on a girls myspace today, i saw in her ‘about me’ that she loved poetry, that she writes and reads.
i saw it and i was jealous. because she was brave enough to actually say she liked poetry, rather than just keep it to herself.
i said i wanted to be different, i wanted to be better and braver. but how can i change anything when I’m still to scared to even tell people that i like poetry!?
why is it that its so easy to say something or type or write something, but so incredibly difficult to follow through?
how do you talk when you’ve got a squeak for a voice or type when your hands are shaking like ice in a blender? how do you smile when all you want to do is cry and how do you act like everything is okay when its so far from it?
where do people get the courage to be themselves? because what if it turns out nobody actually likes you?

new poem, written: 2010-02-12

Breath in, breath out
Speak what’s on your mind
Tumble out the words in a shout
Remember to forget to be kind

Scream as loud as you dare
Let the words escape with pleasure
Frighten the innocent, give them a scare
Challenge, see if they can measure

Project your voice into the breeze
Allow it to carry through to the world
Your mind can relax, body can ease
As your latest tragedy is unfurled


its called scream.