oh purposeful mistakes
draped in devistating grace
I waited at your door
just waiting for escape.

quietly tenderly take me in
Take me in so I may sin
Sin so I can live again
Live so I can finally end

cloak me in your greatest gaffe
excite me wildly with your traits
stroke emotions raw with charm
no second thought, not even alarm

You have me won.
I've become numb.
What have I done
Oh what have I done

Breathe in
And count to 10
My face becomes the rose
That the Circus Animals gained
While performing in the apartment
That seemed completely white and green.

Roly-polies couldn’t roll better so we can’t stop
Laughing when the mad hatter becomes the
Musician on a borrowed keyboard
And I’m covered in apologies
Lean near the screen
Breathe out

What I'd rather do…

Paint all day

Write late at night

Move to the beach

Or the mountains

Have an unsteady job

Travel

Travel

Travel

Eat sushi

Forget education

From the school system

And read every sort of book

Learn French

Let my hair grow

Back to its natural color

Only wear lipstick

And nothing else

And start loving my life

Exactly how it is now.

I could see you on that bench
In the cold
After the rain
A note book, your music
Some smokes if you did.
Hair long, face unshaved
Soul tortured by something unnamed

You see me how I want to be seen
You see me for who I want to be

I can see you
In that chair
Face contemplative
Compassion unhidden behind those eyes
You count the sparrows in the sky
And I wait expectantly
For that smile

You take me from my greatest fears
You save me from myself

I saw you
When you would first ignite my soul
Unafraid of vulnerability
I learned who I am
By holding your hand
While you traced the lines
That would tell our lives

Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful soul
Tilting your head to laugh at your shoes

When you hold me
I’m no longer dead
As we play tag,
Without the running away
And killing restlessness
Is the best decision made
If it brings me close to you

Everyone just wants to be seen.
I see you, always you

dancing
she's the ballerina
she played when she was five
spinning
down the silver pole
sand would get into her eyes
lipstick
red, like mother wore
now heels fit without kleenex
fingers
graze along her thigh
rents covered till month next.

...how often do I simply try to get by..
And when was the last time I appreciated the pain
Or his laugh
Is life really composed from magazines
God, lets not be silly
I take and I take
I’m the sort
Who hates myself
When I pass too many red leaves
Without picking one up
I’m not scared
To trip on shoe laces
I just don’t want them to get dirty
And the breath on the cold glass
Made me twist inside
My lips still remain
Pressed invisibly in that shade
I’d chew on my smile
For the sake of saving a pen
And I wish I’d smell more flowers
And try to laugh a little harder
And be unafraid to be myself.

Unlike the imagined
Forever indefinable
At least for me.

Life is
The emotion that rises in me
When yellowed leaves
Race toward the ground.

Life is
The child jumping up and down
While parents laugh
In symphonies.

Life is
That backlit ally
With Lovers against walls
Next to garbage cans

Life is
Waiting for the car to strike
And begging God
You’re forgiven

Life is
A million dollars
From the biology degree
And a company of shrimp

Life is
The cut along my finger
That pounds through my body
When squeezed with lime

Life is
The photo in the gallery
That makes me linger
For no reason other than
...The hope for explanation...