| Born: yes Live in: My body (sometimes quite uncomfortably) Work at: Trying to keep grounded Relationship status: Finalized Goals: Enlightenment |


RunI've gotta do some soul searching Find out what I really want Uncover what I really need 'cause I'm not sure anymore If you fit the billRun
I wish, with such high hopes But the doubts creep in Sneaking between the cracks Whispering and hinting Prodding at my framework
I'm beginning to wonder If you fit the bill anymore I - I've gotta do some soul searching
Nobody can answer these questions Screaming at me from inside I - I've gotta do some soul searching
I don't know how you managed it But you reached in To a pl


TearsIf you want to give me up That's fine, just go ahead and say so If you want to call it quits or take a break Honey, I'm don't mind - honest If you want to take back your love Don't worry, I'll be alrightTears
My heart'll mend, I hope yours does too We both know it will take some time I'd rather leave you with a smile Let you know I appreciated us Then have you walk away with hurt And constantly second-guessing
I feel like I'm talking to piece of ice The cold shoulder is so overrated When you say everything's alright But it's clear to me it's not


BirthdayI want to be five once more, just so I could meet you then - on the playground, or at school and we'd click instantly, trade secrets and stories and declare the other has cooties; we'd worm our ways intoBirthday
respective families' hearts
You know I think we'd be the best of friends
- to be six once more - at our birthday party where we turn the bed into a makeshift tent and flashlight we've borrowed, stay up all night telling stories with invisible friends and a bowl of popcorn we've discarded
You know I think we'd be the best


Late Night under the tableWhen all the humans go to sleep, Disco lights pop out And waffles become porn stars And the pancakes transform into strippers The waffles like much more attention Yet the pancakes get more around than usual The fork applaud when those breakfast slide up and down the poles EEEEP!Late Night under the table
There they go again! They ended up in the dishwasher again! Mommy, the syrup exploded again. Call the spoon! She's that handy whore Wait! What about the knife? He needs love or should I say amusement too Uh oh, we forgot about the plate No biggie, she was the only cl
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There's no more life left to live...
If I can't be me, I don't see why I should even be.
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That thou mayest be everything
seek to be nothing.
~St. John of the Cross
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There's no more life left to live...
If I can't be me, I don't see why I should even be.
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It is an act of imagination to live differently from everyone else.
It must have been the coffee. ~ Jack Soo
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Kahlil Gibran
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"He not busy being born is busy dying."
- Bob Dylan
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