teach me to dream

with the fire flies buzzing
and your philosophy resounding
on what it means
to be free
you teach me what
it means to want
to be holding something tight
without feeling its close enough
and your teaching me to feel
even if this only feeling
is something
i don't want to feel
and your teaching me to dream
about farm houses and
simpler means
and your teaching me to dream
about a little girl with dirty feet
who i put on my shoulders
and walk into the field
where she feels she's flying
the only one able to see
above the rise of the corn
grazing her hand over the tops
like blades of grass
just lightly touching each
letting them tickle her hand
and i smile
at your back
and you feel it
turning around
the little girl starring at the sky
you teach me how to dream

only image

we can't really imagine
living in our basement all day
trying to breathe sliently
so they think we ran away

hiding from your neighbors
living life from bang to boom
just trying to remember
what it was like in a sunny room

and we can't nearly imagine
what these people have been through
as if one day of attack
justified what we do

and all i'm asking of you
is to try to imagine
an endless night of huddling into a corner
not worrying about food or drink
but just living from moment to moment
wondering when yours will end
how it will feel when the bombs explode
will it all be dark
or will it all go white
will i be curled into this corner tomorrow night
no concept of time
no were to go
no worries of anything
but to be there in the morning

it's about (rape)

it is my power trip
my rush and my fix
it is the way i get
my kicks
it is a way to past the time
it is a way to feel real again
its a way to see emotions
its the way to feel the horror
on someone elses face
its my time to feel in power
its my time to control someone else
its about me

comfort women - untold

please just hear them
the voices that had been silenced
for so long now

please just listen to the
tears they never got to cry
the cries they never shouted

please listen to their stories
the ones that should never have been made
the ones that they were forced to carry
along with other things

please listen to their troubles
they are more than theirs to bare
allow them to make you glimpse their lives

please listen
please don't disregaurd
please listen
please don't write off
please don't discard
please don't dismiss

we know what they are

They aren't like Americans they aren't real people
no one bothers to ask
What they are
We know what they are

An infestation that we need to rid the world of
who's world
our world
the world we say its going to be
the way we want it

how many lies will we trade for lives
how many lives need to be lost
before the lies become to much
before the truth becomes less painful
to bare

hope he knows

I hope he knows I'm sorry
I hope he knows I cried
I hope he knows I felt sick

I hope he knows I couldn't watch
I hope he knows I felt the blow
I hope he knows I know

it took me

it took me 15 years to fly alone
it took me 17 years to be out on my own
it took me 18 years to really kiss someone hard
it took me 19 years to miss someone's touch
it took me 19 years to realize i'm not so tough
it took me a few looks at you and i started to blush

directionless love

i lie there in silence
like drift wood
i find myself wanting
to direct my self to you
as impossible as
negotiating with the waves

wanting nature to bring us together
waiting for the stars to aline
it all takes more time
than i am willing to wait
i will you to want me
as i will want you

this is for you

This is to everyone who turned around my day
Who made me realize that the sky wasn’t gray
But pale blue
This is for you
This is for making smile again
And putting ink in my pen
And giving me something to write about
For ages I remained silent without inspiration
This is for the people who said
Life is more than a destination
This is for you
This is for those who made me realize what I don’t know
Who let me know this was the only way to grow
This is for you
This is for the people in my life who knew I could do better
Before I knew
This is for you
This is for the people who not only helped me out of my shell
They broke it
Smashed that comfort zone in two
I keep the pieces to remind me that its about more than what we want
Its about the things that make us shine inside
The things that give us light
Its about the things that make early mornings seem bright
The things that don’t abide
The laws we break
To change
This is for you
This is for everyone who made me into the
Person I’m growing into
This is for the sleepless nights when you held me
This is for the time you told me it was going to be alright
This is for the times you let me be me
This is for the times you showed me light
This is for the times when I was lonely and you were willing to hold me through the night
This is for the times you didn’t know
You inspired my life
This is for you

the forgotten

And as I sit there in class
My fingers almost numb but I don’t notice I’m too busy wondering
If I’m the only one who knew
Or who didn’t know
About these women
Forgotten written out of history like it didn’t happen
We know of those people who didn’t believe the holocaust happened
Those crazies that want to rewrite 6 million graves to say other names
And other faces in other ways
That it wasn’t the gun put to the back of their heads
The water in the showers mustn’t have been to clean
Those mass graves were just people digging to china
Trying to find a way out
But what about those women
Those women who never had the option of dying
That were used for nothing but comforting the enemy
In ways they couldn’t imagine
What’s comforting about a 3 by 3 by 8 shed
And the tears they bled for what
To be forgotten by those they wanted to forget
Spent years trying to erase the faces from
Memories burn deeper than wounds
You can’t cover them with clothes
The burns that appear in your dreams
In your screams
In your shouts that go unheard
We need to remember the thousands
Of screams we never listened close enough
But we can now make sure that our children
Listen
To us
Don’t forget about the ones we were meant to forget
Go beyond what it says
Find out what it means

your the...

your my bottom of the tea cup
the icing on the cake
the snow flake you catch
or angle you make
your the lick of the spoon

if you were the

if you were the candle i'd be your flame
and if your were the lion i'd be your mane
if you were the lighter i'd be your spark
and if you were the daylight i'd be your dark

if you were the glitter i'd be your glue
if for no other reason i'd be suck on you
if you were the mac i'd be your cheese
if you were the beggar i'd be your please

...

the one in my song

i wonder why it took me
this long
to find out that you'd be
the one in my song
the one i'd try to write into my dreams

and im thinking about how you looked at night
whether you were smiling when
i turned out the light

but i know when i leaned in i caught your eye
and i didn't need the light to tell me
if you smiled
cuz the shape of your lips can't tell a lie

lost to a dream

i live for the mornings of uncertainty
when i wake only
to be unsure of what is
dream and what is not
the reality of your skin
touching mine
leaves me euphorically lost

i struggle to convince myself
to open my eyes for fear
it will all be lost to a dream