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SingThe whole world laughed at her
the way she always forgot
the way she always would stir
so she ran
she screamed at the top of her lungs
her legs were pale, her face was tan
her breathing quickened
"Why am I so imperfect?"
she heard a noise, she was suddenly sickened
"Even the birds are laughing"
she was losing her mind
so she sank to the ground
she closed her eyes
and she sang
and for the first time
DreamsWhen the sun goes down
that's when dreams come alive
they swim, stir, creep inside us
Drowning our minds
pushing out everything we know
becoming a part of us
a piece we didn't know was accessible
Some don't know
They live in their own reality
running from themselves
Some reach for them
the reality they call dreams
but I believe these things are very real
They had to come from somewhere
a place that is vivid, and wholly reachable
DeathSo there I stand
with a gun in my hand
It's you I hate
Sticking your nose into things
pushing me until I am on the edge
But just wait and see what timing brings
I'll make you watch the water run red
Don't worry, death is the latest trend
At least you can keep up, right?
I just want to see how far you can bend
I want you out of my sight
So I stand outside your door
On your porch I sit
Just wait and see what I have in store
I watch the entrance... and see you open it
Evil, Deceiving LiarThere are dark skies
she can't see
there are voices
"Meet me at the graveyard"
There are hands
hands that creep out her window
the other one holds her arm
then recites another lie
"Don't worry, it's only dark blue outside."
The WitchShe's a Woman
a mad woman
She takes everything
She twists it all around
at the snap of her fingers
She calls to me
Calls me out in front of everyone
this will be my trial
She tells me not to worry
She doesn't believe in death
Instead, she gives me new life
one I wasn't ready for
She's a woman
a wicked woman
Who Am IWho am I?
I can take any shape you form me into
I can run so fast the world will never sees me, I run in circles
Who am I?
I fell so good in your hands, but I always slip away
I can hurt and heal
Who am I?
I thrash around all the time, looking for someone take take under
Who am I?
The Water? Or you?
I Am.I am as clean as a mess
I am as dark as the light
I am as loud as a mouse
I am as big as a flea
I am as fast as a sloth
I am as sly as a deer
I am as threatening as a lamb
I am as beautiful as a razor
I am as curvy as a board
I am as short as a giraffe
I am healed as a fresh-cut
I am as strong as a kitten
I am happy as a tear
I am... me
Me and Peter PanI want to have a dream
of dark night skies
of sweet lullabies
I want to dream that we shoot the moon
That we skip thorough June
Hand in Hand
No one will ever understand
I want to dream that we ride hot air balloons
Then we fight aliens until noon
And when dinner calls
We eat monster claws
I want to dream that I run away
That you'll hug me and say
"don't be afraid of the dark, I will be here holding your hand"
I want to dream that we ride horses
Make our own allied forces
That we promise to never grow up
That we drink from the King's finest cups
I want to dream that you'll always be there to
fight my aliens
to shoot the moon
And to hold my hand in the dark
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
You Know Who You AreSo this is for you
You Know who you are
your name is written in the stars
millions and millions of miles away
just close enough to touch
and I read what they say
Do you even miss me?
Do you even care?
If you don't I can't help to notice that you stare
you seem lost
do you need help?
that's too bad
you're gone now
and I'm proud
because this time
you were the one to fall
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