compatibility

tell me your story and I just might tell you mine
not the watered down version, either
("I wasn't myself, but now everything's fine!")
I could talk, I could listen, or neither
but I have secrets on the tip of my tongue
and your eyes tell me you do as well
there are stories in me that want to be sung
when you look in my eyes, could you tell?
see, I twist my rings too much
am afraid to be touched
and can live on a latte and a prayer
my thoughts are reckless and free
but they're locked with no key
except your curiosity, if only you'd care
so let's sit for awhile til our words form a pile
right between us, perfectly round
our stories no longer separate, all our lost thoughts now found

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

Mud Pies

The dust has only just begun to fall.

Shake it up. Don't let it settle.
One small hiccup and gold turns to metal
A glitch of a fuck up and steam streams from the kettle
Do you need a cookie? Or maybe a medal?
"Don't look for proof that everything's okay"
"Don't be a goof, you'll be sorry one day"
"Don't act aloof, the earth is real- not just clay"
So ground yourself. In the earth you should play
You once made mud pies from it
You swam in its valleys
You sculpt castles from mere sand and water
Anything you say can affect someone's daughter
Stand up firmly in the clay and realize
that your eyes see what they want to
Don't try to finalize one decision
just when everyone thinks you're about to
Don't let anyone make an incision
just when the past was behind you
Don't let evaporate your vision
Just cause a friend is blinded blue
There's such thing as fusion and fission
But that don't mean you should wait your cue

The best cues are often those unscripted.

Passion Poem

Everything is going to the beat, and everything is going
So bring me to my willing feet, and everything is glowing
My senses sting confined to a seat, my limbs yearn for showing
and telling -not yelling.
I'll sing you something sweet, a song that is all-knowing
Lyrics cling to what is fleet, yet the words keep flowing
And will ring through the ears they meet, who knows where these words are going.
But words will wing one off his feet, as lyrics seem to be sewing
invisible wounds (made by mere buffoons)
Like a king accomplishing a feat, the beat is powerful and knowing
Everything is going to the beat, and everything is going.

(Inspired by Passion Pit)

Kitchen Table Ramblings (pt. 1)

Well well well.
College can be heaven/hell.
It's all about your attitude, keep a rad mood
focus on those books but look outside those binds
cause real learning comes from the funky wiring of your mind
Well well well.
My college was social and academic heaven- IS heaven-
but I have to say "was" because I decided to take the semester off.
Jersey girls always know when to come home and where they're needed.
Don't freak, don't spaz, just understand that this 18 year old (almost 19) knows knows knows all too well well well exactly how to turn a situation right here? into the opposite of hell. How am I doing? Well.
Well well well.

Power of Parenthesis

A thought that may always reoccur:
The difference between me and her?
When it came to him, I never settled.
(Maybe settling is the smarter way
just never give your heart away
those three words- don't start to say
cause you'll cast yourself a part to play
when truth is, you'll grow apart one day.
So the heart I wear is still on a chain
some try to grasp it, but always in vain
cause my mind's always on the next train
concocting a satisfying verse or refrain
that can temporarily ease my clouded brain)
Thoughts like that always yield ones unspoken
too revealing, too raw, and too broken
doomed to parenthesis in some poem
containing words that she'll never show (him)