The worst thing we could think abo… Is that our tooth and nail don’t c… That we could bite and scratch and… And not make difference at all I hate to say, that will happen

It’s really hard to get inside My inner circle, past my spies But if you think it’s worth a try You just might find a paradise

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold

I see a bee pollinate a flower I see a girl dance to her favorite… I see two men swing and dissolve I see a wolf thin a herd I see You, being You, just to be…

It’s quite a process To create a person

Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed

I think I’ve found the reason why I threw my gut instincts aside You had a crazy, fucked up song You made me sing I knew was wrong But now, thank God, I’ve seen the…

I don’t see much the future I don’t remember past I only know this present A gift, that too, shall pass

My soul knew that I can’t accept A fucked up view or perspective So threw me to the darkest pit To let my love be beacon lit

Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight

I thought that she Could be the one I thought that we Were having fun And then I spoke

I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted