YOU ARE AMAZING

do words mean less if too many people hear them?
is any thought more valuable if only one person thinks it?
is art more original if only a few get to enjoy it?
are lyrics less powerful if everyone knows the artist?
is any person less amazing because they have met too many people?

No.

It is a great disservice to deny the world any part of the amazing person that you are, or the amazing things you have done and have yet to do.

i am better for having known you
the world is better because you are in it
be yourself
now is the time to be who you always knew you were meant to be
the world needs you
no matter your age
you are too young
and too loved
to have settled on living a miserable life.
cutting yourself off from the world
cutting your life short
using shyness and fear as excuses
these things are wrong
and harmful
to you
to the world.
happiness and originaly are all arround you
let them be in you.
reach the full extent of your potential
how you do it
is up to you
but start now
be amazing
the world is waiting

MY FAVORITE MEMORY

i think of you in january
and what we coud have been
the song i sing and think of you
i say i wrote for him
years pass by as years they do
all chances now seem grim
a light of hope that glimered once
is almost out and dim

but in it's smouldering ashes left
a coal that burns for you
it keeps me warm in january
when i'm feeling blue
and when your thoughts are filled with smoke
and life's left you with no clue
the smoke is from that smouldering coal
that burns within you too

the cold sea air ignights our coals
and sets our souls on fire
for every year in january
the north wind brings desire
when it's cold i think of you
breath heavy and perspire
every smile laugh or thought
is something i admire

one day life's wind will blow our sails
and crash our ships on sand
we'll meet upon that rocky shore
lock eyes and join in hands
i think of you in january
and marvel at life's plan

GOOD RIDDANCE

Will You Even Say Goodbye?
the ones who taught us how to live
the ones who taught us how to "die"
just drive away and leave us here
... or maybe you should fly...

looking in your rear view mirror
will you even breath a sigh?
remember times we laughed together
as we ruled the world on high
and when that world came crashing down
as it was built on lie.

trickery and deceipt still linger,
in the broken hearts of her- and i
you left our souls and now our forms
Will You Even Say Goodbye?

WHAT I'VE LEARNED AFTER 25 YEARS

the ones who say "i sin no more"

are the ones that you let stay

the ones that frown and shrug it off 

are the good ones who behave

but i can only tell the truth

as you send me to my grave

you're teaching me the truth is void

you're teaching me to lie

the one who says it's her not me

is the one who gets the raise

i know my strengths and weaknesses 

yet you put me in a daze

you say the fault is never yours

because that's the phrase that pays

you're teaching me the truth is void

you're teaching me to lie

when you say i am the one to blame

step back and take a look

i only want to show i care 

and be an open book

but telling only truth to you

makes me the evil crook

you're teaching me the truth is void

you're teaching me to lie

WAITING FOR GINA TO COME HOME

project runway marathon

being this judgemental is really exhausting

...hope i'm burning calories

bad seam work

terrible butt ruffle

black swan!

ca-sa-no-va!

over caffinated

angry heart palpatations

kitchen is a mess

i gained ten pounds from the rizzoto

...with bacon

waiting for you to come home

my eye balls are burning

i turned off all the lights 

and turned up the ticking sound on all the clocks

i have to sleep

text me later

LIVE FULL

i better live fast,
because i might die young.

so many hours of unaccounted time
so many words with unaccounted rhyme
every moment here is fleeting
every moment death i'm cheating
shallow breath but still heart beating.

beating beating steady heart
i never knew- you were the broken part
knees are weak and ankels too
but joints can't turn my face to blue
ache and pain felt in my soul
but beating heart- you had the hole

every moment here is fleeting

every moment death i'm cheating.

fill life's cup to the very brim

forget these words that are so grim

and say it now in pen and tongue

i better live fast, 

because i might die young.

I'M NOT A FAN

celing fan?
i need a man.
one who can install a celing fan.
celing fan?
i'm not a fan.
today i'm a woman with the skills of a man.
well, any man that i've ever dated...
the very same skills that i've berated.

i'm unable to install.
celing fan- you're my downfall.
clean up my mess it's over now,
put back together, well, i did somehow.

it looks okay but it doesnt work,
 i need the help of some wiry jerk.
a jerk that will intall a fan,
i can't do it. i need a man.
damn.

SLOUCHING COUCH

tears, slouch, frown, drown...

maiden in an old stone crown.

all the walls and floors are brown-

all the walls and floor in town.

all the trees and grass are brown-

all the trees and grass in town.

heavy crown and heavy frown-

i wear them in the old brown town.

heavy crown and heavy frown-

i'm drowning in a sea of brown,

i'm browning in a sea of frowns,

crushed underneith my heavy crown.

slouching on an old brown couch-

tears and frown befriend my slouch,

tears from pain but not from "ouch,"

pondering- on my slouching couch.

brown is plain and brown is dead,

my crown of thoughts is heavy lead,

my thoughts too heavy if unsaid,

heavy thoughts stuck in my head,

heavy crown leap from my head,

and rest- my mind- in unbrown bed.