A/N: Some random short things from my journal. Maybe I'll expand these
later.

Papertrail
World's not like that, Mama said,
Th'walls close in, you're a profit dead.
No use runnin' scared an' tryin' to hide
'Cause they follow the papers an' eat you alive.
* * * *
Muse
Brimming creativity
A lily, see petals
Spreading where my heart should be
Balloon replaces lung
Swelled with breath,
Bellow
Words, words to be sung
Birds flutter
As the wings of my hands
Seek purpose; motion-stutter