Uncharted Places

I open up and shout
But no one turns around
And it's weird cuz I thought I was loud
He might not look you in the eye
But count yourself lucky if he's there to admire
Cuz I swear it's like a whisper in my ear
You were gone with a flicker and a flash and a fear
Of falling too hard
And breaking my heart
Beginning to start
And mapping uncharted palces
Uncharted places
The bottom of the ocean and the stars and the sand
Will never be explored until you're holding my hand
Love is a trick and life is a race
Inhibition is confusion and peace is a place
How can
You stand on
Broken shards of glass from your own two hands
How can
You stand on
Broken shards of glass from your own two hands
You don't even know
You pack up the show
Hurt me how you will
I know for a fact that you've been trained to kill.
The bottom of the ocean and the stars and the sand
Will never be explored until you're holding my hand
How can
You stand on
Broken shards of glass from your own two hands
Love is a trick and life is a race
Every hand holds a gun and peace is an uncharted place.

Ricochet

When I remember sitting in my best friends backyard, pretending we were brave sorceresses and carving words onto wood, it's easy to ignore the fact that not many people want to please me.
Few who smile do so because I am near and few who talk do so in the hope I will lend an ear.
I have learned to live with being honest with everyone,
and with tucking a stray hair back as the wind whips it loose.
I don't imagine myself imagining you watching me, anymore, really.
Because we're all just trying to get by here, right?
Every soul has a song, and even if spirits aren't real I have evidence of the music they reflect.
I'm going to tell you something true.
It's not fucking worth it to look over your shoulder, because you're only delaying the force that is going to overtake you sooner or later when your legs gets tired and your breath falls short of where your mind wants to take you.
And frankly, you just look like a fucking idiot.
Let it go and shout in front of people and kick a dandelion, for heaven's sake!
I like who I am, so don't say my name and cover your face and glance around you... haven't you ever stopped to wonder what it would be like to be who and how you wanted?
People can tell.
I can tell.
I can't make someone fall in love with me, and the most satisfying part of that is how they manage it anyway.

Shattering and Shuddering

The blur of a lamp
In the evening afterglow go

Satin and sashes and patterns
The gloves.

Tomorrow
Slip in the fingers and tug, tug, tug
On, on, on

Wool
She wraps

Into the boots go the toes
(Tug on.)

Crunch shoveling thing

The difference between the the scrape and the scrub can be found
in this place.

Shattering and shuddering,
We are,
Most sincerly,
stuttering.

A Very Random Post of Which There Shall Hopefully be More of in the Future.

So my house is full of smoke because my mom is making pork that has a alliterative title that I do not recall. The weather is being scary. And so I thought it would be nice to tell everyone about how I want to make this blog more snarky. Because, I mean, who doesn't love a snarky blogger? I recently discovered OH MY GOSH THE LIGHTNING IS LIKE A FREAKING CAMERA FLASH EVERY FIVE SECONDS I FEAR FOR MY LIFE. Ok so anyway I just discovered this freelance writer named Dan Bergstein. He does book reveiws and random posts for the SparkLife blog, affiliated with SparkNotes. And he's freaking hilarious. So google him. Yeah. And in case anyone cares my two favorite songs of the moment are Never Gonna Happen by Lily Allen and Beautifully by Jay Brannan. That is all. Unless you want me to tell you about how I spent my afternoon gluing random things to cardboard and listening to cheeky swear-a-lot Britpop. Which you probably don't. So bye.