fire escape

are you a runner?

im betting on not

when things in here

might get too hot

the heat goes up
and where are you

still standing here
your stuck like glue

humph

hisss grrrr

grumble grumble

small trembles no bother

but on week legs they shake me

and today my legs are tired

i shake my fist in the air 

the minor frustrations have worn on my skin

i need rest 

and some water

re energize 

re hydrate

tomorrow will be fine

and ill walk softly over the minor quakes

paying no mind

tread lightly..

step softly as you walk on by

for i can feel your weight

a heavy-ness in the air

can pull on me quite easily

for i am a sensitive soul

i walk quietly through....

like the natives  before me with no sound 

never known that i was there
with heavy heart

or weighty care

... company

i think all those screams lost to the wind

carried out

i think all those thoughts i thought so hard

traveled the waves

i think they came in with the tide

and over time

they swam in

and its funny to think

that the man by the water

had seen those same waves

and felt that same breeze

and maybe he heard

what no one else could

and maybe he pulled

just a bit closer to me

and slowly we met

and my speech became louder

my words became clearer

and suddenly i felt i heard

and though hes a stranger in so many ways

he seems to be something i can relate

for what we dont understand completely

we make up in love and stand by

and he listens to things

as my thoughts ramble on

and he gives me his hand to hold

even in harder times

and i take it quite willingly

and walk on besides him

lighthouse

i always love climbing to the top

even with a fear of heights

not quite sure its a "fear" of heights

as much as it is a nervous or dizzy thing for me

scared ill fall?

or scared ill lose control and fling myself off the edge? 

hehe

either way i tend to try and face my fear of heights

because my love for climbing much outweighs it

plus once your at the top its always soo beautiful

manchild

once there was a boy
who met a woman
and pretended to be a man

and he dressed the part
 and talked the part
but couldnt stick to his plan

for when times got tough
and the woman would lean
the boy would run away

and the woman would cry
what could she do
there was nothing more to say

soft spoken

i am an original 

sais the quiet girl 

who gets a bit lost in a crowd of unique faces

i am what i am

sais the girl

as she does her best impression of the sailor man

but at the end of the day 

i must be happy 

and ok with the fact that most will never know me

most will never have heard of me

and most will continue on unaware of what was never presented to them

and so i am unique

sais the girl

in a proud quiet voice

that was heard only by a few

the few that mattered 

to her

.......

carry on