I Think This Is How I Feel

Have you ever wanted to sing a song,
But the words wouldn't come out?
That you wish you could shout
and the words are simply profound,
Followed closely by celestial sound?

No Idea

No Melody

Tonight isn't my night to tell a story...

The Cloud Rabbit and Not-So-Cloud Sheep (Work-In-Progress)

Once upon a sky on a near perfect day, there lived a cloud rabbit. The cloud rabbit loved being a cloud rabbit; he could fly longer and higher than any bird could without ever getting tired and was never confined to any sort of restricting space except space itself. Unfortunately for the cloud rabbit, he knew that a near perfect day meant that he'd be the only one in the sky; All the cloud badgers and cloud turtles had gone home, waiting for another day to come out and play. The cloud rabbit frolicked for most of the morning, but soon became bored with the lack of opportunities that come with being alone. After drifting for a short while, he came about the prettiest green cloud he'd ever seen, considering it was the only green cloud he'd ever seen. Now, it is known to most that green clouds are a tad... smoggy, but the cloud rabbit was naive enough that whatever he didn't recognize, he wanted to eat. He took a bite from cloud grass and only a few moments later realized how terrible it tasted, spitting and coughing out whatever would come out. The cloud rabbit sighed at his tremendous amount of misfortune he had experienced through out his day and became so sad that he wanted to cry. However, every good cloud knows that you must not cry, or else you will lose a part of yourself and it may never come back. As the cloud rabbit contemplated his dilemma, he looked down at the sky of another kind and saw rolling green hills with "clouds" grazing, each looking quite content with it's patch of sky. The cloud rabbit watched for a while and thought, "I should go down there and taste some of that grass..."

A Lady At The Masquerade (You Don't Belong Here)

In A Room of Red Dresses, I picked
Yours
Was a pale, fainting blue.
Nothing more than a picnic dress.
Defiance of the most humble kind.

As the Red Dresses scoffed behind their painted ceramic masks,
You held composure and pride in what you had and who you were.

I liked that.

While the Red Dresses spoke Hyena to you,
They "accidentally" spilled their glass of jealousy over your elegant "rags"
But, the blood of your social slaying didn't hinder or cannibalize you;
You refilled her glass.

I loved that.

what rhymes with gone?

The sun is setting

I'm done betting

It definately ain't coming back.

down is the sun

it's done

no more fun

for this sun of a gun.

the moon is late

still on her date

probably

she isn't coming, is she?

but if sun or moon won't be

as i sit atop this belfry

will this mystery

ever leave me?

Burn me, sun

or freeze me, moon.

just don't leave me here

to bathe in this lone tear.

i need you

i don't care what you do

hit me

hug me

curse me

coddle me

just be near

so i can hear

with my own ear

that you are here

i'm a broken toy

a crushed joy

don't be coy

you speak far too faint

to peel anymore paint

from the dainty frame.

i now have no shame

it floats in the bay

where we used to play

it was only yesterday...

please don't throw me away...

List of Lily's Loopies

1.) Don't offer a sweater or jacket (scarfs ok)

2.) Don't whisper in her ear

3.) Analogies are a bad idea

4.) Puns are a worse idea

5.) Cream roses are the best. White roses are awful (there is a HUGE difference)

6.) Don't touch her face. She's far too ticklish.

7.) Quotes are incredibly not personal - therefore not real.

8.) "Go Away!" doesn't really mean go away, especially when you are in the middle of The Ghetto around midnight.

9.) She's afraid of heights.

10) "She's Always a Woman" by Billy Joel is "basically her favorite song..."
11.) You can't win. It's not allowed.
12.) How's it going to end?
13.) (Like this)...

A Song of Sheer Impulse

Want to walk?

We can talk.

Give me a mile to make you smile.

The sun's setting.

There's no telling

If the church bell sounds our end as well.

Don't you want to know if this is over

Or if this light is simply our chauffeur

I know I do...

Should we be moving this bookend?

Will this tail chasing ever end?

I see a fat lady, but she ain't singing

and I see some pigs, but they ain't winging

that's why i won't stop bringing lyrics to your door

Do you want more?

Do you want more?

I know I do...

My Heart has a Stutter My Tongue Can't Articulate

I went sailing today

Where circles never felt so straight.

The rubber was my sails

And the pavement was my sea.

The sky was my speakers;

And the stars sang its song

All reason was lost

And not bid adieu

For when did logic

Appreciate nonsensical company?

Reality will never make a home

For such a delightful ship;

Making an undelightful docking

For a vessel of dreams.