I feel tall

It's out of the blue,
but not anything new,
that I feel tall,
when I stand next to you.

Hello, From Your Punching Bag

You rag on me, you tear me down,
It's not fun being pushed around.
I'm sorry I can't be the sister you want me to be.
I'll never be famous or homecoming queen.
I'm sorry I'm messy
I'm sorry I cry
I'm sorry that you're stuck on the opposite side.
I try really hard to make it work
But it always ends with you calling me jerk.
I never could please you it's always a game
There is no right answer, it ends in shame.

Lack of Color

I want to go back to that place,
where all the rooftops are red...

You're never truly home,
when you're away from where you began...

How can I feel homesick,
For a place I don't even remember,
For a place I havent been since march of 1995.

Nestled in Bavaria, about the size of Albert Lea,
I clenched onto my moms finger with baby hands for the first time.

I've seen the streets of Paris, the waterways that weave through Venice, and to think the very gas chambers of Dachau...

But not here and certainy not now...
I just want to go back. I just want to go back and remember what it was like to forget.

Shorn Sheep

Please,
unburden me of this tangled mane,
whose weight I cannot bear.

Meet Invisigirl.

No, Invisigirl does not have super powers, and she is not a super hero. In fact, I wouldn't call her 'super' at anything. A much more appropriate term would be 'mediocre'. The only thing worse then sucking at something, is being mediocre at everything. So it is like this that Invisigirl goes about her day, endlessly frustrated but also accepting. It's something you can only get used to.
Invisigirl waits for something to happen. Anything that proves she is more than mediocre. Right now you can bet she is waiting. waiting. waiting.