We sat in the back of the room.
English 201.
There were five of us,
but a max of four at a time.
They spoke a lot.
Raising their hands,
or speaking out of turn
to protest the ignorant proclamation of classmates.
We sat in the back.
Feet propped up, books closed.
Backing each other up on our rants.
I never spoke.
I'll never know how they knew
I was one of them.

I used to run the streets at night
Because I couldn't scream
And I wouldn't fight.
Some times it's too hard
To act polite.
So I'd slip out the door,
And sprint street lights.

Time Stopped
and the world stopped
and I stopped,
Loving you that day.
and you stopped
and you saw
what really made things this way.

Two worlds divided
By a line of sun and rain.
One world filled with laughter,
The other filled with pain.
One world filled with people
Who used to matter most
The other filled with sorrow
and gently weeping ghosts.
A little girl with scars
Sits on the line of gray
Trying to decide
to live in sun or rain.
Her old family weeping,
They miss her touch.
Her new world glowing,
Shining in the sun.
The broken hearts follow her,
And she can't run away.
She is stuck in the sadness.
She is stuck in the gray.
She doesn't want to lose them,
But the sun is so bright.
The other world is cold,
and the wind cuts like a knife.
The young scarred girl must choose
Which world to be a part
The land of sun and gold,
Or the pile of broken hearts.

With my eyes taped shut
I wondered down the road.
I trampled threw a swamp
and squashed some baby toads.

With my eyes taped shut
I fell down a hill,
I wondered out onto the street
and slipped on some road ****.

With my eyes taped shut
I ran into a tree,
got a broken arm,
and scraped up both my knees.

With my eyes taped shut,
I was finally done.
I peeled of the tape
to see I was back where I'd begun.

Its strange,
The rules parents make.
"Why is the cup this size?"
I ask,
"if you are only supposed to fill it
halfway with detergent?"
"The full cup is for rich people."
This policy seemed to be true for a lot of things.
Everything is reusable.
I learned this over time.
Although,
after an excited phone call
and a new work wardrobe.
When washing the plastic forks we used for dinner
my mother laughed,
"you don't wash plastic forks."
As though this had been the rule always.
Its strange,
all these new rules
she seemed to know all along.