Your sentimentality,
Has always reached out to me...

Ode to the skin-bag,
Who used to be 500 pounds...

The temperature rises,
The midday sun blazes...

There is a side of you I appreciate,
It is a devilish persona you create...

Over the waves,
On the back of the sea breeze...

I began this trip some time ago,
I started it all alone...

Annoyed, troubled and quite irate,
It's all hopeless, and not merely bound to this...

If it were not true,
I would not think of you all day long...

The rocking chair has rocked half a million times,
She has paced nearly three times that...

Discover Me,
An everlasting companion...

Deafening quiet, certain unsureness,
Hopeless hopefulness and a sour sweet...

When I was five, I didn't want to go to school,
I was scared; I wanted to hide under my bed...