Tuhday.

I'm here.

to rid this population of social boundaries.

to confess that Mary cheated on Joseph.

to tell the stories i see with my eyes, with my life.

to steal yesterday and give someone a tomorrow.

to whisper to everyone what they already know, twice.

to be sixteen until they won't let me.

to smile when you're happy, and cry when you're sad.

to put holes in my walls with tacks and nails.

to let your words have a destination, a home, in my ears.

and thats it.

Forgotten minutes

"There will be a revolution, my soul is sick, and my hearts polluted. 

  There are demons that threaten my freedom; the time to bear arms is now."

"The death of a flower is no less tragic,

  than the loss of my eyes to the blackest black magic."

+/-

Today, there was no one.
The whole world didn't die..
So, did I?

Due to the lack of fault i can find on anyone else,
it seems as though i brought this upon myself.

I never knew it was happening.
I never calculated a plan.

I always sort of knew it would happen.
But the feeling is worse than anticipated.

These four walls, these motionless days,
I better get used to lonely before its too late.

FATE

A man once loved his wife and their little girl,

who closed her eyes for far too long one night, and dreamt herself to death.

And woke up in a land with another one of her kind. 

These bunnies soon switched places with these girls, and lived in their cities.

Later on, all their houses burned down.

They moved to the streets where they found new means to live by.

.......... 

.........................

....gkgmkfmdsflfd....d.wfewf.wf... 

To Crush Folly,

would truly be the greatest mistake our world could make.

It sounds contradicting, almost paradoxical.

That getting rid of stupidity, is stupid in and of itself.

But it is true. For a higher fault is to blame.

Never hesitate to join the dance.

Staggering through premonitions of my death

We're learning the basics of our balancing act,
always slightly off, but keeping notes for next time.
The soundtrack to our lives is being played on repeat,
we're desperately trying to learn the words.
Finding out what each brushstroke feels like,
practicing until it's as natural as simply breathing.
Sparking lighters in the dark to guide us home, but we never really get there,
because each breath in is another step forward and each breath out is another step back.

TRUTH IS.....

I steal music, movies and glances.
I cheat on tests, homework and boyfriends.
I lie to doctors, therapists and strangers,
and I break strings, hinges and promises.

Uncage These Birds.

cough.cough.cough.cough.cough.cough.cough.

1.) Walking aimlessly in this godforsaken town. Calling you from bathrooms, fulfilling our middle school dreams.

2.) Becoming one of them, then putting on our costumes. Joining in the forgotten dance that happens every time.

3.) Going into the enemy's camp and standing with the best of them. Hoping they see through my bullshit exterior.

I stop saying hello when you start saying goodbye.

Ozomatli

I can smile and sway, and it's gonna stay that way.
My feet can move and and fly away, my lips are free to dance.


I don't have to worry, care and pretend for you.
It's like I'm a real person again, and I'm taking it for all it's worth.


We're free and swiftly catching the wind in our wings.
Someday, i hope you see it too.