can't be me, I've thought this through.
For, I have loved many.
Have you ever loved at all?
If not, take away my shovel
and hand me a saw.
I can't take this anymore.
Can't you see me begging?
I've been your lady and your *****.
Is there something I'm forgetting?
I'm starting to think the door is closing,
or maybe it already has.
Now I have to break through a window
and I'm going to get cut by the glass.

I feel like I'm living in a circle,
because I've been here before -
From a bright angel
to a goddess *****.
I am not happy,
but I am not sad..
Indifferent maybe, just a tad.
It's been a while
since I've seen this place.
It feels kind of good,
like my own outer space;
A mystery,
but one I've already solved.
So is this part two?
Or has it yet to dissolve?
It's like the Dark Ages,
but my darkness is home.
When I leave:
merely a temporary roam.
If I cannot bathe in evil
and I cannot eat the gold,
then I must do something
before I unfold.
Twisted as twine
and blank as a slate,
liking it here,
but planning escape.

Brand new journey
of hopes and dreams
Some new tasks
aren't what they seem
I miss my past life
I miss my home
I'm in a place
that's quite unknown
I've been here once
in adolescence
I left it then,
for brand new essence
I lingered there
for quite some time
I learned some things
and made them mine
Now I'm stuck
and nothing's lost
But still I mourn
and pay the cost
My title changed
my morning kills
I wake up torn
and feel so ill
A broken cat
whose senses fade
I look back at
the life I've made
I'm still positive
and still so proud
But when I'm alone
I scream out loud
With ages changing
and friends amidst
still some scatter
others twist
Identity crises
the first in a while
It seems it's been years
since I failed to smile
I don't understand
I feel so fine
but just a year ago
I felt divine
I surrender
Indifference consumes
I may not be me
but certainly not you
I have no regrets
I'll do what I do
I just pray to Bastet
that I'll make it through
Through the struggle
I'm like the Cheshire
I smile and then
I disappear
I'm sort of there
but kind of here
I still have zen
and **** my fear
but needed time
for you to hear

Something strange happened when
I saw his knees.
I trembled and bit my lip,
but knowing he must be so cold,
I touched him,
and he disproved my judgement as
his heat transferred to my body,
and I lusted him from then on...

What good is a strong hand if you nev­er touch?
What good is a kind heart if you nev­er love?

Intro:

She sat silently on the hill, resting in the windy weathers. She was waiting for someone. No one had told her he wasn't coming. No one had told her she would wait in that very spot for quite some time before realizing she had to go. She was the hopeful type; a real believer in positive outcomes. She knew everything that went wrong would somehow end up right. She knew that when winter comes, it is a frigid world, but spring always follows. No matter how long the winter season, spring always follows...

Part 1:

So she sat there all winter, rusty and planted still. No one was there with her. Though she could see there were women on other hills, far away in the distance, none were on this one. She often wondered if they could see her too. She began to question her own existence. She began to forget about her past and question the significance of her future. Negative thoughts appeared in the clouds above her. She looked up in the face of the sky, looking for a reflection of herself, but no reflection was found.

Part 2:

After a long period of thinking herself silly, she began to sleep more often. Her mind was asleep when her eyes were closed; she found this  much easier. One day, she woke to the sun blinding her. A small bird dropped out of the sky and landed on her shoulder. The bird sang songs into her ears and circled her for hours. During this time, she began to think deeply. Was he ever going to show up? She had been waiting for him to come around all this time, but he wasn't coming. She had turned to the clouds to see her own face, but it wasn't there. She was still on this hill, but nothing had changed.

Outro:

She got up and began to walk down the hill, with the sun shining above her. It took her days to get to the bottom, but when she finally did, the scenery was amazing. She couldn't believe her eyes. She also couldn't believe she had stayed up there so long, missing out on this beauty. For a moment, she felt fear, being so far away from the sky, from herself, from everything she knew. She looked up quickly. To her relief, she saw her own reflection. She climbed the hill to try and find herself, but she had been down here all along, waiting. It was then that she understood. She was not waiting for him to return. She was waiting for herself to return. And returned she had. Spring had come.

There was not one, but there were many.
There were many, but none were the same.