There are one hundred and twenty six tiles on my ceiling
If you count all the halves.
I know because sleeping is what normal people do in their bedroom
and normal is not my favorite descriptive word.
Why say you're normal when you could be
fabulous,
magnificent,
tenacious,
or incorrigible?
But why would I ask you?
It's obvious you don't know the rules of the game
because why would you say you love me
when you don’t?
Is it because my halves
don’t add up to perfect tiles?
I know I have a few cracks,
some warped edges,
and missing chunks,
But my imperfections tell a story;
I won’t hide behind flat spackle.
Besides,
I always thought my ceiling
could use a few stains.

when i write i feel in control
maybe that's why ink is sprawled around my life
on shopping lists and schedules
on my walls and doors
false words printed on screen that make no sense
I write from the edges of my lips, my tongue, my fingers
I'm not sure who I'm trying to inspire
myself perhaps
my teachers
my friends
when i write i feel in control
i can say anything that i want
without a violent awakening to follow
but if my words only reach the corners of my own mind
what good do they do
they don't tell my mom i love her
they don't tell my father i miss him
they don't tell my friends that i wish i could hug them
they don't tell my teachers I was missing because i was too sad to wake up
all they do it spit my own thoughts back at me as if i hadn't already had them
when I write i feel in control
because cages do not hold people
words do
and Im too claustrophobic to survive in a mind filled with pointless babble

monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating...