Imprisoned

you look out your window
in your own little prison
you keep yourself hidden
never let yourself out

I want so bad to save you,
to see the real you
not just you through the bars
of that prison of yours

inside your head
you danced till you bled
even though that dedication
is missing, instead
there's no woman I know
where's the woman I know

who wouldn't stand for anything
who'd stand up for everything

your heart is still gold but your head's full of led
stop killing yourself and come back to bed

I just want to save you,
to see the real you
Don't keep yourself hidden
Please let yourself out

Hating trying to wrap my head around something thats not even real

Can't write about
what I don't know
Can't think around
this blanket of snow

Unknown to me
the world is there
We're divided by
snow everywhere

Shovel the blanket
it's heavy, but know:
It covers boundless knowledge
of the world incognito

Can't write about
what I don't know
Can't think when I'm under
this blanket of snow

My Reality

sat in the bath and thought for a while
walked in a foreigner's shoes for a mile
worked it out in my head over time
finally my mind came up with this rhyme

talked and laughed and cried in my room
waiting for sunshine and flowers to bloom
tell you all that has happened to me soon
watching the stars and gazing at the moon

worked out the equation for time and space
wishing with deep heart to escape this place
while places I haven't been continue to entice
to go everywhere and still have a home would be nice

thinking of those who are gone and dead
trying to let nothing go to my head
by and by everything turns out okay
what will be will be, come what may

all these life choices for me to decide
part of living is learning not to hide
yearning to tell someone about my life
the bittersweet moments, the calming strife

ponder and wonder while listening to you
noticing how the world is so new
always been curious as to where we will go
yet it would spoil the fun if I were to know

speaking of my life, my love, and my laughter,
talking about the beginning, the middle, the after
writing down everything that I think and feel
to me this is what makes even fantasies real

The Pretty Girl's Man

I want you to feel
taste, smell, hear and see
A love that is real
a love that'll forever be

I want you to meet
a girl that won't break your heart
One that makes you complete
one that you'll love from the start

I want you to know
the mythical 'love at first sight'
and when you see her you'll go,
"I love her with all my might"

I want you to smile
when you see her each day
And be joyful all the while
with her, your skies never gray

I want you to make
this pretty girl into your wife
So that you'll get to take
the vows you'll live all your life

Although you might think me strange
in that I don't want to be her
Though I love you even in rage
I feel catastrophe would occur

I want you to have
a life absent of woes
and when I ever hear you laugh,
my sadness, it goes

I want her to treat you
with good care and good mind
And pretty girl when I meet you
I'll try to be kind

I want you to see
pretty girl, who you'll meet
It's quite man that he be
let him sweep you off your feet.

A way out

I can't believe
what he did to my heart
It will never heal
It's been torn apart
I want him to feel
what he put me through
I have the right to be human
But it's too late to start anew
I was out of my mind
for all my life but today
now I see clearly
this is the only way

Gone with Maggie

You're paying your respects, all dressed up,
you're dressed up in black, all dressed up in black.
Walking away thinking oh what's the point,
what is the point if it's always taken away?
You're alone now, thinking it wasn't her time,
it was far too soon, she was far too young.
A friend pats your back, saying 'all will be well,
she would have wanted you to smile, to be happy for yourself.
Live your life good, for her if no one else,
make her proud of you.' They say 'make her proud'
You shrug off the words, anger overruling grief,
thinking how could she leave? How could she leave me?
Reminding yourself, several times over in your head,
it wasn't her fault, she didn't choose her fate.
You're angry at God now, wish you could spit at the sky,
He took her life, He stole yours as well.
You brush water from your eyes, though it's a sunny day,
you wonder how can it shine, why is it bright when she is dead?
Praying to God, oh God why have you done this!?
How have I sinned? How can I make up for it?
I'll become a priest if I just get her back,
make world peace happen, if it comes to that.
You walked all the way home, all dressed up,
you're still dressed in black, all dressed in black.
You start to change out of these uncomfortable clothes,
but grief makes you hesitate, grief makes you think straight.
Everything in your closet is too colorful and happy,
Your happiness is gone, your color too, gone with Maggie.
She was all the color and happiness you had,
she filled your life, now it's a desolate land.
You look in the mirror, dauntlessness taking shape,
a solemn look on your face, one that will forever remain.
Your eyes stare back at you as you asseverate,
"I swear I'll wear black till I see her again."

Sweet Gestures, (My not-so-sweet love poem)

We have arms for hugging
hands for holding
legs for intertwining
and toes for warming up

Sweet gestures, sweet gestures,
What do they mean?
We all make sweet gestures
to show how we're keen.

We have noses for Eskimo kisses,
and tongues for the french kind
lips for the quick pecks
and teeth for playful bites.

We say it, we mean it,
Do we really know the truth?
We think it, we believe it,
It's definition eludes.

We use hips for showing off
Our eyes for appreciating
our hair for twirling
and each other's necks when they need to catch their breath.

And those
sweet gestures, sweet gestures,
they're the bait for the fish.
We all make sweet gestures,
To capture is our wish.

We say it, do we mean it?
We think it, maybe we believe it.
But alas, in the end,
we screw it all up anyway.