got a little ditty running through my head, gonna play with it later - gotta sleep now.

something about, no time for make-up, covered in mud

designer clothes do no good, muddy puppies...

excuse me if i'm not a super model

rather be a role model

rather have a heart.

Silly Shoes

Having a difficult time throwing out my old shoes. They're witnesses to the roads that I choose. Like to watch people's shoes as they're walkin' away. Wonder what they'll have seen by the end of the day.

Do you ever imagine of the things your shoes see? The ups and the downs, the dirt roads, the streets?

I've shoes that have roamed throughout Western New York, then took a train the whole way out to the West Coast. On my feet there in Hollywood, when I first saw that sign. Star-struck in Los Angeles as we dreamt up new rhymes.

Kept my feet warm as I fell in love the first time. Through my sorrows and victories, had some good laughs, better cries.

Wore those shoes to the beach and La Jolla shores. Took out the trash in those shoes- they helped me with my chores.

Those shoes ran circles around that impossible man as he whispered sweet, Russian nothings that we didn't understand.

I ran in those shoes until I couldn't breathe. They moved us to San Diego and then helped me leave.

Had these shoes for six years as I've learned what I'm about...That's why I'm having a hard time throwing them out.

Not sure of my purpose, but there's no way of telling. Sick of fighting inside, wish my brain would stop yelling right at my heart saying, "You're here for a reason" cause though I think I may see it, my heart won't believe it.

Keep going in circles, cause it's some place to go. Keep smiling at strangers just to keep up the show. Say "please" and "Thank You" when I couldn't care less - never fit into their image cause I'm lacking finesse.

Don't want to be just another lost soul- drifting around as life takes it's toll. My mind is racing, but I've nothing to say. Saved only because God hears the thoughts that I pray and I send up to Him all of my doubts but I feel so hypocritical when we tumble out of bed. Sweaty and tangled for the 10th time this month - fucking like animals just to feel something for once.

We lay quietly afterwards, though my mind keeps on screamin' as I lay there and beg for release from my demons.

Work in Progress

Feels like I'm always thirteen steps behind. Born 50 years ahead of my time.

An artist after budget cuts.
An actor once the curtains shut.
A child when there isn't time for games.
A gambler with no hope of gain.
An author in an illiterate city
A model that doesn't quite pass for pretty
A friend to few, and then from afar
Only offer submission when it's not too hard
Eager to learn after classes are cancelled
Asl you a question to see if you know the right answer
Working the hardest when there's no money involved
Have no faith in humans, though they say we've evolved
A dreamer discouraged, a lover out of time
I may be out of place, but I'm at home with my rhymes.