Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My mother told me while I chewed,
brains loved fish over all other food.
Would a big scary brain come looking to see
if his favorite food was inside of me?
Excusing myself, I went straight to bed
and pulled the covers over top of my head.
I tossed and turned without any sleep,
wondering about what brains hate to eat.
Fatty meats and sweets, my mama had said.
So quickly downstairs I silently tread,
and into the kitchen to remedy my dread.
Now erased are my fears to bed,
with any feelings of doom.
For now is sugar sprinkled, widespread,
all about my room.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
If Four Is A Party This Is A Public Party
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
