0 should sleep take hold

i could fall asleep right here
just close my eyes and drift off
melt into a world of my imagination
a crazy messed up realm
where wild things happen

i could fall asleep right here
sitting in this comfy green chair
disappear into a place of escape
a sometimes sweet location
where wonders sour to life

i could fall asleep right here
simply rest my head back and fade
disolving into my own peace of heaven
a lovely and insane impossibility
where i am anything and everything

0 little girl

She dances
swaying back and forth
trying to find the rhythm
her whole body moves
sometimes in time with the music
sometimes to the beat of her heart
then her hips start swinging
moving with such ease

She dances
and I can't help but smile
at this beautiful little girl
who feels the music
deep down with herself
how much more precious could she be
then her voice floats through the air
singing along softly to herself

0 happy writings

when i was in college (freshmen or sophmore), i took part in one of those 'secret santa' things. the final gift i received from one of my floormates was very suiting. she gave me a journal for writing. she obviously knew enough about me to know i like writing and that i had a tendancy to write things on the sad side; inside next to the this journal belongs to, she added "only happy stuff." the journal is still empty.

i actually own a lot of journals. i'm not sure what it is about them; i see them in store and think they look so pretty and i know the potential they hold inside of them. most of them are empty; it is sad that the thought of that makes me smile and laugh at the similarity to myself...empty. i have picked them up, grabbed a pencil and sat down with the intent to write; sometimes i just pick them up with the thought of writing, but i don't.

here are these beautiful entities eagerly waiting to be filled and reach their potential and i can't do it. i'm feel lacking; 'you have been weighed, you have been measured and you have been found wanting' (a knight's tale). the fear of marring their beauty and their potential blocks me; i am unable to find my voice. maybe i need to do as i am here, forcing myself to put words together without fear of judgement; because after all who is going to find my words, my thoughts, my ideas of interest.

0 writing and singing

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okay so i'm not the best song writer; wasn't really my calling (nor was singing). i'm not sure i'm really all that good at the poetry thing either, but it is an excellent outlet; helps me to relax and destress.

You Look Beautiful

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