I Thought Maybe So

A man told me to sit, tonight, on the great wall that sits between the willow tree and the house behind. And he told me to dig and dig under the graveyard fence. He said I'd find what I wanted, if I looked up at the moon and pray. But I found, nothing on that night but chilly-ness and dread. I can't believe that feeling, that I would soon have it all.

Are you there?

Are you there, are you listening? Are you a person, are you a youth? Are you an animal, are you a woman, are you a man? Are you alive, are you hole, are you well? Are you seeking anything? Are you someone, or something? Are you free, are you happy? Are you content are you sacred? Are you normal, are you cared for...

The House is Silent

The house is so quiet, I can hear my own breath, and hear my heart beat very very fast. And then a creek creek creek from coming down the stairs. I see a black boot on the threshold that wasn't there before. But nothing was there, nothing was there, nothing was there. I reassured myself over and over and over and over. Nothing is there, nothing is there, nothing is there. The house is silent as I walk in. But then, I hear voices from upstairs. I was too scared to walk up the stairs, too frightend, I close my eyes to make the first step. The second. The third. The forth. The fifth. The sixth. The seventh. The eighth. The ninth. The tenth. The eleventh. The... twelfth. I was there. I looked to the right, and opened my eyes. But... nothing was there! The house was silent.

When the world feels right

When the world feels right you will know that the world is turning, and that the air your breathing is pure, and then your heart is beating. You should know that your glass won't break, and your bones are hole. And you should know that something is going to happen, anything, anywhere, that will give you something you want. And you should know that someone you care for is near, to help you up when you fall over.

Feeling Something Different

When I walk through the door, I feel something different, something wrong. Something that shouldn't happen to anybody. The walls look more blank then usual, more... sad. Everything looks sad. The socks on the couch, the bathroom door, the plants on the window. It's even a rainy day.

Leaving

There are toothbrushes flying across the room, hair brushes casscading
down the stairs. Calls being made, completly last minute tasks being fierd
out of tiny guns in the walls. And then, someone yells, "WAIT!" as we're
going out the door, "I forgot something!" and then everybody rolled their
eyes and said, "All this, just because we're LEAVING?!"

Moment

There's a moment. Between when you each lunch, and when you eat dinner. There's a period of great hunger. For some, there is a period of painful hunger. For others, there is no hunger at all. Some don't even realize. Others do, but don't care. Some pinch and poke and run wild they're so hungry. But then, it all stops, and you eat dinner.

Maiden

Seek, between the trees,

The moment is so perfect,

Escape between the willow saplings

A maiden says hello to me

Her eyes yellow

Her lips curved up

In a smile

That makes me gasp

And I realized why,

I had gone away:

To find the maiden

Between the trees.

Knowing You

I have a few rules. Simply about, well, yourself.
1. There will be no lying to yourself
2. There will be no trying to make yourself be something that your not.
3. There will be no embarrassment about the truth.
4. There will be no covering up the truth.
And lastly, There will be friends. Starting with me.