When You've Gotta Dance, Dance

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Still Chapter One:

Dear Train...
       My mother is making dinner like she always does and she told me to tell you to tell your mother that you are all invited over tonight. Don't tell your mother you have to come though because if you do come I will not be allowed to wear sweats at the dinner table. But if you do decide to come and your mother says you can make sure you let me know before you come that way I can be prepared for the occasion. That's all I guess.
From, Me

I folded the note and continued thinking while my teacher continued to babble something random about derivatives and jerk functions. Something I knew entirely nothing about.

Grandpa always told me that having a job was valuable in high school because you got to have the social interaction with people, especially if you worked in a job were you were at the service of others. I've never had a job, and that could very well be why I am so socially awkward and I blunder all my words when I try to talk to people. For this reason, this blundering that is, I don't talk to people much. That is why I scared the boy next to me while, and at the same time surprised myself when I leaned over and whispered to him, pointing out that the teacher had chalk smeared down the side of her official pencil skirt that looked so uncomfortable. The boy looked back at my with shock, probably at the fact that I spoke and the low level maturity in the pointing out of chalk. But then he laughed and said something to me. I didn't register that something in my head however because I was so shocked that I had spoken.

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Your tales, soft.
Fill up the empty in my heart.
Your lies, harsh.
Carry my rage through hurt.
Your thoughts, true.
Laugh at my ignorance.
Your actions, dumb.
Caress my longing look for you.

My love, leave yourself behind
Beat inside me, leave you blind
My love, you have found peace
You were searching for release

You gave it all into the call
You took a chance and
You took the fall for us

You came thoughtfully
Loved me faithfully
You taught me honor
You did it for me

Tonight you will sleep for good
You will wait for me, my love

Now I am strong, you gave me all
You gave all you had
And now I am home

My love, leave yourself behind
Beat inside me, leave you blind
My love, look what you can do
I am mending, I'll be with you

You took my hand and added a plan
You gave me your heart
I asked you to dance with me

You loved honestly
Did what you could release
Ah, ooh

I know you're pleased to go
I won't relieve this love

Now I am strong, you gave me all
You gave all you had
And now I am home

My love, leave yourself behind
Beat inside me, I'll be with you

I Wish For It To Forever Rain On Your Fields.

Stop me before I fall off a cliff.
Because then I might actually live.
I need your light and I need your arm.
I'm trying my hardest to keep you from harm.

"A poem can have an impact, but you can't expect an audience to understand all the nuances"
-- Douglas Dunn

Sometimes I feel like I am an extremely mean person. Not because I really am mean, because the more I think about it, I really am not mean. But sometimes I feel like I am. Don't ask me how this makes sense but it kind of does, at least in my brain.

Cute clothes make me sick because I want them so much. I want to go shopping at DI and buy everything. The End.

Walk Like Matter is a Solid

My heart is thrown into the wild air,

I'm trying to follow your turning trail. 

It's hard to read your tattered lines, 

I'm amazed at your unbelievable mind. 

I'm taken backwards by your kindly style, 

Your shiny young laugh and your interesting smile.