hydrogen & oxygen

i am not a trophy on a shelf, not a book in your collection, not a part of any of your experiments. i have legs, ones that can help me stand and walk away. keeps that in mind.

i hate being lonely. it makes me do really stupid things.

i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know. stop coloring my vision, soaking up my time, holding my smile in place, ignoring my beliefs, being there.

i would write monuments for you, fill star scrapers with tales of our doom.

god is in the lines of the poems that help you sleep at night.

dear november, december, for as long as i dare, i will look for god in the smallest things. today, in my sister’s laughter and a best friend’s worry.

let’s do something impossible, something no one has ever done before or something that no one remembers anymore. let’s make the evening headlines our names tattooed across the newspapers. hold my hand, we’ll contradict nature.

maybe i don’t remember who i am, but i remember what i can be. that’s enough for me tonight, today, this morning. i never needed you, i has someone before i met you. thank you for flattering, thanks for the compliments and the ignorance. i can stand tall, taller than tall, walk with my head in the clouds and two feet planted firmly on the ground. thank you, but no thank you. im going to be someone to remember.

hi, pathetic is my name and begging to be loved is my game. how do you do?

and my mouth is ash, and my fingers are keys and tap, tap, tap them gently, play me a tune. you play me better than any musician, magician or technician ever could.

so absorb these songs like the chemicals that slink into your blood stream. these are the words you will never say, can never say, but add a touch of rhythm and suddenly, with the world singing along, they are acceptable.