it is a true fact of a human person that, when
they must confess something that has been on their heart a long time,
they do not tell you it in the moment- it is planned, predetermined,
so they are not following their feeling or even watching your face
it is as it is in their fantasies- for they are not really there
they are reading from a script-
for they are as though they are dwelling in dreams
and you are not real. The words they say after mulling them over
are not there. They travel to their ancestral homeland and,
after the long flight, step off the plane and feel the harps
thrumming through their veins- there are no harps,
it is all in your imagination- your heart does not pound stronger
in the rolling hills and you need to behave as though you are actually there
you must be actually there. You are alive.

I  want to wrap you up in a blanket burrito
Sit you in front of a roaring bonfire
And remind you of how amazing you are

You hate yourself for reasons I can't understand
Fathoming, pondering your small shaking hands
What you don't see in yourself, others do
Talented, beautiful, compassionate you
If you would use Paul McCartney to greatly inspire
You could be like him, if that's your desire
You have a future, a purpose that you can not see
But if you listen to anyone, listen to me
Stay strong, stand firm, don't let them be
The demons in your life, you can be free
Stay the way you are, which is your true beauty
Just let the peace in your life, **Ashley

You are suddenly as hazy as fog
You don't smile much anymore
You don't laugh at jokes
You aren't your free loving self
You seem to be slipping away
Your face is more dark and sullen
You are serious and tense
You look at me with suspicious eyes
You are constantly on edge
And it's affecting me more than ever
You lost something special,
And I don't know if it's coming back...

those who do not think like me live and feel blindly
they say, 'I am who I am and you can accept it or not'
they throw their own person into the world and let fools
and scavengers prey and ****** and bite but they will not draw
back their hand, they will not change, for they are proud of
the very fact that these wolves gnaw on them, for it is proof
that they are worth eating, that their hand is brave enough to stay
those who think like me adapt and mold their hands based
on the type of wolves that desire them, we shall change and choose
to withdraw when in danger, we know when there are wolves around
and we are not ashamed of our cowardice, for what virtue is there in pain?
We are not knights, nor dark knaves in the night who steal from the rich
and give to the poor; we are not the poor nor the rich, we are
the faces you see when you walk down the street and do not see them
for we do not raise our flags high over our heads, we are the shrouded
figures that do not stand out for being shrouded, for we do not
advertise, we do not seek to excel or fail bluntly,
we only wish to maximize profit, to work the dynamics of the system
regardless of how we are affected in the process, for we are not proud of who
we are completely, we are proud of our own good souls, but we detest
our vices and we shall not hesitate to alter our very essence if it so suits,
for we know that there is no inherent value in stability,
and that stagnation is the ultimate weakness.

I just want to hug everyone
And clutch them tight
For *more than five seconds

cut me down to my bare bones
and I would burn my flesh for you

those around me want to be in a storybook,
full of fairies and magic and dragons
I do not want that type of storybook- I do not want to live in one either
I want my world to follow the plot of a novel, and it does
I do not want to leave- I want a heightened version of this
I would like to be someone's Alaska,
someone's Augustus Waters
someone's Jace, Will, or Sam,
I would like to be so enormously interesting that volumes could
be written on my eccentricities
I want you to record the first words I said to you
and I want you to notice the way I capitalize words
I would like you to value that I eat my Cheetos with a fork
and have a passion for driftwood
I want to say enlightening things but only once,
at two in the morning,
smoking a cigarette in a parking lot
I would like to be so comfortable with *** that you would never dare touch me
I would like to burn down the world and raise it up again
and know that it was never my fault and I could not have done it alone
I would like to have secret passions that I do not share,
use hobbies rather than partake in them
kiss lots of people, have a mysterious past
I would not like to be in a storybook and watch it happen around me
I would not like to be taken on an adventure
I would like to be the adventure, and make spiced the life
of those around me, be the character in the series of their lives
that, because there is no one even close to similar,
they cannot help but fall in love with.