Cookie Cutter
I can't be your cookie cutter girl
Moulded from what society wants
I won't be your little girl scout
With all the trimmings you can flaunt
With my own opinions, through my own experience
I am someone I can be proud of
I can't follow your crowds, your mobs
Don't speak to me of love
I am loud and outspoken
They turn away when I speak my mind
Stop trying to dissect me
You won't like what you find
I don't want to be your beauty queen
Made from glitter and gold
I've got to live life my own way
Before I grow too old
I can't hide what I'm thinking
When you look me in the eyes
Maybe we should go on drinking
To erase all our lies
I am not the pretty one
To place upon your shelf
How can you claim you love me
If you can't even love yourself
Before you go on talking
Make sure you know the facts
I am not your demoiselle
Who'll always take you back
I'll forever speak my own mind
Don't attempt to make me "yours"
Before you even try to change me
You can just walk back through those doors
Harsh
Harsh.
Your angry words echo inside of me
Bouncing off the walls, repeating misery
I'm just feeling so
Harsh.
Your smiles intoxicate me
Can't your little mind see?
I would like to explain but right now I'm just feeling
Harsh.
I would vent if I wasn't me.
But I'm still the girl I used to be
No one cares to rescue my soul
No one has the heart to give me love.
Yet I'm the one who's being
Harsh.
So go ahead and whisper me away
I see you don't bother to warm me up
I guess you figure I'll be cold the next day.
Go ahead, I'm not worth the wait
Whoever said I was even that great?
Turn you backs
I know you won't mind cause I'm just
Harsh.
Neverending Sleep
Today I slept in a neverending sleep
Mountains rose as high as deep
I wish they’d swoop down before I drown
And turn my frown up side down
The bell clangs the end of recess
Time for the breakdown of stress
Flowers spurt for the last time
nymphs ready for the climb
Breathe, forever keep breathing
I can’t live without breathing
The initial fall took too much away
From now on it’ll always be grey
Wishing and Wanting
I’m tired of wishing and tired of wanting
To move as soft and slow as love or passion
To be caught up in the moment, second or time
To listen to the bumblebees sing and dandelions roar
My heart is a deep red rose full of thorns
That yearns for the water, and the sun to grow
So I could too see life in a special way
The smallest fears make the biggest tears
But I’m tired of that too
I’m tired of feeling, crying, being
Trying to clasp and hold onto a piece of you
Trusting the first feeling learned to be known
Like the crystal water from a fresh fountain
I’m driven out to the sea to find myself once again
The snow is more silent than silence itself
For I’m tired of wanting and tired of wishing
Of how it could’ve been and what its not
Trapped
There’s no windows in this place
For me to show my weary face
Rage I hold within my soul
At times I cannot control
What’s the point of being here
If being me is what I fear
Everyday it’s all the same
Trapped again in my own pain
I cry myself to sleep
So many secrets I must keep
No one to reach to and nobody cares
Trapped in the middle of a distant stare
I’ve prayed that I was free
Of this grief that’s killing me
Everywhere I turn
Every bridge must burn...
Marked On My Heart
If only you’d realise how you make me feel,
To know that you you’ve opened a new world
Locked deep within my heart,
With you I’ve shared a summer of love
Unfortunately it had to end
But the memory of when it was good
Shall always stay lingering in my mind.
I’ve wished of how things could’ve been
How I could’ve been the one in your arms.
This issue has been bugging my mind
Every waking moment and dream
I’ve realise I’m wishing for the past
And that I can never have again.
I know wish for our future together
Even if it’s only friends
For if I ever lost you totally
A part of me would die.
You have always supported me
Even when I deserved to me yelled at
You’ve been more than I’ve ever wished for
As a friend, an old lover, as a listener
And your memory of the past and future
Will always be marked on my heart.
Silence
Ignored by all around
Alone
in a crowded world
without a sound.
Surrounded
by sights,
tastes,
smells,
textures, warmth and pain,
but no auditory sense.
No drums, flutes or bells.
Music is just dots and lines.
A loved one’s speech, breath on the skin.
A play is a poorly performed mime.
A baby crying, a feeling within.
Isolated by more
than inability to hear.
Alone
as a result of society’s fear.
Alone,
unwanted,
unneeded,
a charity case.
An oppresses minority,
a statistic,
an alien
with a human face.
Elements
A little old man in a shoe
Tried to fly and reach the moon
Swimming through all the space
As though it was an Olympic race
A small dog buried his bone
Right by the yellow stone
Digging though the soft ground
Then turning round and round
A she-goose flew in the air
With every ounce of grace and flair
A golden egg is her prize
Watching carefully, unsteady eyes