This one is Mine.I see the look in your eye as you follow her around the room,I saw the poem you wrote, and told her she'd know whom.Who it was for is what she asked, and walked off without a clue,And you stared at her back whispering "I love you.". Well, I'm going to be nice and give you a warning here,This one is mine, and only mine, do I make myself clear?I know she loves me more than words can express,And I tell you, she is mine, that girl in that dress. I read that poem, and I must tell you something,I love her, and she loves me, for me she would do anything.So, whatever you're waiting for, the right place, the right time?Stop waiting, because I'm not letting go, I'm telling you. She's mine.
because we're too afraid to fly in daylightjust when i thought i was home,the welcome matturned to tacks beneath my feet.i apologized for the bloodthat crept into the cracks and stained your porch.this isn't the redwood i had in mind;but i think it's kind of beautiful,in the same waya moth can't find its way to the starsfrom inside the garage so itflicks its maddened wings to make ating, ting, tingon a dying lightbulb."abyssus abyssum invocat,"i whisper to the winged-dreameras she makes her way across my cheek.i know she hears it as sheeases past my softly, parted lips.ex glande quercus,her wings thump morse codeagainst the rawness of my throatand i swallow to quiet her pain.hush, now shush. be still, my dear;trees do not talk or bleed.you've given your wings to grow with meand we will reach the heavens.we will be greater than the oaksas our forest of hair plants us among the stars;then, we will be home.sister;gemini,hitched to the skywith the veins of your wingsand stuck with the red of
QuestionsDo you ever wish that you can turn back the clock,And set right any wrongs that you have caused others?Do you ever dream that you can change your fate, For the better?More than you can ever imagine.Do you ever wonder what other people are thinking,So that you can know your friends from your foes?Do you ever think about who truly loves you,And who wants to slip a knife into your back?Every single day.Do you ever root for the underdog,Knowing that their struggle is doomed to fail?Do you ever hope that the tyranny that surrounds you,Will crumble into ruin?I think that you know the answer.Do you ever wish?Dream?Wonder?Think?Root?Hope?Even though it's all in vain?I do...
a dollar for happinesswhich circumstancesdetermine the joypossessed in eachbottle of bubblesI retrace patternsand footstepsin every memoryunable to recapturetheir simplicityI make spheresout of sorrowand watch them sinkrolling around likemarbles in the sandof my mind-leaving traces ofhorrible signsno one was able to seebut Ilittle girl in the hallwaywith doors lockedall aroundcome outsidecome outside -I've a dollarfor bubblesand a smileto find
learning to hear the unspokeni hear your pencildrag atop the paperand subtle breaths drawn.i wonder, as ilet my mind wanderdown winding pathsand through lonely fields.trees are barren.the frost nips at your heelswhen you walk too slow.every release from myheavy lungslooks like smoke.i hesitate to speak,afraid the words will waft awaynever reaching the crook of your neckwhere i want them to nest."i love you," is all i can muster -never feeling it weighs enough.i imagine a tongueunwoven, unbound;i pretend that my heartis full of profoundwords -unheard by angel,by beast.my head is wrappedin thick fog;though, i fancy it with feathersin flightthrough a bright, moonlit summer's eve.it's clear amongst cloudless skies.here we travel freely, unafraid,unabashed -our souls speak.no words will ever be enough.
First TimeIt's as if my whole life had been lived in the shadows,And yet I was blissfully unaware of the light.Before her, I swore I knew what it was like to see,But now I can look back at how blind I truly was.It was her smile that illuminated my life,And her brilliance that finally opened my eyes.It was her fire that melted away my defenses,And it was her heart that was key to unlocking mine.She taught me that there was a world beyond the darkness;Another place where pain and anguish could disappear.For the first time in my life I'm right where I belong,And though I'm scared, I know it's all going to be all right.Praise be to Cupid, whose arrows surely pierced my heart.And to Venus for allowing such beauty on earth.