| Sometimes I am that girl. The girl who, sings while she walks, wishes on stars, people, lips. I love open and big, I'm shy and easily scared. I'm witty and silly and I don't often filter or spell check. Dancing Naked is a frame of mind, a way to live. I dare myself to be seen.  Thank you for looking. |
Please Be KindWhat's going on over there?Please Be Kind by ~freakishlywired
It's a crowd of long black hair.
In a cloud of smoke,
and the smell of whiskey.
A mushroom of silence,
but they seem to be yelling.
It's one o clock, nothing ever goes down,
after twelve.
But it can happen any time, any day, anywhere,
and she says it from experience.
Pop a pack,
and take a smoke.
Feel it twist and twine about,
swirling memories
that dull the pain of something
you don't want to remember again.
Please be kind.
What's going on over there?
That crowd of long black hair,
is shouting and stomping,
raving along.
They take initiative,
and move to the left,
and two to the right,
fo
FineFine.Fine by ~freakishlywired
Be that way.
I don't mind;
just take the highway,
and get out of my mind.
I don not know your past,
as I do not know your future.
And, at the moment,
you could go to hell, because I don't know you anymore.
You're not willing to risk yourself,
to save us.
That's okay-
I don't need you.
I think I can manage quite well without you.
To live
and
breath
and
see
without the likes of you to cloud and overshadow me.
So I am saying a goodbye,
that you probably won't hear,
because your head will forever be stuck in the sand.
Farewell, my heart.
My KadenHe was a magician,My Kaden by ~freakishlywired
tempting the fates.
Just another addition to the youth of this place.
He had an imagination
with a wild streak.
Guns and cowboys and robbing banks-
nothing was too frightening,
all wrought with mystery and intrigue.
Let's play cars, but yours can't fly.
The castle is in danger, burn the girl, and take the keep.
Always the perfect pirate or rake marquis.
We danced with sparklers
And played tickle monsters-
ran around in circles until we couldn't breathe.
He was just a magician,
tempting his flashing fates;
casting his innocent spell in his wake.
Just another addition to the youths of this place.
StalkerI love to hang out,Stalker by ~freakishlywired
and have you call the cops.
I send dozens of roses everyday,
all to your disgust.
I know everything about you,
you drink coffee every morning, vanilla bean.
Take a shower,
look so fine under that hot water.
Read the comics in your daily newspaper,
never laughing, not even smiling.
Not even I,
your number one fan,
can make you happy.
I write you poems.
And sing you songs.
Following you down the street.
And what I'd like most is to listen to you sleep,
and you don't even know me.
Sitting outside on your doorstep,
at night howling to the moon.
Going through your garbage can,
looking for your every scrap
Sta.sh
Happy Birthday! 
