Words of Wisdom from a five-year old

If I were a puzzle, I would scream when people took me apart.

...

I wish when I opened up my heart, my secrets, I could pour them into an opaque, air-tight container and keep them all for myself. I wish when I opened up my heart I could file my feelings and place them in a box. Tape, stamp, address, I'd mail them off to a faraway place (but I'd always make sure I could find them again). I wish when I opened up my heart the beating turned on default mute and the blush on my cheeks stopped below my skin. I wish when I opened up my heart I could stop the loud music.
But instead, when I open up my heart, my secrets flow from it; liquid, silver, tantalizing. My feelings shout and make themsleves known. They find their way into my eyes, my lips, the way my nose crinkles, but there's nothing I can do my feelings are not shy. When I open up my heart music flows from the core the beat in the background steady and quick.
When I open up my heart things happen faster than I can keep track of and every second's another memory. My heart does not hide from anything no matter what chains hold me back my heart will always be free.

(Can anyone tell me if this feeling ever goes away?)

(It's okay)
to be humble
(and also)
to stumble
(to swoon as you read)
and cry as you need
That one
you lost
so long long ago
(And yet it seems like yesterday when he said)
I would love to skydive
(and)
He spilled his juice
(and)
Smile and tears and
(He stared at you a bit longer than usual when you got your braces off, you know it was not just your imagination)
And it was yesterday and the beginning when
(he smiled in that way that communicated something along the lines of i know i am gorgeous and i think you are worthy of my gorgeous and ridiculously arrogant smile)
And
The candles were
(blown out)
And
(you didn't even know he was standing there)
always
(watching)
(I remember what you wore on September 19th.)
(you know, the day on my calendar with a sad face in the corner*bitterly*)

(khaki pants)

(orange and red striped shirt)

(Blue polyester hoodie)

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whywhywhywhwywhywhywhwywhywhwywhywhwywhy

Attic Doll

Fast forward the song at the link below to about 1:00 and then read on.:)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fPT8ojGU10&feature=related


This room has been empty for

Quite a long time

Dusty glass corners and

Musicbox chime

Broken old golden things

Glitter and shine

Drenched in the air lies

A memory of mine.

If Looks Could Kill

Acting like we're one big happy family only works when it's true
But glares across the room
Glances and smirks
Eye rolls
Will you show me how it really is?

Undertow

The year passed slow
We watched a flower
Grow then die and wither.
Fence; slowly opens wide but
they walk right past because they know better now.
But that little girl-
she doesn't. And they don't warn her because,
well, nobody warned them.
In another, cleaner, meaner town
Headphones get popped in and
lawns get mowed and
shoes get wiped and
somewhere, a bomb goes off
in someone's mind and they think
Enough.
And that is the beginning of
The End

Just Like the Movies

Hi, my name is ______________________ and I try to be as nice as possible to everybody. Sometimes I succeed and most of the time I do not but I'm guessing it's the effort that counts so I'm not too worried about my soul. I hold back a lot and half the time- well, more than half - I am not at all myself. Being myself is a rather high set bar, as I have no idea who I actually am. Sometimes I try to be witty and end up offending various people, mostly guys, who don't seem to take well to that sort of thing. Usually they say mean things to me and then I insult them more and curse at them in my head and vent through poetry and then I cry because I was always taught that if you're nice to everyone and you're smart and independent then the world would be in the palm of your hand but it's really not like that at all. You can tell that I really like a movie if I'm eating my popcorn at lightning speed. Yesterday an 96 year old man read me an Emily Dickinson poem and then gave me amazing advice on life. When I tried to reply he couldn't hear me. I do really like my life a lot in general but I really feel like there's something missing. And I am not a flirt and I don't want to be.
Thank you for your time

Disfigurement

They figured out that if you put the lamp too close to the ceiling,
the house could burn.
And the soap-shiny skin in the sink is feeling like maybe it will nver be clean
because secrets can't be fought by chemistry
Or anything, really.
The only way you can get rid of a secret is by telling it
The soap won't help.
They figured out that if you make the supports better, you can have bigger windows.
Let in more light. Talk to the birds. Smell the air. Watch the rain. See the rain when there is no rain. Hear the thunder. By this time the windows have gotten quite large..
They can see more of the world, and if they don't like it, they can jump
If the lamp does cause the fire, they have an option.
"If we waited 90 days I could get it to happen, definitely."
Fake. You disgust me.
I just want another Arabian subcontinent conversation.
Parachutes couldn't save me then and I didn't really care.
The ground was far enough away.
What if we're all falling?
We are all falling.
The choices we make increase our speed, or slow us down. Some times they bring the ground closer.
And when we fall faster or fall back we meet other people we wouldn't have otherwise. If you want to find your other half, make every choice.
Of course, you will probably hit the ground sooner, I guess.
But what the hell. To the organized mind, death is just another great adventure.

Astounded

My mouth--
It's like all of my
words that went unsaid were just
wrung out and all
that was left was my
saliva, bittersweet and
milky
Fermenting in my stomach walls
It stings so much I need to shout--
clogging up my airways and I
cough and cough but they
won't
come
out

Criss Cross

Sometimes the strength it takes to hold a gaze
Rivals that of any strenuous;;
activity.
Yes, fear
dominates pain.
violet sky
swirls above and a thousand things could go
wrong
dignity and life
o
ppo
sites.
yes violet sky
swirls above and the lightning strikes
all around us
when will it hit
?
==charged
Billions of paths crisscross in
the air invisible but you can
hear them if you look closely enough at the
interlocking
eyes
And sometimes I feel like my path is all alone like
everyone else has
yes voilet sky
eye
lightning
tar and also
there was a cloud
but--
the lock is the
key