Nightmare Dance

Verse 1: I can't take it anymore

I've considered sleeping on the floor

as every time in sleep I drift away

my mind and body they begin to play

I'm always thrashing, as dreams go through my mind

cause my subconscious hunt for darkness to find

my pillows fly from the bed on which I lay

and the covers go they never want to stay

Chorus: its always been this way,

it never seems to change

and I just can't find

The song

I wish that everyone could just get along.
Like words and music in a song.
A song so free it brings a tear.
And to the whole it brings good cheer.

Too many see the outward shells.
And fail to see the inward hells.
The hells of our inner child.
For most of us are driven wild.

We often live within ourselves.
All our hopes and dreams upon a shelf.
This is why we wish this song.
This show of hearts that get along.

I’ve traveled a great distance.
Yet have so far to go.
And met with much resistance.
From those that just don’t know.

Tried to explain, to educate.
But end up wasting time.
It always ends up in debate.
With narrow brainwashed minds.

I’ve made mistakes along the way.
Like most everybody does.
By not being open everyday.
To the ones I really love.

Because I’ve lived for someone else.
For way too many years.
The mistakes I made were to myself.
For not facing my worst fears.

River of tears

This time I know I crossed a line.
And paid no heed to the warning signs.
The feelings within me, there all of my life.
As I held them in, they cut like a knife.

I need to release what’s been trapped inside.
Out into the day and no longer hide.
It has all been my fault, of this I do know.
For just not allowing, my true self to show.

This is a tribute, a remembrance, a lament...to the best man I ever knew, the best human being, my secret love.

He was taken from us...from me, several years ago, but he still lives in my heart and my memories. He knew how I felt, but we could never let on to anyone else. He never did.

I really don't care how any of this is taken by anyone, but as emotional as I have been for the last few days, I HAD to get this out of me for my sanity's sake.

To Mikey, my secret love, my hero, my heart.

I'm missing you tonite...
lying here looking up at the stars.

The Uniquorn is a singular beast,
There's only one, at most. At least,
If you've met the Uniquorn
As sure as you're born—
And you can tell your mother—
You'll never meet another.

Lemme tell you the tale of Minnie the Moocher
She was a low-down hoochie-coocher
She was the roughest toughest frail
But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale.

I am just a poor girl
Though my story's seldom told
Have I squandered my existence
For moments full of choices, such is living
All life is choosing
Still a girl often hears what she fears
and disregards the rest

Tragedy lives with us all. As a child one rails gainst fate, but none can truly be considered adult till they have swallowed that bitterest of pills and learnt that one can not rewrite history. All one can do is learn to live with it. But none ever wholly does and therein lies the child in us all.

It doesn't take much to amuse me though the bleaker the better

The Lay of Lindte the Old

She walks softly,
on the green grass,
thinking of the what if’s.

A time for joy,
A time for sorrow,
She recalls.

Vulnerability she has shown to others,
Yet healing is slow for her.

She recalls something that she has read,
some advice given by a woman.

All are part of the one source,
all are sacred.

She muses slowly over what she felt,
Sorrow and empathy She has felt.

She then realised that no one is at fault,
It’s all along a learning experience.

...

Just a non canon side story i thought up. Acctually its a little true up to a point.

Will I need stitches?
(with apologies to Shawn Mendes)

A girl gets told off, multiple times in a day.
Was the telling off necessary? Or was it a unnecessary action on the part of the teller?
Nobody knows,except for the teller and the girl being told off.
The girl walked silently onwards, keeping a neutral face while crying on the inside.
Didn’t she tell the teller about what she was going through? Why was the teller still telling her off?
The girl’s heart was breaking but her will, albeit a weak one, kept on healing her heart when she got injured.

I’m glued

(with apologies to Eiffel 65)

Yo listen up
Here’s the story
About a little guy
That lives in a glue world
And all day and all night
Everything he sees is
Just glued
To him inside, and outside
Glued in a dress
Glued to some high heels too
And glued to a corset
And everything is glued
Including his breasts
And he sings to himself
Cause he aint got nobody to listen ..

(chorus)

“I’m glued ...

You know the tune...

Ballad of the Sailor Suit

by Erin Halfelven