sing me a lullaby

why hello love!
we should get comfy
watch movies on the couch
drink tea and cover up with warm blankets
talk about the kind of day we had today
did you have your hopes up for something more fun?
well, we could always choose my favorite idea
we could make our dreams come true

read but don't weep

you are the annoying door stopper in my life
i push my door open when i am angry
and expect it to make a hole in the wall from the impact of the doorknob
nothing happens and nothing will happen to that wall unless you aren't there
you're stubborn and won't budge
someday i will learn how to use tools and remove you
until then you are my annoying door stopper

a black and white striped kinda love

what are up with those random things that show up in your life?
like sometimes I find loose pennies on sidewalks
i'll pick them up if they are head side up
you'll never get anywhere in life if you don't pick up chances
sweet memories of him also show up randomly
you're talking to him and the next thing you know you're like a prisoner
trapped in his beautiful eyes
and you know he isn't going to let you free for a while

you aren't my teddy bear

lets scream obnoxiously throughout the halls
have friendly conversations
i'll give you a pencil to borrow or two if you happen to lose the first one
and we can ask each other for a pieces of gum
just don't touch me
ever

do you ever stop to smell the roses?

I hated the loud trumpet that made your eardrums ring in the morning
when you would hope to wake up before everyone else to see the sunrise over the lake
you couldn't
because of the birds that made their disgusting mess on the window
I didn't like the pebbles that would sneak into my shoes unexpectingly
or being the last group to eat the homemade ice cream because some jerk ruined it for us
everyone dyed their shirts at camp rainbow
red
orange
yellow.. you get the picture
I on the other hand dyed it green and pink
two colors that don't really blend that pretty together
but I was trying to make a point

i want to learn that one magic trick

sunday is far from wednesday
same with spring and fall
far away yet so distant
up to the point where you're so close
if you grabbed someone's hand you'd be at the target
too bad there is no other hand reaching out for you to pull you in
too bad so sad

flicking the rain switch on & off

ssssssshhhhhhhhhhoooooooouuuuuuutttttttttt!
there's a riot outside
with moshing and pitchforks
all that good stuff
baseball bats
eggs being cracked open
eggs onto my windows
egg after egg!
yay! a celebration for me!
they are chanting my name in accurate synchrinization
i'm going to go join the crowd
don't know when i am going to be returning
goodbye!

e flat clarinet not soprano

take my temptations away

far away

into the sunset

to burn up into oblivion

sweet lyrical thoughts

to the ending day

until tommrrow that is

when they come rushing back

returning to home sweet home

my cluttered head

brown wood

all my dvds are stacked on the shelf in my room
untouched, collecting dust
such lonely little discs
"watch me! i have a hot celebrity actor in me!"
"no! no! no! no! goodness no! watch me! i have pirates in me!"
"shut up! you two!... watch me! i am a christmas special!"
....i'm sane!
just bemused

sometimes i wish that i was the weather you'd bring me up in conversation forever

how do they get the sticky on the tape?
how do you know when someone is lying to you?
how are you?
answer the questions
but keep the answers to yourself
my memorybank is full
not wanting any new wasteful memories that aren't important
i like the ones i have stored now
the ones that i don't want to lose a tight hold on
all i have to do is keep pushing the rewind button
i don't have a craving for popcorn right now
thanks though

leave

shoo thoughts!
don't bother me
you annoying little pests
always get me
leaving me with annoyance
and guilt for squishing you
get out of my head
get some fresh air

exchanging words

"could you..maybe...possibly..teach me how to fly?"

"why?"


"so i can go far away never to return again"


"no i will not"


"fine will you teach me how to swim?"


"depends... why?"

"so i can swim so far enough to the point that i'll get really tired and drown, never to be found again.."


"..sorry the answer is no again"


"damnit!.. what will you teach me how to do then?"


"to have hope"

cradle me in a crater

once upon a time
i was a little girl
seat belt tight in the backseat
driving around town "just to get some fresh air" my mom would say
getting my little girl hopes up thinking one day i'll drive too
but that's not my reason for writing this
i'm not going to ramble about sitting in a car
..in the backseat
when i used to look to the sky
out of the car window
pitch black sky over my city
i'd see the bright moon
following my mother and i in her vehicle
my mom would be talking to me about who knows what
but i didn't pay attention much..
all i wanted to think about was that moon following us
i wanted to know how it could do that
i felt so lucky because i thought that it only followed us
no one else
when the ride would finally end
mother would unbuckle me and walk towards the house
while i stood there outside pondering at the still moon high above me
"until tomorrow my friend" i would whisper
then skip towards the house with my innocent little face
no care in the world
besides always wanting that moon to be there
up high above me
by my little side

curiosity killed the cat

..Is it wrong?
to keep starring into your deep brown eyes?
would I stop?
should I?
..could I?

tissue stealer

look to your right and three chairs down
a little girl with bouncy blonde curls
starring at her grandfather's casket
with her glassy eyes and red face
trembling and scared sitting down on a chair
swinging her short legs freely
with her hair ribbon falling out slightly
everything is going to be okay little one
keep your head up high
don't show me those tears
your too beautiful to have them running down your face
would you be terrified if i came over and hugged you tight?
a stranger with the same glassy eyes as you

hola

i realize that all couples have their spazzes
all couples argue
bitch at each other
get jealous over the most stupid things
have their bad days
and their really bad days
days that they want to shoot one another
but in the end all the fights fit together to form something strong
like a quilt
a quilt being stiched up again and again
becoming stronger with patterns of memories
memories that quilt will hold for years and years to come
soft and warm like our hearts
no matter how many times you rip a quilt
you can always sew it back up
no matter how many fights i get into with you
i'll always want to hold your hand