My Mind is Wild and I cannot Sleep

Sleep eludes me
and my mind is wild

I think on things
beyond my time

Those older envy me
and warn me

My mind is wild
and I cannot sleep

I think only of my future
the way things should be

When I can consolidate
Make my lives into one

The way the future should be
Wild like my mind

Spending my time with the one
who cannot sleep

Tears in my Voice

I need to talk to you,
but I can't right now.
I want you to know how bad I hurt,
but I don't want you to hear
the tears in my voice.

Lost

Just to cry,
to let a little out.
but if I lose much more,
I feel I'll be empty

I've poured myself out
and held myself back
somewhere in the stretching,
the pushing, the pulling,
I've lost something very dear to me

I Don't Understand

How can you hate who you've been,
When, if you'd never been who you were
You could never be who you are?

i want to be angry

not at anyone in particular.
and for no apparent reason.
i just feel like being angry.

but i guess i won't be.
i can't think of a good reason...

your mood is curious...

I want to tell you everything about me.
I want you to know my whole life.
You know me so well, but there is still more.
I want you to be the one I tell.

The Unseen

I am not afraid of the darkness
I am not afraid of the unknown
I am fearful of the unseen

The known, but unseen
You don't know when
You don't know where
You know it's there,
but as of yet remains unseen

Hugs

What is it with these people
always wanting to hug me.
Do you feel it necessary to touch
everyone you come in contact with?
Can you not feel the awkwardness,
the tension? when you touch me.

I oblige you
I let you touch me,
my sacred property.
I 'hug' you.

What would you do,
how would you respond?
if I resisted.
Backed away &
stuck out my hand for a shake.
Would you then oblige me?
No, you'd call me out on it
and pull me in for a tighter
Hug.

Dressed in Black

They walk in all dressed in black
chains garnishing every spare loop.
I stare.
They think:
- another stupid one of them
I smile (to myself)
And think:
. I remember those days.
. All dressed in black
. Shocking the world,
. one person at a time.

Smelt a Memory

You know, they say our sense of smell is most closely related to memories?
Have you ever smelt a memory?
You smell the scent
and suddenly emotion comes rushing
you try to place it
but no picture can be found...

I did not see it
I could not place it
But I know
I have just smelt a memory