Open Up

Just tell me everything about you

I want to know every little bit

Every strange habit

Every fear

Every food you can't stand

Everything you think about when its raining and you are on a long car ride

Every time you have cried because of what someone said to you

Every reason why you are still on this planet

Open up

And let me see

Your Soul

...

I want to be
Somewhere near the border of this world and whatever is on the other page
All knowing and infinite
Like the clouds
Just not as grey
Inside me there's an infectious orange glow spreading from my chest down through my arms to the tips of my fingers where they scorch with love
No hate, no pain
Just nothing but
Bliss
A deep chasm of bubbly hopes and intentions
Amounting to a synthetic wave of smiles
In this body I can embrace the world and all the unknown

One and the Same

Within you I reside

Curled up in between the spaces of your fingers as you reach out to touch

Embedded in your glances

Swirled in with your words, oozing out as you speak your mind

I am a part of you

Our souls are melted together

We sit in a high place, not two, but one 

Removed from the world but with each other 

Not Addicted

It's beginning to be so normal
That I don't even cover them up anymore
Pretty red dashes fade into petite pink lines
I still want it
But I'm not addicted

Addicted means falling apart, right?
Addicted means having no friends, right?
Addicted means failing school, right?
And I'm none of those things

However...
The sharp stinging pain would go so well with my eggnog...

Good thing I'm stronger than you think

Eye of the Tornado

Too much buzzing around in the brian

Too much to fit on the page

Can't be in one spot

I'm everywhere all at once

Its exhausting, you know

But sleep won't show its face around these parts anymore
So I just sit here like the eye of a tornado
Still
While the chaos of the world buzzes around me

Caroling for the Old Folks

The yellow lit corridors smelled of old death
Not new death
Old death
There's a difference
Scraggly voices of crow-like old women pierced through the silence
Nurses attended to them like busy wind-up toys with painted on smiles
"Hark the herald angels sing..."
I faded out of our joyous carol
And stopped a second
Turning to the left
She looked me with her watery blue eyes
The hunched over shriveled lady in the hospital room
And murmured:
God Bless You
The heat rose into my cheeks
And she became blurry
But through the tears
I think I saw her crack a smile
At me
She smiled in the place where Old Death lurks at every door

More Than You Know

"I can't hear you, could you speak a little louder?"
The world says to me
But my veins are pulsing
My blood red hot
I've been screaming since I can remember
But they all walk around with corks in their ears
And glossy cucumber slices over their eyes
"Just a little louder, this time we will listen."
Too bad I'm sick of empty promises

Dreamland

One day you will come
One day you will be free
One day you will swim amongst the clouds
High above the sky with me

One day the ground will melt
One day the fuzz will shatter
One day we won't be lost
Nothing else will matter

So just stick it through, a couple more breaths
And we can be together
Forever at rest

Christmas Spirit

Just a gentle reminder to come back down to earth and think about the true meaning of Christmas...cliche, I know.  But its true.

Christmas Spirit

Shuffling down Main Street in the mushy snow

The trees wrapped in lights give a toasty glow

The skaters in Central Park leap and twirl in an ice show

A chilly gust of wind tickles your nose

In our hearts there is neither want nor woe

But what about the others living in grime and grit?

We’d rather think about a present with a bow

Can you still feel the Christmas spirit?

Santa Claus shouting, “Ho Ho Ho!”

Carolers chanting all in a row

Lounging in cafes with a cup of joe

Christmas sweaters, ornately sewn

Time with our families by the fire glow

Holiday cards, sealed and neatly writ

But what about the child with nowhere to go?

Can you still feel the Christmas spirit?

The dirty beggar groveling on the street

Is ignored and stomped on by your feet

While you focus on the perks of Christmas time

Doesn’t this holiday sweater make me look divine?

So go on and ignore the ones in need, do what you deem to be fit

But let me ask you;

Can you still feel the Christmas spirit?

The Question

Tell me, what is
Life in your eyes, dancing in June
Tell me what is
Life when I'm in those arms of his
Life in two spoonfuls of Yoo-Hoo
Life when there's nowhere I need to rush to
Tell me, what is

The Flood

Just because the tears are gone
Doesn't mean I'm not still drowning