Joe Shmoe

Cheeks stay dry when the world's upside down
I'm wearing my hands on my face,
letting the flood slip between shaking fingertips
Funny how, when things go wrong
I end up on my back
The floor will do just fine when weak knees
give way.
Fighting back with fire in the bottom of my belly
Everyone's a poet when their chest
is cleaving in two
Overreactions into metaphors
Insecurities rhyme.
Pour your pain into a stanza.
If you really mean it... no one will point out
how shitty
the inside
of your heart
looks on paper.
I'm trying so hard to grow wings for you.

To Mena

Silly memories of clutching trees
Rays of cute and sexy knees
Cupid one and Cupid two
BFF through and through
It seems it was so long ago
Photographs, the memories show
And though your locker's next to mine
You hardly stop just to say hi
It seems the sister I thought I had
Moved farther away than just her dad's
Did you grow up? Or I dumb down?
Is it because I'm leaving town?
I hope that none of this is true
I'm all democratic, missing you
But if our friendship's really done
I want you to know that I had fun
And should you meet the fate of a moose
Know I'm here till the gooses are loose
:)

All Right

i know
you've heard
these words
before.
i'm lost
and scared
and i
implore
that you
could find
it in
your heart
to save
me from
the cold
deep dark
inside
my head
where i
must hide
where all
the hopes
and tears
i've cried
collect
and there
they are
in case
i need
to re-
member
your face
i'll lock
it up
down deep
inside
with all
my hopes
and tears
i've cried
there with
old mem-
ories
it stays.
the co-
lors fade
and turn
to grays.
as time
and lack
of use
begin
to take
away
what i
forget
i don't
want that
to be
the case
don't dare
to turn
away
your face
i'll see
you 'til
the end
of time
if hope
will grant
this wish
of mine.

Naked

*~ Okay, you don't have to tell me. I know this is bizarre. But bear with me~*

The air chills my skin.
I really should put some clothes on.
But I like the way it feels
to just be naked.
You know?
Nothing on.
Just standing there.
I don't feel the need to impress
anyone.
When I'm all alone.
And naked.
It's just me.
Perfect in my own skin.
Sheltered by my four walls.
I just stand there.
Naked.
And I tell my reflection,
"You're beautiful.
You know?"
And my reflection smiles.
And then the moment passes.
I layer on insecurities with the clothes.
Go on into the world.
Knowing that underneath my
stuffy insecurities
and socks,
I am beautiful.
And naked.

Tension

Time,
like breath,
clings to the walls.
sweats with anticipation.
The muscles
on your shoulders
shift beneath the heavy tshirt
that I am imagining away.

Longing

Longing for you to hold me,
wishing that you'd call.
Jumping toward the hallucination
that you'll be there to break my fall.
Watching as you're standing there
across spaces far too great.
Dreaming of making things better
but knowing I'm too late.

They Would Be Lyrics...

... If I Could Finish The Song.

And I'm losing myself in my own reflection
Shedding the mask that would be my protection
Like a cruel joke, I fell for you
and you delivered the punchline right on cue.
There is no one for me.

Unknown

Under my skin,
a fever I keep.
There is something inside
that longs to be free.
Like a live wire,
buried under inches of snow
No one dares to touch
No one wants to know.
My emotions are roiling
like clouds before a storm
There is a war brewing
'twixt head and heart I've been torn.