What an inconvenient truth it is, The voice inside your head says, And the guilt consumes you, You don’t need me to tell you, All the world has gone to bed, But there’s still that feeling you dread, And you’re drowning in it’s silence, Maybe you’re loneliness is caused by your ignorance, If only the silence was a song, I wonder if you know you’re wrong, When the night comes and one knows, That’s when your tears flow.

My Silly Heart

In this chest is my heart, here's the key,

But one thing I could never do, is make you love me,

And these feelings just cannot be forced,

But I can't help but feel a little remorse.

I know you don't feel for me the way I feel for you,

We're good friends I value that, there's nothing you need do,

But as a friend I need to tell you what is in my heart,

An unsaid truth is like a wall that keeps us apart.

I'm spinning around,

I'm falling to the ground,

Trying harder than before,

Crying tears hurt even more.

I'm just a girl who found out she wasted her time,

I sit here with blood soiled hands but there was no crime,

So, I'm a fool for loving a boy who doesn't love me,

And I can't help but wonder if you'll ever see.

I've been living the same lie I've told,

The same boring story and it gets old,

I know someday, I'll get it figured out,

And I'll have to learn to live without.

I can't make you love me if you don't,

I can't make your heart feel something it won't,

My feelings are messy and you've torn them apart,

With your playful ways, you fooled my silly heart.

Out of the Blue

Rush of blue and green,
Something refreshing and new,
I'm into the blue,
What could it mean?

What could this mean,
This indescribable rush,
My brain turns to mush,
This rush of blue and green,

In this rush of blue and green,
We can't breath it's air,
But foreign creatures give it's flair,
What could this mean?

What could it mean,
That only sunlit diamonds separate our worlds,
That all my passions are unfurled,
When I'm out of the rush of blue and green.

Rush of blue and green,
Something familiar, not new,
I'm out of the blue,
What does this mean?

Storm

Storm

Hail pounds on rooftops,
In a syncopated rhythm,
A flash of blue and thunder,
From a sky, angry and dim,

A soft classical melody,
Plays along with the beat,
I feel your arms embrace me,
As you kiss me with such heat.

The lights are out but I feel you,
As you kiss me with lips quite warm,
I feel safe and comforted,
As we watch the performance of the storm.

Steel Jungle

Light pollution,
Constant confusion,
You can't see stars,
And you don't know where you are,

In the nature it destroys,
There's a constant noise,
Hustle and bustle,
You're in the steel Jungle,

Tigers run on fuel,
And there are no rules,
Snakes made from neon,
I can't forget that you're gone,
And I'm alone,
I'm significantly prone,

To the dangers of the steel jungle.

Dear Media/Little Girl

Dear Media,

I pry my eyes open and rise from bed,
I look in the mirror: It's the same sight I dread,
I can see no beauty; I'd rather be dead,
But instead of death, I'll skip breakfast instead,

I get dressed and put on my face,
I look for the beauty but there is no trace,
Maybe with makeup, I'll display that certain grace,
This pain that I feel inside, I wish I could erase,

Why doesn't the media just go away?
Allow me to love myself today,
I hate myself and it's myself who I betray,
What is the real message the media conveys?

It's me who cries, the teenage girl,
Because my hair doesn't have that pretty curl,
All of my emotions continue to unfurl,
Sick media messages make me want to hurl.


To The Little GIrl Causing So Much Trouble!

Dear little girl in the mirror,
it's me, the media, can you hear?
With my help, your head will see much clearer,
It's really those extra pounds you need to sheer,

With this lipstick, your lips will be beautifully red,
Don't you remember my brand, what the commercial said?
My T.V. jingle just won't leave your head,
I know your life is on it's last thread,

But I just can't get enough of you,
Little girl, please don't feel blue,
If you're gone, what will I do?
Here, why don't you buy some of this goo?

With this cover-up, you'll be blemish free,
When you go out on a date with that special boy, he won't see,
The ugly you, and together you'll finally be,
The truth is, I need your money, so your best friend will be me.