We are Calendars

I will be Saturday
you will Sunday
count down the days til the weekend

But today I am Tuesday
not a me-and-you day
I had too much to say,
so our weekend blew away

but tomorrow I'm a new day

For Wednesday is a cleansed day
breathe in, hold it, let it out slow
and Thursday? such a blursday
time travels when I let myself flow
if Friday is a cry day
use it, write it, dance it out
cause the week's end is when the weak mend,
only then will Saturday and Sunday come about

one nine

Forget-me-nots
Regret the knots
But no matter what’s said
We’ll share a twin bed
Cause laughing, dancing, just being with you
More than fills the spaces in my head
Too much ahava for one bunkbed to handle
So we’ll separate like flame and candle
A thin wall apart
We knock 3 times
(Good night, other part!)
Our rituals are rhymes
Right brain, left brain
Different but the same
I’m just a verse to your refrain
But we’ll always harmonize to the same song
First sentences to first duet, connected all along
The root of the root of sixteen is two
The two of us are shades of purple, not blue-
The most human color is that of the ocean
Where we float, summertime, despite all commotion
Lyss and Elle went up the hill to fly a pretty kite
Lyss fell down, but wouldn’t frown
For they had a witty night
Full of slams, photos, and whole wheat crust
The moon shined down as they shook some dust
And that’s why yin and yang are always a must
Because you never know what life might thrust
So after 19 years of having blood thicker than water
We still balance out like a teeter-totter
When I’m up in the air, you’ll never stand
But if you did, and I fell, all I’d need is your hand

Alphabetically speaking,

Always a Bit of a Confession
Depending on Evolution of Feelings
Guarantees Her Intensity
not through Jealousy, but Kindness
Love, and Mind is
Not Openly his
(it's all hers)
check your Pulse
Quietly a Rhythm Stirs
Together in Unison
Veins pump, a heart Whirs
X marks the spot
Why are their no cures?
Zip up the memories til all fades, except blurs

On hearing voices

Have your voice taken away and oh, you'll learn to use it
Don't let your choice be taken away, yet don't abuse it
Listen to the words inside your head,
but don't let them call it bipolar
Play the game, take your meds
Like any good rock n' roller
know: the only cool system is solar.

Some ideas creep into a dream, you leap outta bed
Wispy thoughts may seem: pink, purple, or red
An exposed moonbeam
can reveal thoughts once thought to be dead
What others may deem
holds nothing to what your mother has said.

Slam me out of my sleep
I won't ask twice
Show me a phrase to forever keep
It would be more than nice
This girl knows how to leap
so follow this here advice.

Without passion ethos, pathos, & logos are nothing
Passionless souls rely solely on bluffing
Harness your energy, focus, and wit
If you ever lose your voice, go out and find it.

On being awake

Vividly vivacious moments aflutter
within me, let loose through flustered stutter
All around me rain echos within the gutter
Resonating mummer, the spout's spider listens
Spring became summer, the dewey grass glistens
In several hours, that's where the kids will be kissin'
Aged 14 and 16, they cling to what the world's missin'
But what happens in between? What does time take?
A dark world becomes clean, ripples surge through the lake
A grey world becomes green, an earth's tremor will quake
There's time to learn what things mean, lying laying awake