I look around and am left hanging like a washed up college house,
In my present fix
There is no forward bound.
I want to write...
I want to fight...
Burn fresh fire in a darkened hearth,
Dream and inspire the laughs of tomorrow,
Old Hermes carried me well.

Does choice hang heavy in thought?
Will the heavens take back a star?

And when will courage meet destiny
In life?

Idiology takes my hand and cries
Much to vain with a scarlet smile.

Break a false name
And attach to missery in swing.

Take back the moon
I am zero gravity.

I am so.gritty.now. goodbye this fear of the world,
Gravity hurts in a whispered word.
Take back choice and laugh on through.
Art darts and target hearts
Can sing the blues,
But not like
The gift
Now
Tuned.


Taking lessons in the outer rim
Grounded to the earth
And then,
With a flip I change the pen,
To stir the thought that
Dwell within.

With form drawn to
Bend and twist,
As the fire
A poet's sin.

Dying with random misfortune.
And missery.
Charmed the last time.

You seem a bit sad but mostly mad
, So I know it was always so.
Though I should say the disease is strong
And attracts the sickest to your soul.

But you like the weak minded girl.

I think it in the heart That you keep a shard

Just to hurt and bleed

So you can pretend to Breath...

But what is life without a heartbeat?
What is health when You are diseased?

Perhaps you don't care and maybe you did But no longer believe, A word I have to say.

Try living a different way...

Stretched the morning sigh from my tired evening, slow and easy it goes
As I step around the corner life blows
And tangles my hair.
With simple strides in dangers shoes
With honest eyes reflecting few
Smiles.
It broke the sound.
It seems a shadow sticks where light bent through.

The house sleeps while I tip with toes
Around the boys
Who stink of smoke and dream,
About the girl who
As a mouse was quiet without a peep.

And all the words left unsaid
Were echoed in that
Drifter's head.

I threw your heart out to sea
Just to see if it would drown.
I carried the weight and pole,
Fishing for that blue soul.

This is the house of mystery
And your the guessing game.

Just as you caught the world
Old Atlas strung and stronge.
Ignited a blooming flower
With love and merry song.

But today I'm traveling on,
Traveling on.

I'm twisted up in a knot and I can't let go
Of this ****** up music in my soul
What can one girl do against the whole
Of society?

That's what they want you to think
With a head shrink and an empty pill bottle
Oh how this world burns
My sensitive heart.

When will it stop
Start again.