you make me feel short,
no one else does

This roof over our heads can't make us a family.

I'm tired,
and she's beautiful.

when i say i love you,
please belive it's true.
when i say forever,
i mean i'll never leave.
when i say good bye,
please don't cry
cause the day,
i do is the day i die.

Part of me is half awake in this world
Eyes wandering the classrooms and halls
My mind is hardly active in this world
And then, part of me roams my memory
Half of me is off trekking smoky mountains
I'm riding a ski lift up Mt Werner, snow.
It's autumn here in the Smokies, crisp
The leaves are vibrant reds and yellows
And a mountain stream trickles by
My feet go numb in the icy stream,
Here is where I pop off my skis to listen
To the sweet sound of alpine fir trees
Here is feeding the squirrels in Yosemite
And hiking to a water fall, testing my faith
Cramming snow into my mouth,
Followed by hot chocolate at a cabin
Here is Appalachian Summers and picnics
And Rocky Mountain Winters and snow
Or slipping under the turquoise blanket
And exploring underwater caves in Hawaii
Memories are so dear, and always reappear
When everything around me is monotonous
I let myself rediscover what was once mine
And I don't even have to close my eyes
To be part of this beautiful world

Mother,
Tell me why people
Hurt each other
Why father tears you apart
Yet you smile in pain

Mother,
Remember the time
When a homeless man
Was a filth
In a woman's eyes?
A curse even in his helplessness?

Mother,
Why do the kids in school
Despise a color?
Is black all that bad?
I happen to like that boy,
why can't they?

Mother,
Why did cousin die
Just because
She wore the wrong clothes
Acted funny
When she was having fun by herself?

Mother,
Why do people hurt each other?
Make me understand
Please,please
My chest feels weird
When I see tears and black and blue
And scars, too
I hate seeing people sad
Don't you hate it too?

Rotting flesh
Walking death
And for every soul I’ve saved
I save myself
Every heart beat
That doesn’t break
Shines a light
To a better place

And the grey
Becomes warm
While the rot
Begins to reform
And light pierces the storm

Till, I am no longer
A zombie superhero
And I find my way back
To my humane form

One bed
Two lovers

One pillow
Two heads
Two minds
One thought

One blanket
Two pair of legs
Two bodies
One heart

Two tongues
One kiss

They say "home is where the heart is"
Does that make me heartless...