"Above it all I see nothing,
And below I see you.

As I slip you laugh, and I watch yellow wrap around my hands.
How is it so? That i know
You'll leave?

I've been waiting so long for things to slid farther and if's happened.
The blue is lifting my legs.
I'm dying don't you know?


Your off again,
I'm home again. It's all falling into place.
Can't some one wake me from my frozen state, no apparently not.

Green is coming and I'm pressing my hands to my ears.
This is not happening, all voices are failing and i'm still siting against my wall screaming.

The sheets are off my bed, and you are no where in sight,
They minutes are off the clock, where are you to set time staight?

The waves are coming again, and they roll over me too, there is no stopping now. Prevention like taking a pill, I've lost the package and given in.


Burnt orange from the days I layed in the sun. It's peeling back all the layers. The bricks are gone.

I'm going to lay, fall, copy and shape. Babe take me from these jaws and make me better, please tell me you know I'm sick. "


I wish i could still write.
Any way, I'm sick, and tired, and i want my boyfriend. But to hell if i'm gonna admit anything of the sort directly to anyone.

It's all about beign strong righto? false i suppose, anyway,
I have a horse show this weekend, and then another long week of school, i'm still trying to figure out where the hell this school year went, and how i ended up in such a good place, because god knows i shouldn't be here. In such a happy, good place, i guess i should count my blessings, and be very thankful for them. But that's never been my sunshine style.


Ima take some codein laced cough meds tonight, sleep and sleep. and be ready for the weekend, and my show, and do my homework. okay.





Such a balancing act
over looking such a deep pool
with wondering
eyes
and broken
vines
as i stand i can not tell
why on either side i try so hard
and i wonder what the
eyes
and
vines
hav e to say about my stumbling pace,

wings break from my wondered arms
and i lift above the tattered rope
all the bones are whole
and my beating
bleeding
has not gone in vain

because i am in my perch singing. oh, how you don't need sympathy for this bird.

anymore.