I don't believe in beliefs;
I believe in cycles instead
to toss and turn into wisdom,
live and learn from, until then:
everything is a learning experience
and comes with a subtext that
if I can get through this,
it won't be forever.
When the lyrics of my favorite songs
won't let me get some dream sleep
I feel comfortable with the beats
in my head syncopating my heart
that someone might compliment,
I like your rhythm.
When the beat drops,
And when it drops off,
I will listen for the melody
of the memory, remembering
it doesn't matter to me if others
can hear the happiness.
It's all inside me and
I'll still be me without
outward music.
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I'm going to live online.
Seduced to sleep
By strategizing baritones
Working their newest MMO.
Can I live online?
I've got a supportive community,
I promise.
People care about me there.
They listen, and they trust me.
My address can be an IP
I can even get laid that way
Within my domain
Where I can control my environment
And I never have to leave my bed.
The glorious thing
About living online?
I can disconnect from reality
And, be warned,
All real-world problems
Are sent straight to spam.
I want to bottle this feeling up
And sell it to myself in the morning
Grossly overpriced with no family discount.
For the status symbol it implies.
I want to be selfish enough to buy it.
With the delusion that if it works
Everything will be better.
Buying it will make all the doubt,
Self-loathing, disgust and mistrust disappear......
I want to bottle this feeling up
And sell it to myself in the morning....
When I'm too stingy to cough up the cash.
So desperate for the love
She couldn't find inside.
She was perfectly willing to throw herself at the stars,
Convinced she could be completely happy
With someone who put her in a nest.
That gilded nest was beautiful,
But a nest none the less.
It just took a shining mirror
To see how it had become a cage.
Resolutely she found the key
And let herself out.
She never noticed how confining it had become
The cage ripped and tore at her feathers and flesh
Until she finally wrenched herself free
To flee as far as she could get
From that awful place.
Along the way,
She found another mirror.
Looking into it....
She found me,
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