hard to swallow

the girl opened her eyes
as bare feet touched ground.
she walked to the cabinet
and stared with a frown.
gazing at bottles
of yellow, blue, red
choice of daily emoition
she weighed in her head.

its a sad day for me
if my choice is blue
moping and eating
with nothing to do
i'll cry and i'll sleep
no visitors; no calls
depressing thoughts
and bare white walls.

if i choose red
i'll be filled with rage,
bitter hate and fuck your way.
i'll smash and break
i'll scream and yell.
i'll damn the world.
its my personal hell.

if i choose yellow
im sure to find love
its the logical choice
and its been long enough
i can fill my mind with butterflies;
joyfully be hypnotized
as i float through the day
in a lovely trance
i'll sing
i'll spin
i'll hum
i'll dance

the girl couldnt decide
and so she took two;
one of the red
one of the blue.
i feel better with purple right now
she said
'cause when yellow wears off
i would rather be dead

rush

its the rush
that stops us
dead in tracks;
two hearts attack.

heads in clouds but
rips through silver linings
like lightning,
we bolt.
tearing at the speed of sound;
never even left the ground.

life happens backwards;
craves new beginnings
spins perception into thoughts
like hurricanes
funnel through mouths
spitting rain

captured by the rapture
of premature infatuation
or is this calm before the storm
of something real
of something warm.

fall to sixth

face forward
to the wind;
it moves me...
can you feel it?
whispers of the unknown
screaming in my ears
cast tears
from closed eyes.

warming up
is the hardest part
from where we start.
and we're frozen...
yet so sweet
when
drenched with heat;
passion of the unknown.

i grant you the power
of the rising sun
and yet
you let
it set

you think i cant see in the dark
but twilight sharpens my senses

taste
salt
smell
fear.

hear
nothing
feel
more...

fall to sixth
point blank
and reason;
i never lie
to myself

break in to me

i wrote some words
yet none have heard
songs true that sing
inside my soul
its here where i feel whole
but spoken
becomes broken
meaning trapped between my lips
i dont dare whisper...

but write;
seems right

password
lock
key
me
.

tiny little moment

how will i ever know
what i want?
and
what i need?

perhaps
happily after ever
wanting never
needing knowing
is the moment when i'll see.