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An Unhealthy ConnectionYou expect me to be an adult,
But inside I'm still a child.
You think I have my life planned out,
It's in a jumbled pile.
You say something so innocent,
At least for you it seems.
You set my head spinning
'Cause I don't know what it means.
You make me feel so immature,
You make me think too much.
You hurt me irreversably,
Then use me as a crutch.
You make me feel so lonely,
You make every step unsure.
I'm afflicted, you're my disease,
And I can't find a cure.
I can't picture life without you,
You have me under your command.
You've twisted yourself around me
In ways I can't understand.
You're greedy and you're selfish,
You're with me constantly,
'Cause you think that without you,
I would be incomplete.
I've wanted so long to be free from you,
But I'm really not sure now.
You've become such a big part of me,
How can I let you go?
Thawing OutI am slowly thawing,
It's a long process.
Shedding off layers
So that I can give you access
To what is really inside me,
Everything I've done and seen.
Every thing I've ever thought,
And all the people I have been.
When Everything is Said and DoneA clock is ticking in your head,
Body lying on the bed.
When everything is said and done
No one cares who lost or won.
And when you're buried in the sand
No one needs to understand
Why you've done the things you have,
No need to tell them if they ask.
You had reasons we'll never know.
You decided how far you'd go.
But in the end the things you missed
Were not the people you had kissed.
Leaping ThroughCross your pinky,
Hope to die,
Kiss and tell
As the crow flies.
Float to the moon,
Watch the time go by,
Ask the lonely boy
If he minds.
Take a moonbeam
To the nearest star,
Ask him if he knows
Who you are.
Jump into space
with him in hand,
Say you'll meet him
In the sand.
TimeEverything is different,
Nothing stays the same.
Time is meant to chew us,
To gnaw and bite and maim.
Enough to read the intro,
But not to turn the page.
Life gives us time to worry,
But not enough to change.
As I Grow OlderI've travelled for days in a boat alone,
Floating in the water.
Hoping to find a shore unknown.
I feel I'm growing older.
I'm running out of time,
And I'm afraid of the end,
Afraid of what I'll find
Around the bend.
Afraid of who I'll meet,
And who might try to hurt me.
Afraid of who I am,
And who I soon will be.
So I'll spend my days travelling,
Floating in the water,
Hoping to find a shore unknown.
Because I feel myself growing older,
And I'd rather do that alone.
StormThe sky is white,
The trees are black.
It sounds like the earth
Is being attacked.
The trees are swaying,
The grass is pressed flat.
By the force of the rain pouring down.
And I'm trying so hard not to drown.
Can Your Parents Relate?You, the girl in the corner of your bedroom
That with each passing year since birth
Has had her confidence sold to those that stare
For so much less than it is worth
When it should be a priceless commodity
Especially to a doting dad
Is he not supposed to give to his child
All the things that he never had?
You, the girl in the corner of the classroom
That has forgotten how to smile
Are you tired of being told it’s just a phase
And you’ll snap out of it in a while?
It should be obvious that you are struggling
Especially to a loving mum
As she's already lived through those tearful days
That for you have yet to come
You, the girl hiding in the shadow you cast
Please accept your parent’s flaws
No matter what success or failure you taste
Do not let them be the cause
They created a life in love or in lust
Now nurturing has turned to neglect
A bird feeds her young till the day they can fly
So maybe now you should leave the nest
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right places
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
BirdsThe birds are flaunting their wings by me
Knowing I can't fly.
What a joyful, blissful gift it is
To soar in the sky –
Racing softly through the winds
Up to touch the clouds.
That's the place to look for peace,
More is to be found.
The birds keep piercing through the morning streets
Free of people's vibes.
Reveling in the river's peaceful breeze
I'm only standing by.
Chirping merrily above
They must see best of life,
Making me, the wingless one,
Be glad that I'm alive.
The birds will always frisk across this scene,
Even when I die.
And ungodly hour colors bring
Enlightening sense of life.
No matter what may be,
Birds will be around.
Long as they are here to sing,
You'll be safe and sound.
Schrodinger's CatAm I alive? Or am I dead?
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
Being locked in that dreadful box,
I have become a paradox.
A flask of poison on the floor,
A radioactive source in store,
And a hammer to judge my fate -
Try and define my doubtful state -
Am I alive? Or am I dead?
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
Introspection in a Pale Moon LightAm I a dream of the universe?
A microcosm of the cosmos
A transient flash of memory
Soon forgotten for eternity
Am I a conscious collection of atoms?
Converging together at random
An essence in constant motion
Like a ripple upon the ocean
We are all made of star dust
Born when giant gas clouds combust
In a symphony of the spheres
Free from anxiety and of fears
We are never ending energy
Dancing across the galaxy
From Andromeda to the Milky Way
Like a ballerina in a ballet
DethronedDelicate fingertips were once against my cheek,
as were the smiles that you so affectionately cast towards me.
But then you tossed me into the gaping sea,
and I am no longer a beloved queen to thee.
WordsIt’s when I get my thoughts to rhyme
That I can truly start to see
What has been swirling in my mind,
And then I get to set it free.
A turmoil of chaotic calls
Becomes a desperate, pleading choir
Of thousands of tangled words
Awaiting me to help them thrive.
They cry, and weep, and beg like kids,
Won’t let me drown myself in sleep
Until I give them what they need –
A string of rhythm and sense to grip.
I strive and strive to make them speak
And give them a melodic vibe.
Yet their presence is too weak,
I'm losing hope that they'll survive.
But after stumbling time and time
Again to let them slip away
I start to hear their chime.
I start to see them find a way.
So one by one and step by step
I see them coming up to me.
They join to spin a magic web –
My soul’s true epitome.
And that’s the place they shall remain,
In subtle, fearless accord.
I never thought that I could tame
Such mischievous, capricious words.
So now I’m pacing back and forth
Stone HeartStone Heart
From Heart of Stone by Akela-Nakamura
A heart lost blood long ago
From flesh it turned to stone
It could not know the love we feel
So it lay in a dead chest alone
A heart of stone cannot feel
The love that lies all around
It cannot express that same love
If one day that love is found
A lock, a chain.
Like tired smiles,
Like summer rain.
A kiss on the cheek,
A whistle, a call.
Like moss underfoot,
Like leaves in fall.
A dance without music,
It's precious, it's lost.
Like shards of glass,
Like Winter's frost.
Is fading away.
A harvest moon.
Like a memory,
It's leaving soon.
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