Across the RoomAcross the room, it's you I see.You look elsewhere and don't see me.For the first time I lay eyes on you.Your beauty is something new.I watch you for a little while.My lips can't help but form a smile.So perfect your long hair.Your skin is oh so fair.Your body is rounded just right.Your smile makes the room alight.You get excited and voice raises pitch.Sounds like a song with melody rich.Then embarrassed you start to blush.I wish I could console with my touch.Wondering if I should come near.Rejection I really do fear.I don't even know what I would say,And chances are that you're not gay.I watch until you walk away.Maybe we'll meet some other day.
LonerCan being alive alone make a loner happy?Would you believe me,if I told you I was dying?Would you stop trying?Please, look me in the eyesand tell me all those well-known liesabout trust, about loveand everything I'm yet sick of.And when you turn around full of shame,again I'm the one to blame,for my being, most of all,will be the reason for my fall.
Survival of the FittestHear me read itI am crack'd. Open to the pitwith the nub and root exposed.I am silver pierced and puncturedwith holes and protruding piecesof rocked raw wounds rubbed open.I am barely shattering my lungsby inhaling the same air as youeven long after your departure.With a bile-laced smile I paveand fill in crack and crevicesI am more than disfigured limbsand disillusioned heart muscle,scraping a breath down my trachea.More than the mess you have made.I hold in my innards, and survive.
I wanna..I wanna cut myself, but I don'tI wanna scream, but I don'tI wanna run, but I don'tI wanna lose it all, but I don'tI wanna walk away, but I stayI wanna start over, but I stayI wanna disappear, but I stayI wanna hide, but I stayI wanna cry, but I can'tI wanna fly, but I can'tI wanna fight, but I can'tI wanna take revenge, but I can'tI wanna be who I amI wanna live my life rightI wanna be lovedIsn't that alright?Here I standDon't know what to doI feel so lonelyWithout youI love youI miss youI wanna hug youI wanna kiss youKnow that I'm thinking of youKnow that I'm waiting for youI would give the world to be with youMy love
Invisible InkA little girl with missing teethGleams when she has a crayon in hand,Even when her lines don’t quite line up to ink.A little girl with tiny feetOnly runs in her hand-me-down sneakers,The ones stained with magic-markerThat only kinda-sorta light up.A little girl with scrunchied hairLoves the way her pigtails flopEven though they don’t match up.A little girl with starry eyesDoesn’t care about mean words.She doesn’t care if her socks don’t match.She doesn’t care if her glasses are ‘too big.’She doesn’t care about coloring book linesWhen she has a chance to draw her own.Sometimes they’ll line up with everyone else’s,And sometimes she won’t even be on the page.No one will make her feel like anything lessThan an artist with a child’s heart.No one can tell her she’s not coloring in the linesBecause she wrote the book in invisible ink.