O’er the crest of the hill
Came hence a cry so shrill,
That with darting eyes
I searched the skies
1. She walks in silence, like the pond
of glass-like top and hidden angst;
And all that's true and false will bond-
will join with joy and pain and thanks:
I’m not stuck between a rock and a hard place
I’m in a pit, a pit from which you can’t see God’s face
There’s no getting out on my own, I’m stuck here forever
I tried climbing the sides but I fall right back in.
The Man on his Bus and Me in my Car
He looks down at me, we're Frozen in Time.
I look down at him, not in the same way.
It's true I feel sorry seeing the dude,
When | you look at me...
...here's what I see:
a world without hate,
It's like I got fired, my time card expired.
It's like we were talking but got disconnected.
It's like I was swimming then someone pulled the plug.
It's like we were talking but got interrupted.
are my eyes communicating to you? ?
because they ARE crying out loud.
so am i jealous of him and her? ?
-Emotions in a Blender-
she tag him, so he kiss her.
Cut up, mixed around-once more
Who is that on the dance floor? ?
my mind is churning
resisting the urge
to reach out to you
so won't you instead
get it out. get it over with.
let them know. let them look amiff.
what I wrote-it is what I feel.
understand: you're not past the peal.