I have these Long gangly arms That just don’t know how to hug. They’re made to keep people At least an arm’s length away. I’ve been told I suck at hugging, But the truth is I just don’t know How to hug people I don’t like. And boy are there a lot of people I don’t care for! How do I give someone who repeatedly Hurt my loved ones The same kind of hug I would give my loved ones? I reserve the great big bear hugs That show I care, and mean it, For those that need it. No, I will not give abusers my best hugs, My best hugs are reserved for my best friends: People who will appreciate awkward hugs From a skinny girl with long gangly arms Because they know what it’s like To feel like you need to force showing affection To those who don’t deserve it.
Inhale lightning Exhale thunder Fall steadily The infinite descent The vortex is forming The storm is here Feel the updraft Take advantage And take flight
Something may kill me, But I will not die. I will leave my mark On my family and friends. I will live on with my lover. My body may turn to ashes, But my spirit will live on Creating chaos long after.
Feeling wild and free Feeling wide-eyed and please Won’t you take my hand and Let me in your band? I thought we were together But you didn’t call and say whether You were too busy so I assume You don’t want to be in the same room. Alone here I sit Feeling lost: this is my exit.
The excitement hits me like Flurries in a New Hampshire winter– Unexpected, out of nowhere, Short lasting, but could amount to Either the greatest day, The messiest of situations, Or nothing at all. That’s okay. Let the flakes fall And land where they may.
I am on a lifelong journey That started at birth, But won’t end with my death. No, my spirit will venture onwards. I will continue to explore the heavens And the pits of Hell Never knowing where I’ll fit in; Even God doesn’t know what to do with me.
It’s a shame I don’t remember much, Because so much has happened. I remember the car crash. I remember buffalo sauce, But I don’t remember much else. I don’t remember what music To which we made love. I don’t remember when Was the last time I showered. I remember being furious, And I remember feeling the stars Between each of my finger tips. I know I’ve done a lot of writing Without a lot of saying. I was afraid to open my mouth today, What stupid words would I say?