Nostalgic for a life I never lived.
These False memories keep me sane.
A rapturous child with so much potential.
I want to be small again.

they paint their nails dark shades of midnight
and wear clothes the color of ink
crying drops of ebony eyeliner
and listening to music angry as black
to the beat of clinking chains on their raven jeans

i think they are trying to mark up the world
with their sharpies
silently screaming "i am here"

i would rather be clothed in shadow
painting my nails in shades of heather
leaving my face bare and ashen
and listening to chords simple as grey
to the slow beat of plain charcoal strings around my wrists

i just doodle in the corner of my backyard
with light strokes of my pencil
wishing to disappear

Touristy , seafaring dreamers hobble -
in churning foam
Gulls circle a lonely Hill Country gnome
Sharing his Fritos
In search of a silver dollar
Struck out this salty aired morning
He's settled for a shell or two ...

there was a little goldfish he just couldnt swim
for the little goldfish his life was very grim
he took some swimming lesson from the other fish
to be a proper goldfish was his only wish

he praticed everyday morning noon and night
up and down the pond till he got it right
then he could join the others in the deeper end
not have to be alone he could have his friends

he was very happy now that he could swim
now his life was normal and no longer grim
having lots of fun with all the other fish
to be like all his friends was is only wish

You were overzealous, had me concealed.
You tried to care, you thought you were my shield.
You created this storm-cloud,
Always angry and loud.
You were hazardous, too weak to be healed.