"You're always moving forward.
Just sometimes, the road gets bumpy as ****."
The road may get bumpy,
but I'm ever so clumsy.
Give me a spotter
otherwise I may break
something along the way.
I'm not saying I need to be saved,
I just need someone
to make sure I'm okay.

She's a clumsy little human.
Broken beakers, test tubes,
Plates, glassware, door handles,
The antlers of that showpiece deer,
Her bed, her favourite pencil.

Through seventeen (and a half) years of clumsiness
The universe, it's always whispered to her
"However careful you might try to be
Sometimes things, they'll fall out of your clumsy hands
Never on purpose, no satisfactory reason
Leaving you with melancholy ruins.

Sometimes things, they can be fixed
With a little glue and a lot of patience
So fix them before they're lost and
Be ever more careful thereon.
But sometimes things, they can't be fixed
Not with glue nor with patience
And broken they will forever be
So sweep up the pieces gently and
Cast them away sans regret."

She's a clumsy little human.
Broken beakers, test tubes,
Plates, glassware, door handles,
The antlers of that showpiece deer,
Her bed, her favourite pencil,
Trust, hearts and friendships.

I swear
Sometimes
I am
Just drawing
Or wasting
Away
And I breathe
In and a cool
Quiet air enters
My lungs
It smells like
You and tastes
The way summer
Nights feel
After rain
I am breathing
You in daily
With tea in the morning
And heartache
In the afternoon
Incense like
Lighting my senses
To the smell of
The love you gave
In darkness

When we are
Fumbling
Through the
Clumsy first
Kiss where
Our lips meet
(And my heart
Is swimming
In fire-
Mentioning it)
The act
Of solemn
Silent
Serenity
That zips
And zooms
And soars up
To space
It doesn't end
And we are
Dancing
Back and forth
Giving and taking
And giving again
Lovely limbo
Of the stars

In your car
Summer breeze
Kisses your
Cheek and
So do I.
I am not thinking
Only being
Feeling
Laughing
Playing
Loving
Living
And all of the
Other -ing's
At once
Because I can
Be everything
I am when you
Are with me-
All at once or
Sleeping in silence
Your heart beat
Keeping time
With the stereo
Post-rain dreams
Moonlit night.

I work myself up,
Then I'm in to deep.
I set myself up,
Then I fall so hard.
Oh God I'm so.....

..clumsy..

I often wondered what it was like to be a delicate woman.

To move with grace and be simple yet too complex for anyone to understand.

I often wondered what it would be like to perpetually have your legs crossed and your back straight.

To be so intimidating and yet so alluring at the same time.

I often wondered what it would be like to be that woman from a novel who heads turned for.

To be so breathtaking that even the blind would write poetry about her.

I often wondered if I was ever capable of being such a woman.

To be graceful and not stumble,to be breathtaking and alluring.

Sadly I am not her.

I am not the sophisticated underdog,
I trip and fall through door frames
Always unannounced.

I am the wavering circle,
I give myself away too early in the game
Always a red herring.