Stay away

Stay away You’ll hurt someone Really bad one day Someone less capable Would have stayed down Someone impressionable Would have given you the light of day Swallow your tears and pride and bison’s ego Spare us your hunchback, our eyes are clean Our ears, your screechy shout, their fiend

Random Don’t hold it against me If you see your reflection And despise it, not my bad

Death doesn’t sing Life does, bee sting

Reminiscing On the good old days When I had two good arms And took it for granted, braze

Every door open And you lie down Waiting for a trolley Waiting for a wheelchair Grow up and walk down

Be offended If that’s what it takes Man up, catch up Man down, woman up

I look more like a doll now Arm extended, unbended

Walks I remember Kids on bikes Dogs on leashes And me, just me Self-explanatory Loner looking goner

The juice straw opening I see you watching me through it

I told them I was crazy Full on insanity, no gravity They smiled and laughed I took that as a permission slip Wreak havoc on their petty ship

It’s a little cut A tiny little injury I fell down my strut Now I’m here, you see

One day you have a theory, test subjects and blind faith. The perfect opportunity presents itself to you. Let me see what happens, if I try to heal them. Let me test my powers, more specifically. I may have lost control. They’ve gone rogue, and pro. I’m proud if not a little guilty. I’m not revealing my secret, but if you’re wondering and you have a tiny doubt, then yes, that was me. On purpose. You were getting stagnant. I had to breathe some life and fire onto you.

Early worm gets eaten Early bird gets to eat Go back to bed

Wake them kids up They’ve been asleep for too long I think they’ve forgotten What I never could forget They’ve been dead for too long I’m afraid it’s permanent One last shock to the heart Might hurt a little, or a lot Would you rather not be aware? Not if I had anything to do with it Not if there was still a window opening I’ll sneak an arm in and revive them

I jumped up Every time a mosquito met its fate War planes up ahead didn’t move a hair I needed to know how their story goes I don’t need to know how mine does If that is how, let me go now

Intentional Say it was Even if it wasn’t Spare yourself the embarrassment Of appearing clueless Foolish My accidental Incidental paint brushes Chord rushes Code crushes Blood gushes

I forgot What I wanted to say Now I’m not Saying what I wanted to say I’m saying nothing of value Adding up to the word count Just to prove that I could Just to show my burnt wood What living feels like What giving tastes like Your destruction My dear tree Brought me function Not free, I know I’ll make sure it’s worthwhile

Never did care for flowers Great, now I have to keep this alive If preservation was the point Would have lasted longer Not picked in the first place So analytical, non-mythical They’re here for me to see and keep And kill

Read carefully before you sign Between lines and invisible colors You thought it was too good to be true That’s because it was, nothing in life is free

Doing it myself Because it has to be done right I’ve seen how they’ve been moving It’s painful to see, painful to hear Painful to think about looking rear

Grapes Butterflies Shrubberies Purple poolies

Sea salt Fruits halt Cake’s vanilla White is Walt

Psychopath No, sociopathic No, she’s on a path Big fan of math and Plath

Don’t try this at home If you see me doing it Don’t use Google Chrome Don’t borrow my comb

I could come in here and say anything Truth or lie, good or bad, kind or evil Which is why I come in here often

No matter the place or time The season or the crime I will change course Circle back Just to step on that crunchy leaf Worth it

Typically me Chronically ill And covering Meryl’s song As usual, the Winner takes It all, after fall I’m running out of time All the time, all the time They’re only this young once And they grow fast, just like that And I don’t want to forget it, ever But I will, nothing we can do about that

That’s my Kryptonite Not what you’d imagine Not ego, not death, not pain Forgetting, falling back asleep

Only an expert Will cut themselves Arranging flowers, it hurt Not a flower expert, idiocy one

Tie me up and down, I fly Kites need a hand sometimes A hand to hold, and hold down Until I get the hang of this, my guy Until I’m a real life butterfly Tinker Bell or the other boy’s fairy What was his name, Pinocchio? Or the Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo Hurry along, I got you a carriage And pretty, pretty slippers Careful, don’t get stuck in ‘em Someone’s queen kept dancing Until the bloody end

Throw them books away and burn I need something to keep me warm You can read about fire all you want When it’s cold, it’s cold, I mean no harm

I write my own riddles I measure intelligence Against my skittles See, my independence Matters more to me Than your IQ tests

Here we go again I’m doing it again Another surge of Ho’oponopono You’re all included You’re all invited I love you, thank you I’m sorry and please forgive me It was intense and overpowering I almost drowned in it, knowingly The darkness, the pain, all of it Yours and mine alike, bit by bit I have enough light for all of us I have the strength required Leave it with me, be inspired

Insanity overload Clarity explored Quietly bold Silently gold

Was it random then? Why you came looking for me And why I sought you out Potential, light soldiers Loud hearts, no borders

It adds up Count +1 Javascript Book script Encrypt Again Re-encrypt Again Encrypt times infinity Decryption of a lifetime

Let’s play a game Broken telephone Whisper something I’ll tell you what I hear Take my word for it then I’m the ultimate whisperer

My mother doesn’t know My sister doesn’t show We like to play it cool My brother doesn’t care My father is not there We like it somewhat cruel

Anthropologist In the sense that I like to see their mating rituals From a safe distance Where they can’t touch me With either hands or eyes

Run along, child Nothing to see here Jump into the pool While you still can Look at how the bird ran Does it know that it has wings? Does it know, I hear a bell, rings Gold rings, diamond blings

Oh, that was your voice? Timeline’s collapsing, Joyce

I told you I’ll come back for you I told you I’ll figure it out, didn’t I?

Can’t help me put on my earrings I’ll take that as an excuse to stab you

Turns out when your life’s a movie, you stop watching them. When your affairs are musicals, and your days are book chapters, you know what I mean?

You know life is getting serious when your older sister shows up with her laptop, you know which one I’m talking about. Ever wondered why she carried that device everywhere?*