Do Not Test the Waters, You will Sink
I am sitting on a great big hill, full of sunshine.
There is a pond below my toes but I do not dare
Ice Skating (Again?!)
What I said was true.
The rink is still open if you want to.
Dont Turn Around, Go Forward
Geez I wish I knew that.
How to hold you like that.
How to talk to you in that way that would've made you stay.
Wish there was a way for me to know what I did wrong.
A way for us to start over.
But the sign on the street says not to turn around, so I guess
thats a better idea
than the one I had in mind.
“Come” it Meant
19 year old boys dont know what they're doing, do they.
Nope. They just trot along and think to themselves that
nothing they do affects anyone else.
Reaching to you, my hands take hold of a soft face, washed out eyes, so blue.
Time sits on the counter, frozen, a spoon sticking out of it, tilting as it thaws.
I touch you and it is like me, touching me.
War at Breakfast
Not writing for a while is a tough girls choice.
She will let all the words unwritten wash up against her in a wave,
soaking her attention clean.
Her mom keeps walking upstairs, downstairs, upstairs again, making
the steps dizzy.
The oatmeal is warm but never warm enough.
She is fighting.
But her mind is losing itself.
What Does Mean “Intense”
The quiet in the room when neither of us speak.
Tears in your eyes while he moans behind you.
Knowing the loud words are directed at you.
Holding a scream in. Holding a punch back.
Petting a dog you love that has no heartbeat.
The smell of smoke. Waking up in a hospital for
The mind. Trying to take your life. Turning the
Volume up so loud that people next to you can
Recognize the song. Using a knife on your arm
Like it’s steak. Eyeing your pills like they’re candy
And you’re a little kid. Being so broken you think
You were always in pieces.
Only to be stopped by a stranger who wants to give you neck kisses and tell you you're crazy hot.
This stranger dosen't quite understand why you start crying in his living room.
Neither do you.
He gives you vitamins to take and you shove them in the cupboard when you get home,
no interest in taking them.
He should take his own vitamins and give himself neck kisses and approach himself randomly on the sidewalk and ask to hang out.
I HATE YOU. She screamed it in his face.
He doesnt care, he has no grace.
He knows she hates him, will all her heart.
Yet he knows he cant live without her, he never wants to part.
Why does she hate him so much, what did he do.
All he wants to do is be with her, he really has no clue.
She looks at him now with hate in her eyes.
He hears her in the other room, he hears her cry.
Inside her own thoughts she mourns for more.
She wants to escape him, she wishes to soar.
So she will go on hating him with all her heart.
She deserves a new life, a new unspoiled start.
Why do people have to be so mean. Is it in their being, in their genes.
Dont say anything if you cant say something nice. Why must I be your vice.
Hatred is gaining most of your control. Watch out girl, next it will be your soul.
You sit back and spew your hatred. You sit there calmly and observe what you created.
Are you happy when you see people cry. I have one question for you, why.
What do you get out of it all. You are so rude, so full of gall.
You dont know me, not one bit. Why dont you something useful with that wit.
Bring someone up instead of taking them down. Put a smile on your face, not a frown.
If you smile, you spead the joy. If you frown, you just annoy.
Im here to tell you should attone. Get off that throne.