February 28th, 2005
Gonna run away
Gonna run so far
Gonna hitch a ride
In a Volkswagen car
Gonna run away
Gonna be so free
Gonna yell out loud
I am finally free
February 28th, 2005
Gonna run away
Gonna run so far
Gonna hitch a ride
In a Volkswagen car
Gonna run away
Gonna be so free
Gonna yell out loud
I am finally free
February 24th, 2005
Family’s tearing me apart
Cutting me in half right through my heart
Teardrops falling from my eyes as I sing
Thinking about what tomorrow might bring
I don’t even feel safe at my home
My best friend’s telling me to run away
Writing my life at my own tone
As blurry visions conquer my day
Writing the blues of the Doll family
We show Dolls aren’t perfect so everyone can see
On the side of my house is a rainbow
All the colors are black and gray though
My parents are divorced, two different homes
But at either one I still feel all alone
There’s no place for safe dwelling
So I’m locked in my room listening to the yelling
Dad’s at work in Morgan Hill
I can’t call him though
It would run up the phone bill
But I’d feel safer at his house
Mom took away the Play Station 2
Robert doesn’t know what he should do
As he’s turning on all the lights in the house
I’m in my room as quiet as a mouse
Mom’s telling the boys to go live at our dads
This family has drove me mad
Kevin again acting like he’s something
But now I know for sure he’s nothing
Steven’s throwing more stuff at Mom’s door
There’s a dent in it and an incense holder on the floor
Robert’s pointing it all out to me, surprised
And I’m losing my mind right before my eyes
I’ve been in my room all day
And to my family I’ve stayed out of the way
My best friend told me to see Mrs. Todd
And I’m telling her that counseling is odd
Doll’s aren’t perfect
And neither are we
Doll’s aren’t perfect
But nobody will ever be
Note: I can’t believe I wrote this exactly 21 years ago!
February 14th, 2005
Carefree rhyming as you go
Changing words to and fro
Poetry is what I do best
Need help and I’ll be your guest
No need to even rhyme
Some think it’s a waste of time
I’m always writing away
A poem almost every day
Writing out the words to your heart
Poetry is such a wonderful art