Poker Face

You know how it goes.

The grass grows green,

and the sky seems blue.

The little girl tries,

An old man dies.

The war breaks out,

and a dove breaks loose.

The rich man stands tall,

A dreaming boy feels small.

It all seems so sure,

and there's a hole in the wall.

The little boy smiles,

An old woman sits among piles.

Chaos on the run,

and optimism wiggles in.

The girl's heart soars,

He always hits closed doors.

The grass grows green,

the sky seems blue.

Which one are you?

You know how it goes.

#1

When all the stars
fall out of the sky,
and the black cloack falls over
us,
you should know that
the grass isn't green,
the sky isn't blue,
and when I run,
it's because I'm searching for you.
It was the Diamonds I left there too.

And when the stars
fall out of my sky,
and the fog settles in
my
mind,
you should know that
all I wanted

was for
you to understand.
It was a need that
cut me to the core
The one that left Diamonds shattered on the floor.

Mardi-Gras

It's funny how
(things happen, people change but)
life always goes
on.

(There's a reason for everything,)
If you look hard enough,
you can find the beauty
(No matter how horrible it may seem)

Sometimes, it seems to hard to
see ut, but beauty surrounds us,
(Each day is a gift.)

--Everything has a stary--

--Sometimes you have to read
between the lines-.

(deaf)initions.

To run through
(jello):
a sweet treat sometimes like
(life):
actually more like
(sour milk):
lumpy and bumpy as
(me):
the undifinable word that will
(speak):
pouring out my
(heart):
beats but doesn't
(feel):
pain, saddness, a friend's understanding.
(happy):
a lforgotten way
to (live):
Something that is a mystery without
(you):
my other half.

Say Goodbye To The World You Thought You Lived In.

I'm in the middle of the ocean,
bobbing up and down
and it's salty.
Oh wait, I'm in my bedroom.

I'm in the control room,
looking at all the levers
and they control my life.
Whoever pulled the levers tonight should be shot.

I'm on a chairlift,
your arm is around me and i'm smiling
so my heart beats fast.
Oh wait, that's just a photograph.

I'm on the phone
crying silently as we talk.
I say goodbye, you say whatever.
Oh no. This is reality.

So my grip slips,
I land hard
on the marble floor
and the coffee spills all over
a wwhite shirt
but that's the least of my worries
because right now I'm running
spinning in circles.
The good is gone,
music plays in the back of my mind.
tears stream down,
scream now.

But, that's okay because this can't be real.


Oh, but it is.

It's really not funny how that works out.

At Least The Birds Sing

If there were
eyes
Stuck in the
skies
That looked down in
awe
At everything they
saw,
Would they smile after all these
years?
Or would they cry such bloody
tears?

Two Meanings

If we were to

(run)

we would

(skip)

through the fields

(,whispering)

time stops here

(,maybe,)

we'd have the time of

(our lives)

are wooshing by too

(fast_)

hope makes us

(last)

place isn't so bad considering

(the circumstances)

are only half of the battle it's the

(reaction)

)choose.(

Consult the Washing Machine

The world slips slowly from view,
I lose my grip.
Fall away.
Want to know the future?
The washing machine knows best.

Spin Cycle.

I've been here before and I'm
here now,
and for sure,
I'll be here again
No it will never
end
faster now,
pick up speed,
faster faster faster,
going 'round faster,
I
fall
down,
NOT FAIR
I scream as I'm pushed
and pulled
away from what I know and
who I was
and my past
oh the past!
It comes back,
don't you know?
Beware, beware,
it's one big circle!
So ha ha ha, Life,
I've figured you out,
you can stop this cruel joke now.
No?
Not fair.
Faster faster
it should end now
faster faster,
Tumbling around,
what's up?! What's down?!
I thought I knew but I don't so
faster faster,
faster faster,
faster faster,
I fall down.
faster faster,
faster faster,
faster faster
And abruptly it Ends.

Ding.

Pizza's ready.

A Not-So-Pleasant Walk In The Woods

When the brain gives up,
the heart takes over.
I've learned that's how it goes.

And you have this sick need
to -s-ingle me o-ut.
I say why, w-hy, wh-y
w-hat did I do to y-ou?
I can't remember.

So I wander through the woods,
used to be on a path.
You pushed me off.
(But I fought, by the way.)
I just wasn't as strong as I thought I was.

Meander I do,
twist and turn,
looking for the path again.
It's gone, or hidden from my view.
(Or something.)
Because I can't find it.

I'm lost.
I'm lost.
I'm lost.

You're just mean.
Because I am going to be something?
Because I am different?
Because I am me?
W-ell I g-ot n-ews f-or y-ou.
I will be something.
I will always be different.
I will always be me.

All you're ever going to be is mean.

You're mean.
I'm lost.
I'm lost.

Aren't you lost to?
Lost sight of what to do?
Where did you lose your way?
You're just like me.
(Dreadful thought, I know.)
We're both lost.
Are we that different?

You're mean.
You're lost.
You lost me too.

This is me feeling. Not
thinking.


If we work together, maybe we could
un-cover th-e pa-th.
We-'re lo-st.
lo-st.
I gave up (trying to reason)


When the brain gives up,
the heart takes over.
That's how I've learned it goes.