Compilation Poem for November 5, 2015

You are always going to have fun. Remember that.

Twisted rope of day

Swan beaks on chest of drawers

Box of Umbrellas.

When you are gone,

toiling and tiling the bathroom.

This is my song,My song in Hollywood.

I might be weird but... no you get to live your life around me!

Hard act to follow, long dead monkey head.

Intense geometry, dance of geometry.

Tiny voices,

Tiny voices: 

Wibble wable weeble a;lskdjf sa;l dflksajf sdlf;j asdflkj....

Servant girl to the connection. 

Servant girl to the world wide web.

Wise man knows this is a stencil.

Mix gene pool.

Next big thing- you have no value.

Detective for the wrong reasons.

Take the Snake.

Order is good.

Follow surf line, feel seaweed.

One must be careful. Why? Because experience teaches me how vulnerable I am. 

Which patterns should or shouldn't I wear?

Taught myself.

Cold shell.

Lungs work against me-

Try to understand-

It's chill... It's chill. 

Washing fingerprints from walls. 

Not one to slump under sentimentality. 

Favorite dress with flats that match.

Smooth hair for shine.

Irregular flickers.

Knee deep in,

church bells....

I evaporate.

Be There.

Untitled now.

Sometimes I cry.

Come up short.

Too many actors are unemployed.

Self Image out of focus-

Burn it all!

Don't have a lot of learnin... I Do! I'm Smart!

You have to improve on the blank page,

And God says Yes, Yes, Yes!

Maze of tiny streets.

Lost without a navigator.

Deeper and Deeper in foreign territory,

But in the same church yard.

I want to...

I want to...

I want to...

There's an ocean of life in front of me.

Less awkwardly.

Sing to sleep not concert halls.

Songs save my heart and brain.

Song means I have something more to give.

Play me to be your friend.

Brain is running a marathon.

In 2,3,4, Out 6,7,8.

Everything is Fine. Everything is Fine! 

Broken, broken, broken.

I don't have anything but frogs, but not enough frogs.

Why do we try so hard when this will end.

It doesn't matter if we win or loose.

Foot prints fade.

Take the challenge of Life.

You. Are. Beautiful.

Strive to be the best version of you.

I don't think it does. Funny story.

Ones you love drifting.

Chasing was too much.

Forget.

Fall out.

Over.

No confusion.

Compiled (and sung) by Elisa Black