Chutes and Ladders

My head is powered by a light

That's hiding in my mind

So now I sit alone inside

Instead of being happy with what I find

I believe my friends are gone

But are they hiding with my light?

Or are they truly missing

As I sit alone and fight

I'm tired of all the pain I feel

I need to see an end

I think my brain's a post box

But I don't receive what people send

I don't know what's hiding in my head

But I am searching far and wide

So maybe one day I'll look back

And see the correct slide

I've fallen down a chute

And the ladder is too high

For I have always struggled

With things that are reaching for the sky

But my problem isn't being short

It's being lost inside

So maybe one day I'll reach the ladder

And say goodbye to this steep slide

Four Line Binds

I Will Be

People used to ask if I was ok

And I used to say yes

But now that I have seen some more

There's something I must confess

The truth? I'm not okay

But I must say something more

I may not be ok right now

But I see the exit door

Life is never what I want

Its a collection of selfish stabs

Where everyone is left for themselves

To tend to the painful scabs

The scabs are left from the ones

Who come and go just like the tide

So we will learn to fix ourselves

When we ignore the blood that dried

I may not be ok right now

But I'm getting off the floor

For I have found a twinge of hope

Behind the exit door

People used to ask if I was okay

And I used to say, "Sure, can't you see?"

But now I tell the truth

As I look at them and say "I will be"

I Like to Waltz

I like to waltz

I like the one two three beat

I love the impact

Of the three with my feet

I like to waltz

My arms, they can fly

They can move two beats

Before the drop down from the sky

In the waltz, I have power

To turn into the music I please

I am nothing but floating

On the musical breeze

I like to waltz

It makes me feel secure

As I slowly come to 

How I dance is pure

Sometimes I dance with a friend

Someone I know who cares

Sometimes I dance with my cat

And laugh at his tickling hairs

Sometimes I dance alone

In the middle of the night

For I just want to feel the beat

And don't care about my sight

I like to waltz

And I feel silly to claim

What makes me feel secure

Is a short dancing game

But the beat, it is calling

To say come and dance

So I respond to the beat

Without a second glance

  So I sit here and tell you 

Although it may be false

I can hear the music calling

Because I like to waltz

The Girl With The Curl

There once was a girl with a bright red curl

It was hidden by the back of her face

The girl with the curl was nothing more

Than a person who had made a mistake

She sat with her head hidden by the hair

The hair that had seen too much

The hair, it had seen everywhere that she'd been

And the hair began to add weight

Her head was held down like a thorny gold crown

Just sitting and waiting to drop

Her head was filled with the thorns that'd been built

Into her hair and she began to tilt

She moved side to side and felt the poison inside

As the weight of the crown had been felt

She saw the thorns her hair had made

As it hid her face each and every day

She picked out the thorns and anything more 

She kept the thorns to count each one as the score

Her against the world

She then brushed her hair, styled away from the eyes

And that bright red curl was no longer disguised

The curl was free and could totally be

Seen by the rest of the world

The girl with the curl could finally do more

Without the painful thorns to help her keep score

Why

I find the world will pass me up

Unless I learn to fly

But when I go to spread my wings

I find myself asking why

An Upfront Mystery

He was an upfront mystery

With all the clues for all to see

Did he want to be discovered

Or be hidden by the light?

Either way, he was quite a sight

A broken young man 

With the pieces in hand

They were awkward and shattered

But it hadn't really mattered

For the people around 

Just tip toed to the sound 

That raced their minds

As they kept their problems on the ground

But as an upfront mystery

He looked to inspire 

In all that he could manage be

He was an addict of Christmas

The season and such

Computers and games

To them he would clutch
He stuck to his code
And no one could attest
To all that he had stood for
And he certainly did do his best
But as an upfront mystery
It was all upfront for all to see
And was quite a sight as he walked around
But every thing there was all he could be
The people around didn't know what they could touch
What of him was real?
What was there they could clutch?
How can you know a mystery
If a mystery is all that there could be?
Where's the person in the mystery that stood?
How could they get to the human?
Did they know that they could?
The people around searched for someone they could meet
They searched for a friend
That did more than fill up a seat
A mystery is only good
If clues are there so that it can be solved
Eventually, every one will give up
If there is nothing to keep them involved
He was an upfront mystery
But behind the Christmas, the computers, the games
He was a blank sheet of paper
Resistant to writing and flames
So he met all sorts of people
And left the same way
But the people he left
Not the same they could say
For its hard to work on a mystery
To have it leave you in the history
Letting go is hard if you have cared enough
And the people he left
Saw his lack of care, that was tough
And with the the people that he left

His face was wore down

He became more upfront

With the mystery he laid down

Maybe one day he will see

That he is that, a mystery

For he has tried to hide behind 

His upfront disguise he's used while he's blind

But now he rubs off 

On each detective on his case

How many more will they need

If they want to see behind that face?

Good luck to those people

Willing to search for the man

Behind his upfront masterpiece

And the clues in his hand

But I, I give up

He's a mystery through and through....

If these are the only clues that I have

 How upfront is this dude?

 

A Little Tootsiepop

He was a lose leaf of paper

He was bound and then torn right out

He was placed with many imprints

That left him with a sense of doubt

She was a girl with a war

Fighting in the back of her mind

The subconscious fighting took all that she was

And it left her with subtle lines

They met at a misshapen table

They sat there everyday

The two were so meant for each other

Just their looks gave them away

To them, the world didn't matter

All they did was sit and chat

They ignored the others, the words, the lessons

To enjoy each other as they sat

Millions of questions and stories

Passed between their thumbs

As they sat and wrote short letters

Instead of studying off their bums

Pieces of paper were exchanged each minute

As they learned all that they could

For they wanted to learn of everything in the world

Even though they never would

Their love was signified with an item

A little tootsiepop

 The ones with the candy outside

And the inside that makes a tooth pop

A tootsiepop for each moment
When he saw her in the hallway
She'd smile and take it, happily take it
And then she'd walk away
The love, it lasted for ages
It lasted until it did not
It ended with two people who were once together
As two hearts tied in two knots
He was bored and relieved his boredom
In a girl who lived right by
But he didn't even tell the original girl
When she left him without a goodbye
The girl with the war, the one that left her sore
Fighting in the back of her mind
She had discovered all that he had done
And then let out a cry and a final sigh
She looked at the letters
He'd left in her notebook each day
She read all the questions and answers
That she had used to keep her fears away
An item they'd shared
A little tootsiepop
 Now made her stomach dance in pain
As her final grasp on life went k
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She's fixed herself up since then
She threw all the letters away
The memories are kept up safely
Far back in her mind are they
But once a year she eats a tootsiepop
For the one she once loved is not here
But she remembers the feeling she had when he was
And she embraces it once every year

Happy New Year

Happy New Year everyone

Today we start another year

Today's a new chapter in all of our lives

As we gather around the TV and cheer

We've watched the ball drop once again

And once again we'll claim to say

That we will strive to change our lives

With something once every day

Now all of these claims will pass

They will be given up at some point

But how much change can happen before then

Now that is all based on your viewpoint

So here is to another year

There's no telling what is in store

I just hope that you can change all that you like

Before you can't celebrate the new year anymore