Dreaming
I dreamt about you last night
It was nothing special
But it felt like so much more
I woke up guilty
Sad and cold
I hate the thought of you
I want to forget your voice
But I've always thought
That dreams were a sign
That your heart shows you
In your resting hours
I don't love you
And I don't think I ever could
But there's something about this
That I just can't ignore
Rainbow
Red is hot and spicy, like standing too close to the fire,
Orange is warm and smooth, the heat from the sun you most desire;
Yellow is buttery and rich, like sunshine on your face,
Blue is cool and crisp, like dipping your foot in October lakes;
White is light and hopeful, like an angel beginning to soar,
Brown is healing and ancient, the smell of earth on the forest floor;
Black is dark and beautiful, like camping under the stars,
Purple is dark and rich, a baritone sax bellowing that jazz song of ours;
Green is earthy and comforting, the smell of nature’s grass and trees,
And pink is pretty and cheerful, like rose petals or a gentle breeze.
Sea Girl
She looked to the ocean
With her sea blue eyes
She was filled with an emotion
She didn't know how to describe
She sang a song
A song of sirens
She sang all night long
Her voice ringing in the air
Her silky smooth skin
Rested on the coarse sand
Her hand braised her angel hair
Dark as the evening sky
Sea salt air filled her lungs
As she looked forward
The waves washed over her
And she turned to foam
Finally one with the sea.
I miss you, sometimes.
I miss you, sometimes.
Sometimes the things I see
Sometimes the things I hear
Sometimes the things that I do
Remind me of you.
I miss you sometimes but, not all the time.
Sometimes you'd look into my eyes and tell me lies
Sometimes the memories hurt but I spit in the dirt
Sometimes I wish we never met
But I'm not calling you a regret.
I miss you, sometimes.
Sometimes when I wake up
Sometimes when I dream
Sometimes when I lay in bed alone
Hoping you'll pick up the phone.
I miss you sometimes but, not all the time.
Sometimes they'll speak of you
Sometimes I'll listen
Sometimes they call you a lesson
But honestly you were a blessing.
I miss you, sometimes.
Sometimes it's best to let go
Sometimes it's ok to hold on
Sometimes I forget that you're gone
And all I can do is move on.
I miss you sometimes but, not all the time
Sometimes I wish I were dead
Sometimes I wonder who's in your bed
Despite all the lies I've been fed
I hope it gets to your head
That without me you'll be nothing instead.
The Cutter.
Once a cutter, always a cutter
That's what they'd mutter
Without a stutter.
The knife cuts my skin like butter
The pain makes my stomach flutter
Blood flowing under.
I think about my mother
And all the times she made supper
While my brother looked for his lover
Hoping she wasn't discovered.
The color of love
Is the color of blood
And when push comes to shove
All I do is give up.
Because I'm the cutter
And when it's uncovered
It looks like I suffered.
But my mind's in the gutter
And life is a fucker
And you can't use a rubber
And everything's a bummer
And people get dumber.
So call me the cutter
Just don't become her
Because once a cutter
Always a cutter.