Melissa

I wanna walk and not run
I wanna skip and not fall
I wanna look at the horizon
And not see a building standing tall
I wanna be the only one
For miles and miles
Except for maybe you
And your simple smile
Once I wanted to be the greatest
Two fists of solid rock
With brains that could explain
Any feeling
"I got to thinking about fate, that crazy concept that we're not really responsible for the course our lives take, that it is all predestined, written in the stars.
Maybe that explains why if you live in a city where you can't even see the stars your love life tends to feel a little more random
Even if our every man, every kiss, every heartache is preordered from some cosmic catalogue, can we still take a wrong step and wander off our own personal milky way?
I couldn’t help but wonder ...can you make a mistake and miss your fate?"
There's just syncophants.
And the mindlessness on TV.
We all read magazines for the latest ways to behave.
So why not follow me, the blond bombshell deity?
I'll sell you neat ideas without big words
And a little bit of cleavage to help wash it all down
Hey, everybody thought Godard was a clown
And that ain't gonna be me
Everything's temporary if you give it enough time
But hey, I'm just a kid, I've got nothing to lose.
I'm a DANCER of songs, I'm a player for crowds.
Hey Mom, look, I'm an entertainer!
I'm a modern day troubadour.
Trying to make the world make sense out of me
Trying to be loved completely, trying to love honestly
Trying to find a decent high noon cup of tea
In another shitty hotel
I'm trying to listen to the leaves speak
Trying to steal secrets from fishes in the creek
Trying to figure out who I am
A pretty mediocre cook, an even worse mathematician, maybe a mother one day What will it be?
there is a time to Stop trying to Write,
there is a time to kick the whole bloated sensation of Art out on its whore-ass.
I am a writer, a writer of fictions. I am the heart that you call home. I've written pages, upon pages trying to rid you of my bones. and if you don't love me, then let me go.
Ballerina, Ballet girl,
Coryphée, Dancer, Danseur,
Danseuse, Figurant, Figurante,
Hoofer*, Bump-and-Grinder,
Burlesque Queen, Ecdysiast,
Aerialist, Athlete, Balancer,
Clown, Contortionist,Funambulist,
Performer, Stunt Whoa-man,
Prima Ballerina
Genius is born--not paid.
I'm a frightened, fickle person
Fighting, cryin', kickin', cursin'
What can I do?
Two roads diverged
in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could
travel both
And be one
traveler,
long
I stood
I doubted
if I should
ever come back.
I shall be
telling this
with a sigh
Somewhere ages
and ages hence:
Two roads diverged
in a wood,
and I --
I took
the one
less traveled by,
And that
all the difference.
I edited my profile all by myself
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