Sometimes when you come from nothing
it pushes you to become everything
When I go home for my visit
I will bring back with me
a fresh connection to the world
to my roots
to family
& home
I will bring back with me
Apple Pie & Floral dresses
Friendly smiles
Simple advice
& cornbread.
I will bring with me
stories of this city
how it sparkles
stories of the girls
this city holds
Even though it's home
Night time feels too real
Too much like being small
Too much like being afraid.
When I was young & couldn't sleep
I would touch myself until I grew sleepy.
It was a strange comfort
It never felt wrong.
Anytime I was afraid of having bad dreams
I would think of someone beautiful.
I never wondered if I was strange
Only when I grew older did I ever question my actions.
Growing up I continued to look inward
Always questioning
Always looking for explainations to things I do
things I feel
things I want
Sometimes I feel very lonely
Im always looking for that kindred soul.
It's hard to know me sometimes
I am trying very hard to take down my wall.
Strangely it only goes up when someone begins to sneak in
Keeping me from getting close
to the one I want
Life is ironic that way
cruel games
I will bring back with me
a new outlook
new inspiration
new art
& new attitude
Life keeps moving
Keeps us on our toes
I love it
Keep it coming
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Little Shirts
...When you're little
Petite
Small
Staying over with a friend unexpected
Something special happens when it's time to go to bed.
A friend creates a spot for you to sleep
In their bed
On the couch
Pillows
Sheets
Blankets
But what to give you to sleep in...?
When your little
Petite
Small
They dig into their dressers
Find the smallest shirt they own
Something older they've kept
For sentimental reasons
From Middle School
I have probably slept in more sentimental shirts
than anyone you know...
Worn in
& always acompanied by a story
as it's handed over.
I feel how special it is...
& sleep better because of it
Petite
Small
Staying over with a friend unexpected
Something special happens when it's time to go to bed.
A friend creates a spot for you to sleep
In their bed
On the couch
Pillows
Sheets
Blankets
But what to give you to sleep in...?
When your little
Petite
Small
They dig into their dressers
Find the smallest shirt they own
Something older they've kept
For sentimental reasons
From Middle School
I have probably slept in more sentimental shirts
than anyone you know...
Worn in
& always acompanied by a story
as it's handed over.
I feel how special it is...
& sleep better because of it
Thrive Love
I can't go into this anymore
It puts too many thoughts on my mind
So won't you do me a favor love,
& catalog from the angle you know.
But you won't make it easy on me
Run rabbit run
& with the wondering eyes of an orphan
You'll dig a hole inside the hole you're in.
My clone wears her heart on the inside,
& I seduce her when no one's around.
But it's not enough
Not enough
On second thought,
No more favors love,
I still owe you for the hole in the floor.
It's been a while since we went wild
& it's really a crime
But it's tough to kill the time.
So won't you paint me a picture love
of your complex mind
& tell me the story love
of your exhausted heart.
Because we don't make eye contact
when we have run-ins in town.
So I'm off to the center of the Earth again
where it's hot love
You know it hurts to be me.
The giving heart
& the rolling mind
ask
Will we make it at all?
Then I look at my clone
With swollen eyes
Then paint a hole & fall inside.
I like the wiff of your fragrant mind.
Write you letters love?
But you don't know my calligraphy.
I want to know yours.
Write me a letter love
A song
A poem
A story
Do you curl your 2's?
Mine are sharp
& have no curl.
Is your hand-writing nice?
You have nice hands
But that doesn't mean much.
Maybe I only think they are nice
because they are yours.
& I know what they are capable of.
Intentions behind ....
Purpose
Work
Care
Connection love.
This city will be far less interesting without you in it
& far less beautiful.
The buildings mirror your intense stare
& they will haunt me after you've gone.
Maybe I am a hopeless romantic
But romance isn't dead.
It burns within my walls.
& maybe it's silly to some...
Maybe you'll think it too much love...
But don't.
Just enjoy the sweetness
Know it's sincere
Don't be jaded
Don't feel that way.
I know you are open
So be open to this.
You are wonderful
I want to know more of you
I envy thoes who do
& feel sadness for thoes who knew
yet threw it away because they didn't see what I saw in the first 15 minutes I spent with you.
Love
Love
Love
Leave
Woes
Now I taste like glitter & sweat
Smell like perfume & women
If I could keep you for me always I would
Without crushing your delicate ora
Never want that to dissipate or turn.
Vintage excitement for you
You will always thrive love
& soar like a bird.
Feathers &
Wind &
Purpose
It puts too many thoughts on my mind
So won't you do me a favor love,
& catalog from the angle you know.
But you won't make it easy on me
Run rabbit run
& with the wondering eyes of an orphan
You'll dig a hole inside the hole you're in.
My clone wears her heart on the inside,
& I seduce her when no one's around.
But it's not enough
Not enough
On second thought,
No more favors love,
I still owe you for the hole in the floor.
It's been a while since we went wild
& it's really a crime
But it's tough to kill the time.
So won't you paint me a picture love
of your complex mind
& tell me the story love
of your exhausted heart.
Because we don't make eye contact
when we have run-ins in town.
So I'm off to the center of the Earth again
where it's hot love
You know it hurts to be me.
The giving heart
& the rolling mind
ask
Will we make it at all?
Then I look at my clone
With swollen eyes
Then paint a hole & fall inside.
I like the wiff of your fragrant mind.
Write you letters love?
But you don't know my calligraphy.
I want to know yours.
Write me a letter love
A song
A poem
A story
Do you curl your 2's?
Mine are sharp
& have no curl.
Is your hand-writing nice?
You have nice hands
But that doesn't mean much.
Maybe I only think they are nice
because they are yours.
& I know what they are capable of.
Intentions behind ....
Purpose
Work
Care
Connection love.
This city will be far less interesting without you in it
& far less beautiful.
The buildings mirror your intense stare
& they will haunt me after you've gone.
Maybe I am a hopeless romantic
But romance isn't dead.
It burns within my walls.
& maybe it's silly to some...
Maybe you'll think it too much love...
But don't.
Just enjoy the sweetness
Know it's sincere
Don't be jaded
Don't feel that way.
I know you are open
So be open to this.
You are wonderful
I want to know more of you
I envy thoes who do
& feel sadness for thoes who knew
yet threw it away because they didn't see what I saw in the first 15 minutes I spent with you.
Love
Love
Love
Leave
Woes
Now I taste like glitter & sweat
Smell like perfume & women
If I could keep you for me always I would
Without crushing your delicate ora
Never want that to dissipate or turn.
Vintage excitement for you
You will always thrive love
& soar like a bird.
Feathers &
Wind &
Purpose
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