Sky Art.

Are you Listening?

Sometimes it feels like I'm speaking through a funnel
My words lined up like soldiers ready to fall
on deaf ears.

No one hears the real sound or thinks deeper than face value.
It all seems pointless to try some days
Why bother with fitting into the social norms
when the payoff is empty.

We all look at "crazy" and ask where were the signs,
but they were right there
You were just to self absorbed to see it or care.

Most peoples likes and needs are pretty transparent.
Our inner thoughts have a way of outwardly betraying us when we
least expect it.
But who is paying attention?
Are you?
Are you listening?
Really?

Thoughtfulness isn't just doing something for someone
its thinking it through and really taking interest in a
genuine way.
Robots can please without thinking or caring.
Is that what we have become?
Is that what you've become?
Are you listening?
Are you?

Feels like even this pen to paper is just a self serving
way to get things out. Even when spoken, the listener is
just putting on face until its their turn to speak.

What fun it is to be the thinker alone in sensitive thoughts.
Abandoned words that fall from lips to ears that are asleep.
One day it will make sense to you if you are truly listening.
Are you?
Are you listening?

By then it will probably be too late.

There’s a part of me that holding on and still believes
But sometimes it feels like this is what I get for settling
I remember how we’d try to drive as fast as we
Could to catch the sunset before
The colors had a chance to bleed
The brilliance of the orange peeled into its layers of pink

I remember why there was something more than that drive home
I remember to believe
I don’t know why it hit me today
But in my own way
God meet me
God meet me half way

There’s still a part of me that’s holding back
It’s the reserve of my own ignorance
The mountaintops hide the orange peeling through the shades of pink
And I remember why there’s more to believe
God meet me half way
Just for today
God meet me
God meet me half way

This heart isn’t sure where it should go to find solace
Its not a past time I’ve come close to mastering yet
But I know there’s something missing
And I know there’s something more to believe
As the clouds set a haze over the orange peeling into shades of pink
I remember
And just for today
God meet me half way
God meet me
God meet me half way

If I was half as strong on my own as I wish to be
I wouldn’t be here questioning
Watching heaven unfold from the clouds
Peeling orange to pink
And just for today
God meet me
God meet me
God meet me half way

Ciao babe, catch you on the flip side

He said, condescendingly to me

Ghost ride, always on the inside

Playing like, small talk, foreign to me

Always like a visitor in my skin

When I’m around plastic smiles

Molds are fixed, counterfeit grins

He walks past me with that shit grin

So smug, like he knows the answer

to this joke I’m in

Fish bowl, swimming in a tailspin

Glass cracked, trying to get out

shy orbit spin

It’s not that knowing you makes me feel better

When your mouth runs a pyramid scheme in chatter

Posed on the Harvard high tower called luck

Whatever you are inside

My memory serves your outline

My memory serves your outline

was F@$*ed…

Puff smoke, cigars of a blindside

Circles, customized to the narrow mind

Checkmate, how to mind the proud king

Pockets lined from autocracy

Every now and then I miss the old days

For what its worth you gave me

A snapshot of depravity

Posed on the Harvard high tower called luck

Whatever you are inside

My memory serves your outline

My memory serves your outline

was F@$*ed…

Smiles for the good old boys

Smiles for the good old boys

Smile

Smile

Posed on the Harvard high tower called luck

Whatever you are inside

My memory serves your outline

My memory serves your outline

was F@$*ed…

Mondays. Today my cubicle neighbors called out so it was a really quite day. I didn't get to hear any Christmas songs on an endless loop which was the deafening kind of quiet... weird. But anyways...(cartoon from savagechickens)

There’s got to be more to this life
than waking up to sit in a sea of brake lights
I’m looking for motivation on a 9 to 5 clock
where the pictures on my walls are showing me
somewhere I’m not
my small window view to another wall inches away
this leash of “don’t take chances” keeps me
coming back everyday

and I sit in a cubicle

waiting like a countdown to release
to the ocean of red and halogen diamonds that awaits
before I know it 3 days have past in this
monotonous routine and I wonder where the time went
passing by people who hate the daily routine as much
as the secretary hates greeting everyone with a smile

and I sit in a cubicle

fantasizing this role is temporary
that there is something better out there than punching keys
to line someone else's pockets
this isn’t the dream I had as a little girl
no one dreams of sitting in 12 by 12 sections over
10,000 square feet
while playing dress up in mommy and daddy’s clothes
we swore we’d never wear
this isn’t the reward of hard work paying off
it’s a wish for a vacation
a smaller inbox
a day off where people genuinely care about your return
as a person and not a bot for inputting data

and I sit in a cubicle

We’ve seen this movie so many times
The storyline is dated and tired
I’ve stopped listening to the words
And started listening for a break in speech
So I know the end is coming and I can return to my own thoughts
I miss the beginning where your interest was peaked
Where every moment was a constant circle going from secure to unsure at lightening speed
I didn’t need sleep to survive the day
I just needed to hear you
I just needed to see you
And I loved it
How do I get that back?
What I miss most
It’s the hours we would talk until the sun cut in
How one look stole inhibitions
Nothing mattered in that moment
And I’m waiting for a sign that will tell me everything is alright
This is just a rough patch and everything will be fine
But I’ve been waiting on time and she isn’t budging towards ok
Living vicariously through friends just isn’t the same
It only reminds me of what I miss most
How there has to be a better way of finding solace
I miss most how I knew you were “the one”
Confidence overtook reason
The fairytale was realized
I just needed to hear you
I just needed to see you
And I loved it

Serenade me sweetly with your talk of lets be friends
I’m laying in the fetal position
Your asking if I’m ok
Yeah I’m just great

You’ve taken months to finally come out and write this ending
But I'm still looking at the forward where you still love me
Sweet words you used to call me

I haven’t died yet
I haven’t been crushed
I haven’t been rejected
I’m still in love
I haven’t died yet
I haven’t been crushed
I haven’t been rejected
I’m still in love with you

Tell me how you would’ve repeated the same steps that brought you here
Like I was the test run, go over me
My hearts still beating
My dear my dear

Still hear the swell of the music with our first kiss
You’ve already carved the notch
Roll the credits

I haven’t died yet
I haven’t been crushed
I haven’t been rejected
I’m still in love
I haven’t died yet
I haven’t been crushed
I haven’t been rejected
I’m still in love with you

I’m still in love
(Your were so)
I'm still in love
(Your were so)
Perfectly broken
Like me