Haven of Dreams

I'm tucked in between the cool sheets
Under the quilted comforter
I'm in a strange place 
but I can always find shelter 
wrapped in blankets
In my head they are 
A shield, a moat, a blockade
I'm safe within
In my imagination
The things I weave
Have woven here
Are then lost
To the comfort of a soft pillow 
 

scatterbrained

If I'm not back in twenty minutes, pretend I was never here,
 like a game of hide-n-seek that never stops
I'm caught in between a rock and rest of my life.
Who'd have thought I'd be the one lost, I was so sure of everything.
Turns out I was wronger than Marilyn when she said diamonds are girls best friend.
Bright blue eyelash glue, not really worth anything.
Mine supported me through everything,
 but what I really need is some criticism and a waffle to brighten things up.
Like a rollercoaster sunset, up and down, can't decide whether it's setting or rising.
I'd grab on but it's hard with my rectangular fingertips.
I'm clumsy; it makes thing interesting but not any easier.

no rewinding

I dont really want to recreate the past
Life is confusing enough as it is
without trying it all over again.
My heart wants to sing this song over
Trying to tune it, mend the broken chords,
But this song might be over,
This chord has  been strummed
And this verse of my life
Might be done.
I cant believe I changed my mind
I finally realize the hard truth
The thing I though was my destiny
Is actually the start of the rest
Don't look back
Anymore
That door has been shut behind me.
I'm done.

im so sick of selling my life like lemonade
to worthless people who just steal my dreams
they pick me and then throw me away
thinking they've just done what's best for them

I'm sitting in my paper cup
with a little bit of the cold ice of life
freezing off my fingertips
I've been waiting for the right one
you, the one I've never met
won't you please introduce yourself
we would talk and laugh
everything would be so simple
but you never come- we've never met---

In my paper cup
I'm all alone for now
maybe this is the one
maybe not
maybe no
it's just a litle tiny seed of hope
sour tangy lemon hope
and me myself and I
I had lemons
I made lemonade
one squirted in my eye
I cried

my paper cup
my only place of refuge
I look at what I've been through
what I've left behind
so far
so far
it's crumpled up
used more than once
you think I'll ever have enough to change my way
of coping with this mess?
not while I'm in my paper cup

golden cage

Theres a bird... On that tree over there
He's afraid of me I don't know why.
There's something in the air
Telling him beware.
" Its a dangerous creature
With weapons of fire
It'll take your home away from here
Gone. Away from here.
Your children, scattered and sold
In cages ironically gold and silver.
Gone will your tree, your nesting place be
Every nook, every cranny,
Gone.
Your feathers, so admired by the sun
Coveted red and green
They'll make into things they call "beautiful"
But you see birdie,
You're so much more beautiful than anything they could ever create.

The first.

If I'm not back in twenty minutes, pretend I was never here, like a game of hide-n-seek that never stops I'm caught in between a rock and rest of my life. Who'd have thought I'd be the one lost, I was so sure of everything. Turns out I was wronger than Marilyn when she said diamonds are girls best friend. Bright blue eyelash glue, not really worth anything. Mine supported me through everything, but what I really need is some criticism and a waffle to brighten things up. Like a rollercoaster sunset, up and down, can't decide whether it's setting or rising. I'd grab on but it's hard with my rectangular fingertips. I'm clumsy; it makes thing interesting but not any easier.