Flashfade

Step out
A door
And hair sent flying around the back of my head.
Finally, I see clear
For the sharp air chills me but
Moderates my thoughts
And puts them in order.
*Crunch* as I walk
Sharp crunches beneath my feet
Like crackling fire on a lonely night
But sharper.
Autumn is the sharpest season.
Sharp air, sharp sounds, sharp intake of breath, sharp pain.
Pavement
And also quiet
Quiet cutting through space.....
The blade approaches.
No use running, quiet always sneaks up.
Quiet has no speed
Silence isn't subjective, it just happens.,
Lampost, run faster, mailbox, cough, screen door slam, bare feet, no jacket.
Clouds above shrouding the dome of my world and eliminating outside fears
Curl up in the dark, "stay"... breathe.

(G)listen for a second

Gurgling black water
Pours over my head as I
Wonder
Why
This
Happened
Powerless before it, I
Step out of the car and walk into the dollar store
As the neon lights penetrate my soul and bring to the surface those fears which I
Dare not confront in the daylight.
Steps on pavement, growing ever more muffled by the crowds in my head suffering pain and making it mine, too.
Blink
Flash
Ding!
Are you looking for something, miss?

Ribbons

Our whole life we're told
To be nice.
Be kind.
But what if the favor is never returned?
What if one day all the kindness is slurped out of us
Through a straw of injustice, advantage, selfishness?
What if we can't play anymore?
Do we suffer the consuquences?
Or do we suffer them anyway?

Dark Chocolate Raspberry

"Hi"
"Hi"
"Chocalate"
"Why?"
"Because. The maps."
"Oh I know!"
No gaps.
;)

Strike

Music Box dancer please sing me a song
That will stick in my head
Cuz I got trouble with that
I got trouble
Trouble
Trou-ble with that.

Music box dancer please play me a tune
that will put me to sleep be-
cause reasons are keep-
ing me up
up
u-u-u-up.
Up up up up
Keeping me up.

Can you feel your heart ache,
Can you feel it
feel it break?
Can you feel your heart ache,
Can you feel it
feel it break?

Visions of time can you leave for a sec-
ond My heart breaks too easy I'm sad and I reck-
on that things
will be
this way for a while
While
While
Whi-i-i-ile.

Can you feel your heart ache?
Can you feel it
feel it break?
Don't
For-get
Don't
For-get
Don't
For-get
Dont
For-get
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't...
Forget....
About......
Me.....
Please

If only we all got lost at the same time

Got out of my bed
Wrote a letter, I'd send it;
Just kidding this letter
will never be out in the world.

So I threw it away and continued my day as a
glorified student that does what she may
regret; does it matter as long we're patter-
ing pittering feet with a beat-
ing heart that takes part.

As I walk down these halls I'm boxed in by these walls
But I think to myself
One day.......

One day I'll see ships and one day I'll kiss lips but for now
I'll be walking through doors with an exit route
Exactly the same as the one that I entered through
Originality:
scarce
I think as I pair up with friends to discover
the truths already been found wish my hair was unbound
Because then I would sail away....

To gold and treasures
My very frail
Fairy tale
Spun from my head
I got out of my bed

[Insert Title Here]

Now I'm listening to pop
Eating peanut butter off a spoon
Dancing through my kitchen
Eating, listening
Peanut Butter, pop
And it's all due to you
That I don't have to be so strong all the time
Sad things are not the only meaningful things
If we really wanted to, we could make frizzy pigtails the hairdo of tomorrow
Swing, discover, explore, empower, love, laugh
Living is a verb that is past, present, and future.
If anyone asks what is true, tell them maybe Everything.
Write poems on post-it notes and post them everywhere.
What if everyone did that? It would be a beautiful world, full of feeling and understanding. And color and handwriting.
We could do it if we had no fear. :)
Who's with me?

MY Headphone.

Teardrop on the keyboard.
No--
teardropS
Nails are bitten. I never bite my nails.
I have no reason to be sad.
No reason.
None.
But still
I thought-
but now I I I
can't can't breathe
Whenh I thihitihnk
So I make moore shpelling misasdtakes.
October. What. depression. In the weather. And me and you well maybe not you but YOU yes depres. You know I'm not listening to your effing problems righrt nows., I'm writing a
POem!!!!!
Who knew I was a fortune teller?

Swing

Around us the trees
They sway, bend, and break
A million of the populace keep
Making all the same mistakes
A porch, a bench
A pumpkin
A sunset watched,
then unwatched
then missed
then... kissed
Another town...
Dead
Another town...
to bed
and thinking
Are we holding this world or can this world hold its own?
Can this playground be mastered by mere flesh and bone?

Green

Sew up you mouth
Then rip
off the stitches and
Bleed down your lip
Words slip
From your mouth.

Stitches

Gradually
[Like I don't even notice]
I begin
[Without meaning to?]
Forgetting.
Just Letting
Everything
Go.
Which is good!
Or no?
Erased from
Lists of
Problems
But when
its back
Well then
I'll know what I lack
And it will not be good
no, not good
I brood on whether
This weather
will pass
and if
Anything ever will
Last.
or i think
chain links
will they ever meet?
I'm beat.
Which path?
Calm then emotional wrath?
Or constant heart
Ache ?
Constant Partly-Awake?