Journaling

Talks

Your voice rises as you get emotional and yet you forget to feed your robot a coin to pay

Skips are calmer and thought out in a, we’ll get through this sort of way

Your tiring voice like a shitty song playing on and on

Talking about the same quarrels over and over

Like you’re trying to wear them out

I'm waiting for time to kill

I can’t wait for my future

Except for the bills

Making me broke

I'm going to choke

On air

Dare

Repeat

Take a seat

With rare rests

In this home of a nest

Going fast, fast, fast, which I think is boring

You need dynamics in your pointless argument

You need to put down some sort of hard flooring

Trying to make a point with your pointless, unneeded voice

You're trying too hard like a coal miner with a death wish darker than soot

Get new material! Stop using old artifacts of the ancient Egyptian empire covered in dust

You make things more dramatic than an entire theater with all the living parts of a stage fight

I'm sitting back mouthing words and hoping you are illiterate in the lip reading of me about to bite

New Neighbors

Sweep sweep

I can hear you sweeping at 11 at night

And I like it

I felt like I was the only awake at this time in the world

All alone

Trying to figure out how the world works

But your bristles whispered a sweet lullaby to my ear

And it sang of frustration and hard work

And the classic evil shadows that lurk and try to get to me

The only one left

To feel the weight of the unknown variables

Trying to make sense of my senseless senses and poorly formed sentences

Shweep shweep

Maybe you are nesting

Maybe I want to be resting and in bed

I bet the garage light is on while you sweep

And I bet it looks warm

From my calculated cold point of view

Your Insults Are Shitty

Your insults are shitty

But I'm wittier. Why?

Because I belong to the comeback committee

You’ve changed your way

You were kidding before but now you mean what you say

And for reasons, I stay

I'm a willing fool

Just to be somewhat cool

In my uncool way of being uncruel

The volume on my thoughts is too loud

It's like a big obnoxious crowd

But I like it loud and I'll wear my thoughts like a stereo system, proud

You keep trying to put me in my spot

But you're not

Because I don’t have one, so you might want to change that thought

Rubbing yourself like an eraser in my face

Wont erase,

Me and my bigger, better chase

You make sure that I know that I'm annoying and gross

Maybe you need to up your none existent dose

Or have your fire put out with a fire hose

Because you aren’t doing it for my own good

You're not being a friend how a friend should

In this type of hood

I thought you knew that we have to stick together

Just like how I made your essay better

I try to give you all but you choose to wear her sweater

Superhero

A superhero is someone who has strength Not super stretchy length

Strength is when someone else can put themselves in back of you In other words they put you first, that’s what they do

Superheroes are ordinary people Not the ones that have a cape and are flying over the church steeple

Superheroes are caring They are never judging you and staring

The medics that show up at a fair Just so everyone is safe, no outside facing underwear

Superheroes have courage but still fear I don’t blame them, they don’t have the head gear

The ones that rather compassion Over fashion

The ones that are brave Everyone they can’t always save

This is reality, some of the innocents are dead Some go unfed

Who are your superheroes? I hope that you answer doesn’t start with a zero

Wash Away Wash On

Let the rain,

Let it roll off your back

drip drip away your pain

Before you hit the sack

  It's alright to let it go

Don't be embarrassed to cry

Rain is warm, cold is snow

After you'll be able to dry

  Snowy cold

Trust me you want to be warm

You'll fill your cracked mold,

Your chipped, poor form

  Don't fall asleep with an open mouth

You'll surly drown

Keep on hitch hiking south

I should have known that to happen it was bound

  Well I must not lose time

I have to keep moving

If you drive to me to Texas I'll give you my only dime

To myself I do the proving

  To keep myself going I keep my belongings light

Are you on my tail?

Sorry but you, I still don't trust quite

Please stay here don't bail

  It's has little to do with you at all

Please just wait and stay

Are you here to catch me or will I hit rock bottom at full force when I jump then fall?

I'm really sorry it might be a long delay

Opposites

5:55 at still not, alone

The sun is coming up

And I’ll see it down again

As the day gets brighter

The darker my day gets

If I'm walking uphill

That does not mean I am not going downhill

And if I'm in the eye of the hurricane,

That does not mean from the storm I am free

The higher I get, the lower I sink

The more I wait for the perfect moment

The faster it will pass because I am a small, white, rodent

A rodent so quiet it forgot to squeak

A shrugging girl so quiet she forgot to speak

Tempting, as it may be, I'm too tired to argue with your opinion

Scenery flashing by as I try to run on my legs of rubber molasses

Frustration drips down my face and my body

When I run from my problems I am running right into their tangled arms

Living away from them, they get bigger

Living with them, I go crazy claustrophobic

I want stars; I want the moon’s blood

I do not want to be lonely but I want to be alone

In Galaxies Of Snow

In galaxies of snow

You were blinded

You said I opened your eyes

But you are still near and far sided

You were lost in your own galaxy,

In fact you still are

And you have to rescue yourself,

From the fact that I live with part of a star

The sky with a blue tint

And the bright grey,

Did they not give you a hint,

That I need physical space on some days?

You are all touchy-feely

I’d prefer just being and you just being

You are all lovey-dovey

That you're just not seeing

I know that everyone shows love differently

You need to focus on yourself more,

Rather than focusing on what my lips feel like

I'm starting for the door

You seem to like the idea of this broken relationship

But it’s taken its toll,

With you, literally being attached at the hip

You need to get over yourself

In the way that you need to know every conversation

That has the slightest relation to me and you

But you think you need to know

Even if you already knew

Similarly to the whispers of your parents you don’t need to know about

The whispers of what they personally believe

And if they are wrong, you will try to correct them like a toddler while you pout

In galaxies of snow, you are unrightfully playing a selfish god as a child

You do that by saying, “You should totally let me hold your hand”

And you thought it was funny

But you can’t make me land,

And I'm so sorry that you cannot fly without money!

Fire

Burning, tired anger

What am I doing with this stranger?

The world on fire, is a danger

Let it burn My existence is a shout into the void

I came out irritated and annoyed

Talking and joking just to avoid,

The fact that the world is on fire Live and burn

It’s always my turn

Why can’t I learn?

It’s because I’m trying not to catch a fire Teachers make me fail

Dietitians make me eat lousy kale

I’ll never stop listening to the storm with the hail

In order to mute the crackle of the flame I don’t need saving

But the charred roads need a new paving

But for Sara I’ll try to keep braving

I’m not brave; I’m just immune to the burn I can’t send mail

I think I’m made out of puppy dog tails

Not sugar and spices that you can buy in pails

Red, orange, yellow, blue Where are you mystery one?

The world is now the sun

Living in hell with no where to run

What moment did the world catch fire?

Was It?

Was it the bread

That got to your head?

Or was it the butter

That made you stutter?

Maybe you think it was the salt

That made it your fault

I know that the berries

Didn't make you marry

But what was your deal

With the oatmeal?

Was the grapefruit too tart?

Maybe it’s why you had to fart

You gave a nickel

For a fried pickle

Maybe the pie

Was the reason that it felt like you were going to die

I mean the honey

Did seem to taste a little funny

Did the steak

Give you a stomach ache?

Was it the chicken soup

That made you have to go poop?

Or was it the icing on the cake

That made your stomach break?

All’s Not Lost

All's not lost

Until I have lost my mind

Now I will write

Into the night As if I am some sort of time lord

I will write

Until I feel alright

A poet’s tailbone

Is where they keep their tales

My tailbone is tired

I shall steal my sleep

From tomorrow

I am a true night time poet

With dry, tangled hair

Who knows where I’ll be able to take myself

Some is lost

And I'll admit that I fucked up

But I can almost trust

That this shall continue

I shall continue on this journey

That is full of losing

And gaining