My thoughts are stuck
I bang bang bang my head
trying to arouse them
Here they come like sap from a maple tree
Drip drip drip
I found one!
Oh no no no
It's only half done
Here comes a complete, yet uninspiring metaphor
If you're once not a good girl, you're always a *****
Tsk tsk tsk
Words like that cheapen art
Hey
I write write write
from my dime-store heart

Gold finches give chase
Mourning doves keep their patience
House sparrows converge

Salmon swim upstream
Instinct drives them to create
Knowing death awaits

It's not in your head
They are making fun of you
Have you seen yourself

Lovey dovey ***** me
Thought something was meant to be
Stupid cupid swept right in
And claimed his arrow yet again

I need you to stay in your place
So I can drive off the cliff safe
Hold on to your seat
Say your final deceit
There's a tree heading straight for your face

Blast off
3 2 1 goodbye
They already packaged me
And shipped me down the line
So, tell the family
They've got blood to hide
They already labeled me...
history

*******
3 2 1 goodbye

Sure we both know this is going nowhere
But does that mean we have to get there fast
Can't we both enjoy this nightmare
And do our best to make it last

You do nothing but lie
While I do nothing but play
And we keep going around and round
wasting precious days

So you start being faithful
Hell, I'll be foolish too
And we can lie to the other's face
until we both turn blue

I've been feeling quite prolific
Since not caring if you can read my hieroglyphics
Cuz I don't think like a poet
Not sure I write like one either
And if I was forced to be both
I'd rather be neither

But I don't feel happy
And I don't have any hope
I can't find inspiration
Instead I just mope
I won't allow in a spirit
Long ago sold my soul
My ears just won't hear it
My brain's gate is closed
I've been 12 and 100 since the day I was born
Too young to appreciate breath
And too old to mourn
I want to run away
I need some new air
But wherever I go
I'm already there

I jumped ship long ago
Sorry you were the last to know
It's seriously not you, it's me
You're rolling your eyes, that old line, I see
But this time it's true, it's really not you
I think that I'm shattered and have run out of glue
Not sure if I can feel anymore
I'm always so numb
Pretty sure scar tissue's what my heart's become
I'm sorry I can't give the love you feel
I'm sorry I can't feel the love you give
I'm sorry about my serious love deficiencies
And my unwillingness to live

Stakes are high
So is your tail
You say it's not your fault
But that means nothing at all
It's written all over your face boy
You wrote it on my bedroom wall

Tide is low
So is your soul
You think that you've got *****
But that just means you're small
It's written all over the place boy
I read it in a bathroom stall  

But I gotta say
This dance...
In a way
It makes me happy

How are you the only one who sees me
Though we've never met
How do you have eyes I've never stared into
That I can't forget
How can you be the only one who feels me
When we've never embraced
How do your arms reach me
From that dark and scary place

Trash heap
Fast asleep
Walk right past
Make it fast
Cross the street
Eyes on feet
Don't dare see
What could be me

Pink wren in my yard
Picks cobwebs from tomatoes
Keeping them bright red

Ever
Wonder
Why
This
Won't
Get
Any
Views
It
Must
Be
Because
I
****
It
Certainly
Can't
Be
You..

How'd you know my head has space for rent?
Is it that obvious I walk around vacant?
Were you looking for one hemisphere or two?
Cuz you if you intend to take both, not sure what I'd do
I didn't ask for your inquiry
but do yourself a favor
This place is a dump
and you won't like your neighbor

I know what I'll do today
I'm so glad I thought of it
I think I'll spend an hour pouring out my heart
So this site can stomp on it
I'll try to be sure I don't have any rhyme or flow
I'll mention birds and trees a lot, maybe even snow (oops)
I'll have to mention love for sure and make it my life long plight
I know what I'll do today
I'll say F U to this site

Some lies are best kept under your pillow
Most truths are better left unsaid
I once had a spine, but it's now just a willow
Long after the willow's will is dead

I love you Amy, it said
Spray painted in red
Against cement decay
I relive that day
We drove under the bridge
Where people happen to live
I remember how they lay
I asked were things okay
You lied to me of course
Deciet parenthood forced
I can still see love's display  
I'm sure it's there today