Lose My MindSome think I haveLost my mind,And I'm certifiablyInsane.I'd love to loseMy mind today!Then, what could youHaunt?
DancingMost people that dieDo it and goAs if choreographedFor a dance recital.So I don't know whyI'm here.I must have missedThe dress rehearsal,Because my shit is notChoreographed.So many goToo young. Unready!When I would gladly giveMyself for them.And that's not brave.That's cowardly.But I'm so beyond finished,I don't even give a damn.So I pivot when I should plié,And I straddle when I should split,And I twirl so much that I don't know where I am!And I'm not even a dancer.But I would give my lifeFor someone else's.I know that for a fact.So judge me, hate me,Cut me and stab me.You can't do any worse to meThan I've done to myselfWhilst dancing.
The Rustling and the LanternProud and confidentShe carried the lantern.Her chin held highShe pranced to face the world.But the world was so far!And she walked with feetThat were bare as the restOf her body.She slowed her paceAnd listened to the forestWhen she beganTo hear a rustle.She raised her lanternAnd squinted her eyes,But saw nothing.So she ran.Her naked bodyFloated through the forestAway from the scaryRustles.Once the noisesStopped scaring the girl,She stopped runningTo catch her breath.But the noise cameToo quickly to her,And,quiet easily,Turned off the lantern...
MirrorSometimes I thinkYou are my enemyThat I must somehowDefeat.But I know I willNot see you again,So how may youBe blamed?I constantly searchFor another to blame,But my options are somewhatLimited.So I look in the mirrorTo find second best,And the scapegoat's hornsNearly burst from the glass.Some thinkI'm blaming myself!But that is beyondUntrue.I can't blame me(Trust me, I've tried)But I can certainly blame the mirrorFor being so damn fragile.
Soap In The ShowersThe soap in the showersIs so important to meBecause its effectsAre blinding.With soap stinging at my eyes,I feel like it seeps to my skull.I can pretendThat it's cleansing my mind.I can trick my mindInto believing it is cleanUntil I open my eyesAnd they are still blue...
The CordI want to askIf the inevitable has happened.Has the cord finally been cut?But, as I hang on toThe frayed thin cord,I realize I don't want to know.Because as soon as the cordIs cut between us,I know I'll fall off the cliff.
I KnowA stranger so new,So alienated! It's true!But as we stand here together,I know I've known you forever.I know your entire story,And how much you love Toy Story.I know you like the color blue,And like your hair cut short too.I know you prefer dogs,And, with your mom, you often jog.I know you love your trumpet to death,And hate sitting in class reading Macbeth.I know you'd rather throw your frisbee outsideThan (try) to titrate potassium iodide.I know you better than you know yourself!But I sit here now, on hour the twelfth,And realize what I don't know:Will you ever love me again?
FireHow dare you insultThe fire in me?How dare you denyMe my right?The fire that burnsFuels my passion,And defines the personThat I am.But while fueling the passion,it burns my insides,And reminds me I don'tHave long.So the fire encouragesMe to live life to the fullest,Even though it continuesTo kill me.
Bedtime RoutineToo tired to keepMy eyes open anymore,I decideTo turn in.I crawl into bed,And I turn out the lights,But I only take up half of the bed.Because the other half of meIs still in your bed,And there's not enough of me leftTo peacefully fall asleep.