October 27, 2009

Prickly Dreams

With just one prick, my dream bleeds deep
& a nightmare fevers into somber sleep.
I run, I jump, I fall, then tumble.
I'm followed, I hide, then the walls start to crumble.
My body tosses - turns in toils.
Sweat drips cold as my dream burns & boils.
I wake to scream & tears blind my sight.
This sickly monster will find no rest tonight.

July 04, 2009

Smile

Smile...
A little smile
Just for me...
Show me your smiling eyes
Set your laugh free

I know it's in you
I saw it on your face before
A smile so sweet
Want to taste it once more

I'll be your clown
I'll dance around
Just to see the look on your face
For just a little taste
So, smile...
A little smile...
Just for me - please?

February 09, 2007

Mother, Mother

Mother, mother
Can you hear me?
I'm just calling to say hello
How's the weather?
How's my father?
Am I lonely? Heavens, no
Mother, mother
Are you listening?
Just a phone call to ease your mind
Life is perfect
Never better
Distance making the heart grow blind

When you sent me off to see the world
Were you scared that I might get hurt?
Would I try a little tobacco?
Would I keep on hiking up my skirt?

I'm hungry
I'm dirty
I'm losing my mind
Everything's fine!!!!

I'm freezing
I'm starving
I'm bleeding to death
Everything's fine!!!!

Yeah, I'm working
Making money
I'm just starting to build a name
I can feel it
Around the corner
I could make it any day

Mother, mother
Can you hear me?
Yeah, I'm sober. Sure, I'm sane
Life is perfect
Never better
Still your daughter, still the same

If I tell you what you want to hear
Will it help you to sleep well at night?
Are you sure that I'm your perfect dear?
Now just cuddle up and sleep tight

I'm hungry
I'm dirty
I'm losing my mind
Everything's fine!!!!

I'm freezing
I'm starving
I'm bleeding to death
Everything's fine!!!!!

I miss you
I love you

by Tracy Bonham

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September 14, 2006

A Day in the Life of a Tree

dyingtree.jpgFeel the wind burn through my skin
The pain, the air is killing me
For years my limbs stretched to the sky
A nest for birds to sit and sing

But now my branches suffer
And my leaves don't bear the glow
They did so long ago

One day I was full of life
My sap was rich and I was strong
From seed to tree I grew so tall
Through wind and rain I could not fall

But now my branches suffer
and my leaves don't offer
Poetry to men of song

Trees like me weren't meant to live
If all this world can give
Pollution and slow death

Oh Lord I lay me down
No life's left to be found
There's nothing left for me

Trees like me weren't meant to live
If all this earth can give
Is pollution

Trees like me weren't meant to live
(Oh Lord I lay me down)
If all this earth can give
(My branches to the ground)
Is pollution and slow death
(There's nothing left for me)

Oh Lord I lay me down
My branches to the ground
There's nothing left for me
by The Beach Boys

July 17, 2006

"My I.Q." by Ani DiFranco

Let's see... I was four years old & they tried to test my I.Q.
They showed me a picture of 3 oranges and a pear.
They asked me, "Which one is different? It does not belong?"
They taught me different is wrong.
But when I was 13 years old, I woke up one morning,
thighs covered in blood like a war - like a warning
that I live in a breakable takeable body,
an ever-increasingly valuable body.
That a woman had come in the night to replace me -
deface me.

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September 20, 2002

Baby Angels In The Sky

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March 28, 2002

Into Me

What would you do
if my heart was hollow,
& echoed in your heart & mind?
What if I were shallow,
constantly making you jealous all the time?
What if I were the girl
who made you the fool
& didn't give a fuck how you felt?
Maybe if I didn't meet you,
I wouldn't feel your laughter cutting into me...

What if I was
the one you loved
& I laughed at your belief in destiny?
& If that would hurt you,
I would coat it with the same kindness you covered over me.
Wouldn't it be funny
if you were the one to cry
& I ignored your attempt to reach me?
Maybe if I couldn't love,
I wouldn't have felt you pushing into me...

What would happen
if I watched you bleed?
Would I be sorry for your suffering
or would I be relieved,
that you are bleeding instead of me?
Wouldn't it be nice
if you were truly sorry
& I didn't give a shit about your apology?
Maybe if I didn't care,
I wouldn't feel your nails digging into me...