a little bird found another
to share its lovely song
here i am with no one
though i've tried for so long
to find the missing piece
to the puzzle that's my heart
but i'm beginning to think
that there's no other part

a little bird found another
to share its woven nest
still my heart beats alone
just a thumping in my chest
there's a pair for a shoe
and a *** for the tea
can someone let me know
is there no one for me?

a little bird found the one
here i am, i have none
in all directions i have looked
but still i can't find
someone that would own me
and that i could call mine
i have sung, no one heard
pray tell me, where's my own little bird?

There has always been one quote that has stuck with me through out my teenage life, it always made me think of us as a species, as people and of what as both individuals and as a species we are capable of,
and we really capable of so much,
Love,
Happiness,
Sadness,
Laughter,
Caring,
Hope,
And so much more, we as humans have the power to change the world,
And yet we don't,
And i Can say this because i don't believe in humans because i have been let down by so many,
I don't see the love or happiness or laughter not the caring or the hope,
I see people human beings walk past children getting beaten and abused,
I watch kids beat other kids for iPhones,
I see adults abuse kids for no reason other than they are drunk,

so many of these moments take my breath away and not for the right reasons, so many times I've lost my breath out of rage and anger over what we as humans have done and of what we have not done.

The quote for me that brings this together is this:

"Life is not measured by how many breaths we take but by how many breaths are taken away"

This counts for both the good and the bad moments in life, before i die i want to see and feel my breath taken away for the right reason.

What takes your breath away, both the good and the bad??

When you look at me,
Are you really looking at me?
Or areyou just looking through me?

She ambled along the pavement,
Searching for an answer,
Desperately looking for a reason to stay.

Tears pooled in her eyes ,
But she didn’t cry.…She never does.
“It makes you weak,” she stammered.
Vulnerable.

She was said to be a boy,
Never liking dresses.
She wanted to go places,
Unlike the rest who wanted a barbie doll as a toy.

She ambled, walked, then ran.
But she never found it.

Well, there goes another one.
Burried deep within the sand.

I search for you in everything I see
everything I have
making you seem almost tangible
present
and when all I find are pieces of hair and the shirt you left in my closet
I'll collapse in a heap on the floor
holding your shirt to my chest
as I sing the words you sang to me that Sunday night
on the ridge
telling me you couldn't love me anymore than you did in that moment

and you repeated those words
everyday
until one day you stopped saying it
stopped murmuring I love you in my ear
stopped speaking to me altogether
kicking me to the curb like I was the garbage on Thursday's
shutting the door in my face as I cry out to you
until the voice leaves my throat and I'm
torn

you are in every single fiber of me
like the blood running in my veins I feel you pressing against me
the warmth of you
invading my body and taking homage
in every single cell
until I become you
absorbing the way you laugh and the way you sound at 5 in the morning

I search for you in all the stars of the sky
finding your face in the constellations
hearing your voice in the crickets chirping wildly
as if singing a forbidden song they can't help but repeat constantly
my mumbled words to you get lost in the chirping
not knowing if somewhere
somehow
you can hear me

I hope you do

I wish You'd love me.
Your attention I desire.
The person you are I admire.
I cannot lose myself
For You.

You're my piece of art.
I am dying inside,
Containing my joyful feeling
Of Your perfection,
You ask me,
'Why are you looking at me like this?'