He is dangerous to me
As too easily infiltrates
Passing as if unlocking
Any barrier’s resistance
Yet I am unfraid of damage
Only of his never returning
He is dangerous to me
As too easily infiltrates
Passing as if unlocking
Any barrier’s resistance
Yet I am unfraid of damage
Only of his never returning
Would he come back?
Would he speak words
Needed to calm system
So we could both listen?
Honey, please unwind my
Torment-constricted body
Driven insane into rebelling
While control’s fragmenting
You’ve unraveled my coiling
Exposed writhing in daylight
Unable to retract defensively
Wearing my heart on a sleeve
“I found my glasses lense which popped out due to the frame breaking – and then I taped it all back together.
= I am a N.E.R.D. qualified specialist in training.”
“Without glasses.”
“Shall be made…”
“Born of simple aspirations…”
“That I could succeed at something…”
“Pings my head so much and makes me constantly change directions.”
“Working out today in mid-gravity-assisted decompression-realignment exercises, my left lumbar did a hard teadjustment in a way that it never had before – which painfully ‘knocked the wind out of me’ for a few minutes.
I am hoping that it was needed, and that it will reduce tension on my right hip’s mobility constrainments.”
In this room I hurt
In this room I break
Facing brain injury &
Physical disabilities
In this room I play
Briefly connecting
Fragments of myself
Blown into segments
Following music trails
Along windy highways
In this room I dream
To bridge with a man
Building castles in skies
Where promises fly high
Because love is why
Life is worth living
(Title of multiple applications)
“In that moment, I was seized by all of my inhibitions, and one of them was the ingrained messaging of honoring your privacy – which, but – there you were, smiling!
But I was waiting for the clear “ok” signal of your directly approaching me – and was frozen solid in panic’s confusion as I saw you leave.
I didn’t know what was going on in your heart and mind, and desperately wished to give you what you needed.”
“That externalizing openly would become easier over time – but circumstances conspire differently, and ultimately, I prefer privacy whenever possible with loved ones.”
“Things that matter more deeply to me are not generally easily displayed openly in public.
And if they are, they shall be glimpsed selectively and/or briefly due to ingrained survival masking.”
“I wrote at length to a beloved family member about my personal experiences – and got a version of scriptures shoved at me, instead of acknowledgement of my own validity.
Definitely a common thematic biproduct example of religious indoctrination modes that I have never enjoyed.”
“Going to the shelters asking for human and animal food…first driving through the parks and seeing all of the sprouting tents and makeshift coverings over piled vehicles and bicycle units – and then here at the limited rooms…levels of people older to young just trying to hang on.”
A good woman needs a good man’s entirety
Designed to protect and help evolve flaws
For she is the missing piece
Which supports his heart
And he is their sustenance
Providing life’s purpose
“Where despite our flaws, we stay and keep loving each other.”
“Are you kidding?
Of course I want all of you!”
Dust, crumbs, and
Tracked dirt gather
The vacuum trips
Ready for struggle
Muscles clenched
Having chased cat
Out from under bed
Mop stick left angled
After forcing his yowling
To flee to the front room
Shaking frustration residues
Disconnecting followthrough
Clothes piled over in hampers
Replay excited venue venture
Yet now block functionality
Bumping into past reveries
He sought for ways to connect with her through virtual reality experiences.
Takes a pause to catch breath and settle stomach…
“I’m full of cheese.”
(Three slices gobbled)
—
(Content of multiple meanings)
Pounding on walls
Closing in
Constricting
Sense of freedom
Limiting belief
In reparations
Finding my way
Becomes limited
From miscalculated
Neurofeedback session
Attempting to help
Brain’s injury
Forcing tied mind
Into corners
Happenstance
Constricts play
“I must rest amid transitions to allow my pieces to catch up, rest, and reorient.
Translation: I am ever late to any destination.”
“I’ve seen enough of society to know that as far as material wealth and performance expectations, my positioning as viable for marriage on those levels is no longer market competitive.
When I rush, my hands falter and parts of my physical connections try to tear apart going different directions.
I did not deserve to have simplicities of my youth stripped from me.
Yet, I am not the first to fall.”
Some men will not
Take “no” for an
Answer
Yet,
Used to chasing
Some might experience sudden
Difficulty accepting “yes”
In their favor
How had the sun been gently
Yet brightly slant-glowing him
As if late morning but
When late afternoon?
How was that area then open
With time sharing rare view?
Now when she parked near it
People lounged in cars by her
Which seemed odd as she waited
For why were they there like her?
The place was always busy now and
If went closer pedestrians observed
As if they expected something
To happen from her presence
Everything had quick-shifted into
People always using the pathway
The doors seemed to have closed
Firmly barring his return entrance
By Athena Stairs – Updated November 1, 2025
Verse 1 Intro
I found this really cool guy
Who could look me in the eye
No matter a thing that I would say
But then I found out
He was still full of doubt
Tipped his hat and then left the same day
Chorus 1
All I ever do is find a runaway runaway
It seems I’ve got a knack
Can’t get a guy to stay
I need this nut to crack
They never take it back
The meat is always rot and leaves a bitter sting
All I ever do is find a runaway runaway
All I ever do is find a runaway runaway
They never take it back
I need this nut to crack
The meat is always rot and leaves a bitter sting
Verse 2
What is it in a man that draws me to him?
Thinkin’ that he’ll stick but there’s no glue
Like chasin’ butterflys
There is no reason why
Dodge and weavin’ only leaves my heart a bruise
Chorus 2
And all I ever seem to find’s a runaway runaway
No matter what I do it’s all the same
(Bridge) Stars aligned but not entwined
I’d seize the day they go away
A trick of light changin’ the frame of mind!
All I ever do is find a runaway runaway
It seems I can’t get a guy to stay
I need this nut to crack
They never take it back
All I ever do is find a runaway
Verse 3
There came a time I thought I’d made the grade
But Fickle Fate she had to add her’s too
Life can be unkind
No replay just hit unwind
Now runaway is something I do too
Chorus 3
All I ever seem to find’s a runaway runaway
No matter what I do it’s all the same
All I ever do is find a runaway a runaway
It seems I can’t get a guy to just stay
All I ever do is find a runaway runaway
All I ever do is find a runaway runaway
All I ever do is find a runaway runaway
All I ever do
They run away
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A class assignment challenge required me to sing my lyrics to a prerecorded, looped track, and so I went for it and embellished on the fly in one try. Surprisingly, I timed it exactly – not knowing how long the loop would go!
I also edited the recording in Logic with a little bit of “room” effect to add some polish.
(Please contact me for permissions)
“‘It’s a new, bruise on Monday…'”
—
(Reference to Duran Duran’s “New Moon On Monday”)
With all of the efforts it took to answer an agency call, get ready, deal with animals, leave the house, drive, get a gas card, check on rent progress, and then finally make it to the class building, she was late, her hair was fried, and her confidence was blown – so she escaped into a practice room.
She was learning to no longer reach beyond current capacities.
She had learned those desperate frustration emissions from a too young, also abandoned mother, when the little girl was under six years of age.
…
Visualize a bodice
With strong thick ribbons
Pulling tight back together chest
Concealing by containing open wound