All Dolled Up

A nice long drive clears the mind.

~ Let's go somewhere together. ~

I'm all dolled up in the passenger side.

You're speeding down the highway late at night.

The moon light bounces off your face.

One-twenty an hour, but I've never felt so safe.

I'm all dolled up, but we have no where to go.

You're passing all the exits that lead home.

Your eyes are glistening and mouth is stuck in a smile.

We've been here now for a little while.

I'm all dolled up just for you again.

We both forget about the roads ahead.

Your hand fits so perfectly holding mine.

All the sudden, everything feels right this time.

I'm all dolled up feeling like a star.

Do you know how much you really have of my heart?

One hand on the wheel, you bring my hand up to your lips.

You gently place a sweet sweet kiss.

I'm all dolled up, feeling this high.

I'm hoping this will be a long ride.

I like being in the passenger side,

While we drive down the highway late at night.


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City Streets

There will always be obstacles on the road. 

~ Keep driving. ~

We're driving down these city streets,

Your hand firmly holding mine.

You stop the car and our eyes meet.

The words spill out of my lips.

I've opened a door to a room we've never been.

You keep driving down these city streets.

There's a hole I'm digging myself in.

I try to reword my thoughts.

One second your eyes leave the road to reach me,

And finally you open up your mouth.

You turn right, almost on my street.

The words flood in my ears.

I already know what you were going to say,

But the words still catch me off guard.

I've never been more afraid.

We're almost on my street.

Now you're driving down my road

About to take the final turn.

I turn away so you can't see where I let my thoughts go.

Your hand's still in mine.

All the thoughts take over me.

I was afraid this was the end of the road,

But then you smile so perfectly.

And, I know we're only at the beginning of our street.

Thoughts change and there's room to grow.

Now you're sharing wonderful thoughts with me.

We'll find a path on our own road.

We'll create our own street.

Your hand still holds firmly mine.

You stop the car and our eyes meet.

You give me a sweet kiss goodnight.

I love driving down these city streets.

Your Sanity

We'll all come back to those same walls one day.

~We're all mad. ~

They say they will help you find your sanity. 

But you know you're already free.

You strive so hard to be perfect, 

But they just stick you with labels: "mad."

Soon you are confined within their walls.

Through your fragile ears, they blast their static.

You try to switch it off, but they pump more static

Because they don't understand your sanity.

The world is closing in and so are these white walls.

You're suffocating, but they say you need to to be free.

It makes you want to rebel. You're so mad,

and you still strive so hard to be perfect.

They'll feed you lies, but your air is already a perfect 

treat. You take it down and just taste the static.

You start falling deeper, growing tired and more mad.

Struggling, you slowly start to give up your own sanity.

Now you're breaking, losing the free

will you once had outside these white walls.

They give you a white coat to match their walls.

They yell things about you not being normal or perfect.

You're bound by their chains to never be free.

You tried to hold firm and always stay static.

But they're playing with fire and your own sanity

so much that it makes you wonder if you really are mad.

Now you're raging and hiding rituals, Mad

at yourself for getting so bad and falling into these walls.

How did you lose your own sanity

so quickly? How was your perfect 

so imperfect? You think as they feed you more static.

You let them take control cause you'll never be free.

Remember when they finally let you free?

That day, all your demons agreed: you are mad.

You were a good little girl and mimicked their static.

They let you out, but you etched your name on their walls

so they'll never forget you. You can't be perfect.

You know you'll be back here next time you lose your sanity.

Now you're free,

but you know you'll be back in these walls.

You know you'll be mad

once again striving to find "perfect."

They'll try to cure you, more static,

but you'll never be cured

This is your sanity.

Sunglass Eyes

The eyes say all that's in your mind.

~ Put on your sunglasses. ~

Thick white sunglasses cover her green eyes.

You aren't who you say you are.

And she's wearing a whole other disguise,

Hidden far beneath that you'd never recognize.

Oh so lovely, her small talk on the surface.

You think she's hanging on your thread.

But she's got quite a different purpose,

A strategic plan calculated inside her head.

Of course, you think you're making all the moves.

You think she's playing the game you made.

But you're playing by all her rules,

Just another pawn with a name.

You stare deep into her sunglass eyes.

You think you've found your advantage.

But she knows she's your kryptonite,

More than you could ever manage.

You're hiding something down low.

You think it will help you win this game.

But she's got a bigger secret and she knows

All the moves you'll ever make.

Here at this table, now it all seems so sweet.

You almost believe all your lies.

But she can see through all your deceit,

That's why thick white sunglasses cover her green eyes.

Paradise

We all need to take a break from our lives.

~ Escape to Paradise. ~

I sit there sipping my coffee, trying to catch your eye. 

We're both holding the same Eiffel trinket - a common ground. 

Who are you? I want to know you and make you mine. 

You take off your hat, coat and place your briefcase down. 

It started out as a business trip, but it's all pleasure now. 

Open up to me as we sit together in this cafe,

Before we have to take our flight tomorrow back to our lives. 

You study me through bottles of rum, but leave your thoughts at bay. 

Who am I? We're both bodies, just slaves to time. 

I'm so glad you found me at this Paradise. 

You're my mystery man, who I'm not sure I can trust. 

So, I wear my heart shaped sunglasses and let you take my hand. 

You notice my little old ring is beginning to turn to rust,

But we won't talk about that because he's in another land. 

Who are we? Does fate forbid this love to stand?

When you're gone, all I'll have is the cotton of this new red dress. 

You'll take with you your memories. I'll take the sacrifice. 

And all I'll be is another trinket you collect. 

Put me in your mantle so you'll remember the heist. 

Aren't you glad we met just once in this Paradise?

Tables

You have the same thing on your minds, but you'll both never know.

~ Pick up the phone. ~

I watch the cars leave the driveways.

They speed away towards lives you'll never know.

You hear the rain on your window,

Drops so delicate, like the edges of my dress now frayed.

You go downstairs to a stale cup of coffee.

I stare at my bowl, like it holds some kind of warning.

My eyes on inked words, it's just another morning.

You turn your head to my chair, but I'm not there.

You have the taste of liquor in your mouth.

I have the taste of words I said.

We sit at our tables thinking about things we regret.

Only one day, but feels like forever now.

A ring is taunting you from the other room.

A tan line is taunting me on my left ring finger.

The ghosts of our words unsaid still linger,

Thick like humidity from a storm in the afternoon.

We're at different tables in scattered places,

But we sit together on opposite sides.

We sit here and contemplate changing our minds.

It can't be over. We've left far too many traces. 

I reach for the phone.

You put it down.

The rain pours outside.

Is it all over now?

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Satisfaction

Nothing is ever as it seems, until you close your eyes.

~ Open your mind. ~

Sitting in a dark cold room this time again,

Living life like it’s gone off the 

edge.

Lonely minds make wandering eyes.

There’s only so long to play pretend.

The door is shut but it’s still o p e n,

Just look at light in another focus.

Tainted sighs make pretty lies.

They’re too naive to even notice.

Step it up now, won’t have too long,

But don’t ever believe it could be wrong,

Rule breakers make heart takers.

At least the loneliness is gone.

Don’t come too near in fear,

Someone may see it far too CLEAR.

Risk takers make love fakers.

As long as it looks sincere.

Go now and find another distraction,

But remember this forbidden attraction.

Nosey others break crossed lovers.
The day we finally found satisfaction.

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Black Out

The light we need has always been over head, but we're blinded by an imitation. 

~ Look at the stars. ~  

We spent our time in the shadows of dimmed street lights. 

Everything seemed perfect there, only for a moment. 

An endless cycle, more than once we said goodbye,

But we never let go of a subconscious one last hope.

We met each other in damaged dreams many times,

In big houses full of taunting, opinionated people.

Were we fortunate both our times never seem to align?

We still tried to meet under the dimmed street lights once in a while. 

Sometimes people are lucky that light bulbs burn out -

That's the funny thing about dimmed street lights.

We didn't know the difference between black and brown outs until now,

Until there was just one remedy to those haunting lights.

Finally, I can see the stars outside my wake-less dreams. 

They're brighter and better than I thought possible. 

I broke the curse of that incessant need

To walk blindly on the tedious path for so long. 

I can't find my way back to those dimmed street lights. 

Not anymore, not even in my wildest dreams.

All those memories quickly blur in the back of my mind

Because today I finally found my remedy.

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Waiting

We're all waiting for something to make a change in our lives. 

~ When you least expect it. ~ 

The car, the driveway.

The memories, deciding.

That room, this couch.

That shirt, a way out.

The park in the moon light.

The sound of sweet lies.

Those promises again.

Those promises broken.

She was waiting for a sunny day

in a world with only rain.

The door, an entry.

The words, false serenity.

That hat, this memory.

That phrase, like candy.

The house in emptiness.

The mind's deadliness.

Those words so sweet.

Those words still plead.

She thought it was something she needed,

had no other reason.

The magic, the message.

The fate, protective.

That time, this first.

That sign, full of nerves.

The rest's irrelevance.

This one's resonance.

Those words so true.

Those doubts renewed.

There's so much she didn't know,

until she finally let go.

The food, the conversation.

The mood, true salvation.

That day, this smile.

That change, something final.

The past is the past.

The future to last.

Those eyes never lie.

Those eyes all mine.

She knows now what it means

to really have something.

She has forgotten now 

what it was like, somehow.

She's been completely renewed

to see the truth.

She is what she's been waiting for,

all she's been hoping for.

Porcelain Doll

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Life of The Porcelain Doll

 I wrote this as a lyrical poem back in middle school, and it inspired the creation of an entire world.

~ Where it all began. ~

I'm drowning in my sorrows.

I suffocate in my own air.

I fear for every tomorrow,

Bows in my synthetic hair.

See my pain through glass eyes.

No one sees that I'm there.

I've become a slave to my own devise.

It pours out from under what I wear.

My skin is milky white and cold.

Under the weight, my own legs fold.

I'm dressed up in cream colored chains.

Don't let it fool you, it's easily stained.

I'm just a porcelain doll.

Fall on the floor, I shatter to pieces.

Please pick up my heart, promise to keep it.

Glue me back together 

Forever, I break so easily.

I have a voice. Do what you want with me.

To all, I'm just a porcelain doll.

I'm falling backwards, down

On the shelf too long a while.

It hurts when I hit ground,

Sharp edges can't be filed.

Smile's painted on my face. 

But I have no reason to smile.

I can't show all my pain.

I'm older now than my miles.

My skin is milky white and cold.

Under the weight, my own legs fold.

I'm dressed up in cream colored chains.

Don't let it fool you, it's easily stained.

I'm just a porcelain doll.

Fall on the floor, I shatter to pieces.

Please pick up my heart, promise to keep it.

Glue me back together 

Forever, I break so easily.

I have a voice. Do what you want with me.

To all, I'm just a porcelain doll.

I don't need a dollhouse. I don't like these walls.

I think that I'm old enough to know how to crawl.

I can't live in a carriage for the rest of my life.

You ask me to stay, but I'm willing to fight.

I'm not so fragile. I'm not made of porcelain. 

Its time that you see that I'm just human.

I'm just a porcelain doll.

Fall on the floor, I shatter to pieces.

Please pick up my heart, promise to keep it.

Glue me back together

Forever, I break so easily.

I have a voice. Do what you want with me.

To all, I'm just a porcelain doll.

I'm just a porcelain doll.

Porcelain doll.

I'm just a porcelain doll.

Porcelain doll.

I'm just a porcelain doll.