Alone

They just couldn’t understand what happened

Their beloved little sheep was no longer following them 

Refusing to keep up with the herd 

She no longer sought the approval of the shepherd 

She was on a learning path hungry to know more 

Of what could be, of what was and of what is…

But all this knowledge was becoming too much for the flock 

They looked at her differently, not understanding 

Like Eve cast out of Eden for taking a bite out of the fruit from the tree of knowledge 

She was gaining the spots that went with rebellion 

As she came to realize that all she had known before wasn’t right 

And she had no reason to follow it or stand for it 

She understood that just because someone was family 

There still was not a reason to accept or enable what she didn’t believe in

For her it wasn’t about taking sides 

For her it was about doing what was right 

The patterns followed before didn’t have to continue 

Just because they became a legacy didn’t mean that they were good 

And she wanted good 

She wanted what would make her feel good to be free 

However she understood that her freedom didn’t come alone 

Like everything there was a price 

Her peace of mind would make her the black sheep 

The lost one to others who in reality found herself 

But she was ok with that 

She accepted her path and she knew her truth 

She was going to brush out her mats, carry a pic in her pocket 

Whenever she needed to be reminded of the light she held 

The light that took off like a rocket 

Bionica

Inside

If she looked inside herself, she wouldn’t like what she saw 

She wouldn’t want to face what was there 

It would just be too much for her to take 

And so she did whatever she could to push it all away 

Any semblance of soul searching 

Anything that would seem like it may be too different from her

Anything that wasn’t part of her wild party 

Would just be flat out wrong 

So to hear someone else point out the very emptiness that was her 

It shook up too much 

It made her think about herself and what she was really hiding 

In an effort to keep the thoughts at bay 

She changed the story of a woman scorned seeking attention 

In the approval of others by blatantly showing her most intimate parts 

For some instant gratification

It was no longer about a woman that was hurt inside 

Refusing to let go of what wasn’t there 

Refusing to move on from what became bare 

It became about a rival that was just too uptight 

To see a little extra skin in bad lighting 

It became about a rival that was too much of a prude for the side boob 

The racy comments to the pictures weren’t inappropriate at all

If the world didn’t want to see it in their face, they could just turn their head

It became about the rival that wanted everyone to be like her 

Walking in a straight line 

It was never about searching inside for the why 

It was something that would never happen 

Like water and oil mingling together for more than 5 minutes

-Bioinca

Gentleman

As she walked by him she couldn’t help but smile at his son 

An adorable little person, impressionable and carefree 

Then she heard his comment 

Something about her becoming his stepmother 

And then, she understood

This is is why so many men are single 

They just don’t know how to act 

They just don’t know how to talk to women 

It’s almost as if guys nowadays enjoy complaining 

About not being able to find a nice girl 

Because let’s be honest 

What kind of girl do you expect to find 

When you can’t even talk to her nicely 

Good looks can only go so far 

It’s about buenos modales–good manners 

That so many seem to lack these days 

Like those guys that just say hello in an authoritative way 

Because they want to make sure that you catch their drift 

As if there were any doubts 

But will they ever understand?

That the age old adage is true 

It pays to be nice 

Geez louise gentlemen 

Can we please be clear that it’s all in the schmoozing

Harry and Sally almost didn’t work out 

Because when they first met there was too much going on 

Too much arguing and not enough lovin’ 

So try to understand 

This is why she turns her head and keeps going 

-Bionica

But how???

He was on a roll 

Asking her questions 

Making her question 

What things are 

How should they be 

Who is to say what’s really right?

Who is to say what really is the key to happiness?

And so she thought 

To herself, not aloud 

Not with him 

She thought about how great money is 

It can buy a lot of things 

But she didn’t really care for things 

What she really lived for was those moments 

Those moments that like in that ever so famous cliché 

Takes your breath away 

Alas, it was true 

At least her truth 

She cared not to be wealthy in money 

It would be nice, but not a priority 

She just wanted to be happy 

She just wanted to be free

She knew very well that she could be broke 

Broke but happy 

Broken and glued together and sewn back in so many places

But still happy 

Because it wasn’t all that bad

There were moments

Moments life gave her that were just as beautiful 

As all the hurt she had once experienced 

But what about him?

How could she tell this to him?

How could she make him feel?

How could she help him enjoy 

The feeling of the wind zipping past his face

While he ran on the field…

How could she teach him to love early mornings 

The kind in which the sky is seen 

With clouds of pink 

Like neon cotton candy across the sky 

How could she teach him to adore 

Those loving whispers 

The ones made each night 

Right before she said goodnight 

How?

-Bionica 

Loose

She tried, boy did she try
To avoid getting to that point
Where the first thought after hearing the alarm
in the morning was 'is it Friday yet'

But it happened
Perhaps certain things just
couldn't be avoided
She gave it a go and landed
The job that she thought would be her dream

You know, when you have all this child like wonder
and dreams to fulfill
walking on sunshine…

Then it changed and she searched for the sun
hidden amidst the clouds

Her job became a chore and some what of a bore
The news couldn't hold her interest
Neither could the latest celebrity gossip
She was the glue
that tried to keep the pieces together
So the train could run smoothly

But there was just one part
that couldn't stay
To the naked eye it blended well
But up close, it hung loosely
And that was her
Waiting to fall off
and get picked up by something new
But no one knew…

-Bionica