Notice

that girl, the one locked up in her room
staring at the four colorful walls
of her dimly lit space
is not me.

see that one- with her face in a book
clinging to its every word because
she feels as if she’s reading her own story
that can’t be me

notice the girl with nothing left
in her eyes yet what she did last night
is written on her face, for all to see
at least it feels that way… to me

I’m that girl,
the one who hides in her room
and wastes her time searching cyber space
as if she can be found in the spectra

see that one is me
with her headphones on
blaring out reality
as if it will make a difference


notice the girl with nothing left
in her eyes yet what she did last night
is written on her face, for all to see
at least it feels that way… to me

Inside Me

I have a few unfinished stories
and hundreds of rhyme schemes.
I have thousands of metaphors to convey my emotions
and millions of words at my disposal.
I have similes, irony, allegory, alteration, imagery
and I have tragedy! silent…deadly…sinful tragedy,
but most of all I have hope.

How Much

Is it in the lives that I save
and the moments I truly live-

is it the tests I pass
and the bad choices I fail to make-

or is it how many times I make it out alive
that define my life?


What weighs more-the tears of joy,
or weeping sorrow from my eyes-

at the end of the day,
is it how many times I smiled,

or the smiles I put on the faces of others
that measures the size of my heart?

Am I a martyr for those I love,
or a mere coward-

and if burden be my destiny
is it how much I can carry

or how far I take it
that shows you how strong I am?

End of the Line

and I could have sworn it was you
throwing rocks at my window
but when I looked outside
no one was there

and I could feel you laying next to me
with your arms holding me tight
but when I opened my eyes
you were no where in site

and now I know you’re not here
but I wish I could call
in order to hear your voice and fall asleep
with you on the other end of the line

Bad Day

the alarm was calling but I was too tired to wake
my eyes were rolling to the back of my head
the sun wasn’t even up for goodness sake

the alarm was yelling but I was too cold to make it out of bed
it’s almost an hour later
‘one more minute’ was what I said

I finally muster up the energy to stand
ten minutes to get ready
I was damned

and that’s how the day went
pardon my French, but I was fucked from the start
from the moment I woke it was a day full of torment

for a while the day was fine
I might even consider it good
until a note was slipped into a hand of mine

in short the it went something like this
Joli, I love you, but you’ve changed
I was filled with confusion, my mind amiss

then there was the broken lock
and some stolen belongings
my fist made that locker rock

I was really shaken
when my cell phone was submerged in water
and the computer chips were fried like bacon  

now like I said, my day sucked
but I told you from the beginning
that I was fucked.

Summer Good-byes II

We watched as waves crashed on land
One more day
as we dug our toes into the sand
the sky, a mournful gray
it was just as perfect as we had planed
a moment I wish to replay
our own summer dreamland.
but I let it get away.

Tomorrow it’s back to school
I’ll take a breath and close my eyes
it’s back to the good ol’ golden rule
watch as the moon rises
damn, sometimes it could be so cruel
inhale, exhale, remembering to breathe, no surprises
the days are getting cool.tonight I will say my summer good-byes.