CARMEN THINKING - THE SOUND INSIDE A SEASHELL PART 1

CRAZY LITTLE LOVE IN A CRAZY LITTLE WORLD

September 3, 2014

I move mountains to reach your thoughts and touch your lips with fingertips

I am taller than the highest building and so small inside that I cannot be seen

the love reaches across centuries

it stretches for eternity

there is no point where you and I begin

there is no stopping what is bursting from within

we can win

the love is the goal not the game

the connection is the outcome

what we already have is our aim

you move to a place doctors thought I wouldn't touch with my fingertips much less dive into

you are stronger than the condition and better than the medication for me

your love reaches across insanity

AND THEN HE TOOK HER FACE INTO HIS HANDS AND HE KISSED HER, HE KISSED HER BREATHLESS AND SHE FELT AS THOUGH SHE HAD NEVER EVER BEEN KISSED BEFORE...

September 3, 2014

if I could put my emotion in a bottle you wouldn't drink it

if I gave myself to you as you ask you wouldn't have me

transparent is my mask but a mask is what I wear

and

now you judge me

as we share this kiss

as we share this wish

all the changes in our world

won't change who we are

won't change who refuse to be for each other

kiss me again and again

let me pretend

ask me again

let me defend

for the day will come

I know

when you will stop asking

when you will stop wanting

when you will stop trying

and deep down

we both know why...

EVERY NOW AND THEN I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY DO NOT FEEL LIKE BEING "NICE"

September 4, 2014

I expect very little of the world
I expect very much from me
and so does the whole world from me

now it must stop
for all the sweetness for all the kindness for all the "too much"ness
I must let go
the mystical and supernatural that is expected of me
is like a anchor that keeps me in place
is also a noose around my neck
tired of the pedestal that I have been placed upon
tired of this never being allowed to be wrong
if someone else is stabbed in the back
or attacked
revenge, retaliation, or at least hurt and anger is expected
but me?
oh dear no
never can be
I am much too holy
I fart fresh roses you see
I am made of pure sunshine
and I walk on clouds when I'm bored

how dare I get angry
am I not joy and love covered in skin?

oh
I expect very little of the world
but I love it still
I expect very much of me and I always will
but its is time for everyone to lay off and give me a break
but cause I have had about all the pressure that I can