I used to think that fish
In little bowls and aquariums
Were pitiful prisoners of men
Deprived of freedom
Defined by frontiers
Hindered by limits

But now I know that fish
Might be happy in their prisons
Able to explore all there is to see
While humans keep on getting lost
In their prison of infinite possibilities

i matter the most
you said so
yourself
and yet
i matter second
when other
things concern
yourself

i understand
i know i'm not
the only thing you
think about
i'm not selfish
enough to
think i'm
your world

i have a place
at the top of your list
as long as other
things that matter
don't pop up
on your list

i have a place
and i stick
to it
i'm limited to
that place
but at least
i have it

turn the swell round both ears
past the field you once left tears

drift the coast round the sloop
hold fast stand the stoop

dream past the sheets
defend the deep

remain the meek
light and sleek

limits left broken
leave past unspoken

live life on the edge
just mind the ledge

Tuesday's got a broken hot rod
It drives too slow, or doesn't go
Tuesday's got a lazy day ahead,
has creativity at best
has no productivity
but many things to arrest
And she's not only a loner
driving on a road,
she just doesn't want an answer
wants to keep her glow
Where is it?
Not where she thinks it is
Not in the trunk
not in the birdcage with the canary
not in the pistol in her kiss
Where is Tuesday going?
Not to Wednesday, that's for sure
Thursday's daydream makes her
unable to settle down anymore
She smiles, the sun is setting
If only Tuesday could learn to fix
that broken hot rod already

You poke and **** deep on the roots of the way I am wired.
You analyze the way I tick and react to every possible emotion.
You do not do it for my safety and sanity
To know me better
It's almost like you do this to know me worse.
To see how bad you can really detest every receptor in my head.
You only see that you do not like what you see.
You do not like the way I understand the world at large
Or you have decided I simply just, don't.
But I do, and I feel I do so
More deeply than you could ever imagine
I understand the box you're stuck in
Your limits of understanding
You think you're complex,
I think you're caged in.
I think you have boundaries, as do your perceptions
I am limitless in that I can no longer deny the cynical or sad, or make it anything other.
I embrace the places my head goes
You just limit yourself to the same glass structures.

The writer makes his rueful confession:
he turned an acquaintance into an obsession,
objectifying and fantasizing...
lying, denying, poorly disguising
the gaping wounds is his head and heart.
This is agony.
Is this Art?

Straight A's
Tall and lovely
Big bright smiles

She is a poster child
Happy as can be

Always polite
Never interrupts
Answers sweet and quiet

She is a poster child
Never in the way

Very mature
Speaks quite eloquently
Sharp as a tack

She is a poster child
Gives it her all

Cries herself to sleep
Works far too hard
Never eats, to keep her figure

She isn't a poster child
But hides it all away

So nervous she can't breathe
Pushed far past her limits
Just wants to escape

She isn't a poster child
But doesn't let it show

She is done with the world
She'll never be perfect
She can't do it anymore

She is a monster child
She let her true colors show