Talks

Working The Night Shift

People think I'm lazy

But I'm awake for the same amount of time they are

I am just awake and asleep at a different time

They see me sleeping all day

But that’s because I'm awake all night

They say the early bird gets the worm

But what if I happen to consider myself the worm?

Not only that but…

The second mouse gets the cheese

I'm nocturnal

Either that or I was meant for the other side of the planet

But I do like seeing the stars

Street lights and few cars

It’s nice to be unbothered

By anyone really

Daytime people

Won’t understand the mood

Of Ziggy Stardust or the Dark Side of the Moon

Only Spacetime Oddities

Know about the secret societies

That only meet in the night,

Only to mess with the forces

Of the good, the bad, and the gravity

Along with pronking springboks  

Are You On My Team?

I'm not great at playing offense

Let's get that out of the way

But it's nice to meet you

I don't hit home runs

But I know how to throw

Like an underdog

I am defensive when I'm not talking

It's the thing I can do

It's really just the illusion of control

Being offensive

Is a thing that I can't really seem to be able to do

I'm too nice

So I don't set boundaries

Or go around punching people in the face

Because some people probably deserve it

I'm more of a pitcher

Of complaints

Rather than a batter

So

Before you go I must ask,

Are you on my team?

A Meeting

There was no point in making me join my meeting

Because my thoughts were fleeting

Because I'm too fucking anxious to share my voice, please spare me from the madness

I couldn't even share a simple greeting You asked if I had any questions, comments, or if I have anything to say

And I do... but I guess anxiety doesn't want me to talk today

No, not even now

In this month of May The nurse isn't my cup of tea

And I feel that I am allowed no privacy,

This makes me very uncomfortable as a teenage girl and,

Details of my butthole are obviously my favorite topic for stranger to know about me The thing is, if I was dying,

If I was crying

I'd prefer to stay and sit in class rather than go anywhere else

I'm not lying She thinks I'm stable

And yet she's a mere stranger in my life and I probably still have proctitis on my table

I have so much on my plate it has overflowed

But I'll find a way to be able Having a bad stomach and anxiety make a perfect match that work

They are a dangerous loop that lurks,

In my background when I say that I'm okay

Yeah, I am a little jerk I'm still anxious and I don't sleep at night

Because my brain is playing back all the mistakes and times that I wasn't right

And how embarrassing it was, and how I will probably never live it down

And tomorrow will just be another blurred day of living in the fog of this mental, intestinal fight

Shoulder ache

Shoulder ache

Stomach ache

I'm drowning in a lake

I am not

What you thought

And I never will be

Beautiful

In your world

And now you seem so fake

I'm going

Away now

Just to avoid the pain

Come

Back

Limited Old times

Not

All

Is always okay

Please just talk

I will gawk

Please let us be alone

I'm not great

Do not hate

I know I come on strong

I know that

I’m awkward

But I know I love you

I will dance

In a trance

If you give me a chance

Voice

Voice in my ear

Telling me how you’re trying hard

You’re way too near

Get out of my ear

Voice on my face

Asking if I’m mad at you and why

You’re too much on my case

Get out of my place

Voice in my nose

Smelling the sickening sweetness

Waiting for the next tissue blow

You can’t know, you can’t know

Voice in the strands of my hair

Tickling my scalp, fooling it

Looking good when I’m in a helpless flare

Why do I care anymore? Why do I care?

Voice behind my eyes

Fucking causing me a headache

Are these voices lies?

When I’m an idiot, I’m buying; I buy

Voice in my own songs

I have to find a way to exterminate the exterminator!

I may be wrong,

But in me you do not belong

Superhero

A superhero is someone who has strength Not super stretchy length

Strength is when someone else can put themselves in back of you In other words they put you first, that’s what they do

Superheroes are ordinary people Not the ones that have a cape and are flying over the church steeple

Superheroes are caring They are never judging you and staring

The medics that show up at a fair Just so everyone is safe, no outside facing underwear

Superheroes have courage but still fear I don’t blame them, they don’t have the head gear

The ones that rather compassion Over fashion

The ones that are brave Everyone they can’t always save

This is reality, some of the innocents are dead Some go unfed

Who are your superheroes? I hope that you answer doesn’t start with a zero

I Want To Go Home

Trapped in my room that is myself,

Due to avoidance

Of

Feeling like and impostor in the house I live in

I know that I don’t belong

But I have nowhere else to go

I want to go home

But home is nothing more than a concept,

That I imagine in only my dreams

It’s hard to go home

When,

I haven’t discovered where home is

This is why I want to travel the world

When I'm out of school

And when I have enough money

I want to find a home

In someone's arms

Or I could find a home in my life

There is more than one way home

There are plenty of different roads

That will lead to destiny

So I'm going to keep calling everything home

Until it feels right

And only then I shall settle down

So take my bloated belly home

Because this house isn't working with the people living in it

Let's go home

I Am Mother Nature’s Daughter

He may destroy my beauty

As he makes his dirty mark on the world

Which he believes he owns

 He may scar me and pave over me

Twist and yank me to make me do what he wants

He can get under my grass dress

 But oh

What he does not know

 When I fall asleep

In my bed of moss

I can hear spirits whisper in my ear

 I dream of warriors dancing around a fire

And it makes Wounded Bird feel protected

Knowing that I belong to mother nature

 And that she never quits

She just keeps coming

Though she may be slow

 I can see her rock cracking strength

Her ability to sink boats,

And create typhoons, tornados, tidal waves, tragedies and tsunamis

 The way she grows and heals

And always takes back the steering wheel

And I ask for the universe to be nice to me

We Need To Talk

We need to talk

And you probably don’t want to hear what I'm going to say

And you'll probably take it as me pushing you away

It feels like I'm suffocating

On anything other than him, concentrating

I think you need to be so near,

To combat your unnecessary fear

But if you don’t want me to go

What you should know,

Is that you need to give me a galaxy so I can fall

I don’t want to appall,

You, my case,

Is that, I need space…

That is, if you want me to fall stupidly

And hit a bullseye with me, cupidly

You need to give me a cliff

Unless you want me to go all limp and stiff

However, it is your choice if you want to catch a fallen me

But don’t make me do a lame trust fall; do we agree?

Man, I like to go all the way

So just listen to what I gotta say

Give me all of it or don’t bother with me

Can’t you see,

That lately I've been finding other things to occupy my hands and hours with

Since I am a giver, if you don’t give me space, I’ll leave you amidst,

My present of coldness that you can not return

Maybe you'll learn

And I don’t like being doted on 24/7

I guess what I'm saying is, be a little more like hell rather than heaven

“Come ‘ere”

You could move yo ass instead of pulling me near

I don’t chase boys

So if you want me you're gonna have to follow me for your joy

We need to talk

But without me, please don’t go for a walk

I want to go too

I Need My Feet to Forget

I need my feet to forget what motion feels like

Moving unnaturally fast

I need to stay rooted right now

I need time to think

My feet need to forget

What flying feels like

Because I keep nose diving

And maybe its just a part of learning

Maybe I have to suck first

It just seems like others don’t suck

And I'm the only one

Left behind in the dust

I cant stand up because

My feet refuse to forget

Silly feet,

Don’t you know that flying is unnatural?

Dear feet,

Please leave the job of flying

To the wings

Dear feet, you can run

I need my balance

I so should stick to the ground for now

I'm tired of being dizzy

And feeling bigger than I actually am

I'm tired of your illusion

I am the kind of person

That is dangerous

Once I know speed

So I need my feet to forget

What they now know

My feet need to forget the sky

And instead feel the grass, dirt, and tar