(2013)
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
I put in my headphones To listen to songs And I listen to sad things Which tend to make me cry And I listen to screaming
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
I’m like one of those people Who says that music is my soul Except it’s not Because music is meaningful And music drowns out noise
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies