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My father used to tell me  too much of you is exposed.   
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A fog gathers on the island.  Everyone  sees it.  I watch from the wide lips   
of the window.  Believe what you   
3.   
want to.  Jesus, I was never touched   
in a bad place, the place I called  the slow siesta as a child.  
 
4.   
I make believe I am my mother's pantyhose  
and I run.  Suicide is self expression, saying   
this blood is forsythia.  This blood coul in Open
I remember the way I once gazed into your eyes  Every fleck of gold the sun painted in them, I once memorized  I remember exactly how they sparkled in the moonlight  Like the fireflies, when we held each other through the night   
And your heartbeat, and every delicate curve  Which I had once so perfectly learned  And each breath my own breathing spurred  And your precious voice my soul once heard   
You were my universe's Sun  My friend, my dear beloved one  We promised it would always be that way  But it's been so long since that sweet day   
I remember how you held in Spoken Word
Because you do not love us  as we want to love ourselves.   
Because of the scarlet letters  you embroider on our chests  as we're sleeping on yours.   
Because you pull the pigtails from puberty  and squeeze mothers and prostitutes  
from the girls we really are.   
Because you deny us of a sleep  
deep enough to remember ourselves in.   
Because each love song only  
serves to keep time to your lies.   
Because Disney fooled us:  we awoke, sweet-sixteen, embittered  with no kiss, no carriage, no prince.   
Because the heroines of our you in Open
True love,  A feeling I have  never really  experienced in reality.   
I have felt love,  love that  feels so very true,  But what does  
"in love"  mean when  it isn't real?   
That person,  
him  so many times  
I feel     like I would give  the whole world  
for him  Like all I  
ever want  is him.   
To be with him,  to feel that he is real,  to love someone  I can see,  someone I  Can talk to  and not make up  
the words as I go along.   
Someone  Real,  
 in Open
the city chatters and raves and rants and yells and cries and weeps but no one bothers to hear it. to sit down on the corner and hear it's tales of the little people who march against it and live off it. nobody gives a damn, no body listens. ive always complained that this city had no soul. it's only becuase everyone has fucked her up the arse to the point every little bit of soul that was there has successfully hidden itself behind concrete walls so high that detattachment has become the status-quo.   
i only experince the city when it's under my feet, when im out on the street. everything else is so false, so controlled, so market in Spoken Word
In her youngest days,  when no roads were paved,  and her future was still unwrought.   
She danced alone,  to the many tones,  leading to the world she sought.   
She believed in things,  she had angel wings,  but there were battles to be fought.   
As time went by,  and she tried to fly,  whispered voices held her down.   
Her flight was cut,  and her wings were shut,  and her course could not be found.   
There was music still,  voices could not kill,  words could not silence her sound.   
And as she grew,  deep insi in Fixed
(Icy tear drops roll down.)   
The sky is crying today,  It's making every cry with it.  
They cry for the lost and the found,  The saved and the sacrificed,  For everything and nothing,  They cry.  
 
Some cry in happiness,  Wondering how anyone  Could be sad.   
Some cry in sorrow,  
Wondering who on Earth  Could feel joy.   
Some cry because of the sky,  Wondering why it makes them  cry with it.   
And some just cry,  Without reason or thinking,  Just knowing that they should.  Because the sky is crying.   
(Why in Open
a  
beautiful  dream   
and the  undeniable  reality   
so  which is  better?   
so  which do you  
choose?   
do you want  lies?   
or do you want  truth?   
so  which is  
better?   
naivety  or  maturity?   in Open
I want to know who was there, and what they wore, and what they said. And I will strip them of the glory they felt whilst pulling me to an end.   
the pedistool started to burn my feet, and the sunrise lit up the obsolete parts of me; I suddenly felt incomplete.   
I want to know who was here, and what they wanted, and who they feared. And I will hold them up to the light in hope that they, too, feel despise.   
I have no mercy left within me, only lies. I am lying, for mercy is all I know. Forgiving you, and giving hope a home.   
the pedistool started to burn my feet, and the sunrise lit up the obsole in Song
Calm quiet in the eye of the storm  Gives you false senses.  No wind blows,  Yet you know the  
Deathly silent air,  monotonous and harsh,  Will soon rip into thrashing torrents  Of cold rain and jagged lightning and growling thunder,  Curling up from underneath you,  Swallowing you alive,  Leaving your heart at the morgue  And your body in the mausoleum.  There is no where to run,  God's eye is upon you,  Tearing your feet from the ground  
And stomping you to the floor  In one constant undulating motion,  Ticking clocks count down to indefinite demise   in Open
                               --[[the witness dreams in shards while I dream of nothing                                      her catacomb whispers, systematic endearing                        &n in Open
I didn't expect things to turn out like this…  …  …  I didn't want things to turn out like this…   
It started out innocent enough.  We would hang out in the afternoons  Ride our bikes down to the lake in our swimsuits  Always in a group to start with.  Then slowly, more frequently, more subtly, by ourselves.  
Just him and I.  
On the raft.  
In the lake.  
…  Just him and I.   
We kissed, of course.  It couldn't be avoided.  We walked.  We hugged.  …We kissed.   
I though we'd be perfect together.   in Open
Arrogance- a tragic flaw of being  But a venom with more elegance lurks  Vanity- in our minds an unclear king  An artifact of the great public works  Long ago the first fire of fashion  Singed our minds with desire for the worst  Mercury, lead- not a thought to ration  To stop quenching our recently found thirst  Many a being taken premature  Quickly we learned of our unlawful ways  Although we’ve yet to find a concrete cure  Leisurely, we shuffle our of our haze  Stomachers to binging- fashion has flaws  Slowly marching along, we overcome in Sonnet
I cried as the balloon left me  making the oceans lovely  hummingbirds caged inside  where, where can I hide? in Open
I saw the tracks in the snow  and on your skin to show where you’d been,  but I just bound your broken hands in gauze  and didn’t ask anything I didn’t  need  
to know, even if it’s hard not to wonder  
why you have to come and go like the waves  with my heart shoved in your pocket.   
And in the end, aren’t we all just  
tides and bones?   
I taped up the window you  broke last night, and I know you  don’t remember, but you carried me  over the shattered glass and to bed  where we became for a little while  more than what w in Song
“Prettier Than I”   
You look up,  
You look down;  You caress here every curve with your eyes.   
You notice her slightly wavy, brown hair;  It falls perfectly over her shoulders.  And you love it.  
 
You try to make eye contact with her;  Just enough to see that her eyes are a deep green.   
Every aspect of her is perfectly proportional.  And to you that’s the most amazing thing in the world.   
You want her more than you can handle,  And you finally go talk to her.  In the end you hit on her more than you had planned to.  
 
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I could have been a mother once,  or a singer, or a dancer.  So much potential to be many things  but I've closed the book on that chapter.  Now I sit and resent, regret and repent,  wonder why no one asks what I want to answer.  It's because I have so little to tell  and far too much to handle.  It's cold outside and cold in here  and there's still so much to do.  I could be out there making millions  but I'll settle for a buck or two.  I am the girl that could have been;  that was, that is, that can  I wish my reflection were as big  as others think I am.  I don in Open
Who was there for me when I cried?  Who was there when I was dying inside?   
Who helped me forget the pain?  Who prevented me from going insane?   
Who was there to catch my tears?  Who had helped me face my fears?   
Words can't express my thanks to you,  I'll love you always, this is true.   
When I was confused and the pain was intense,  You always made everything make sense.   
No matter how terrible this world can be,  I know you'll always be there for me.   
Remember you'll always be my bestfriends,  'Cause I know you'll be there until the en in Open
When a problem comes your way  When theres no where left to hide  Come stand by my side  I'm here with you, and here to stay  When your light is gone  When hope is out of sight  I'll be your shining light  With the golden glow of dawn  When love is lost  When your heart is cold  Give me your hand to hold  I'll do anything, at any cost  When you may need a hug  When your star is no longer bright  Tell me where and when to join your fight  I'll be here to hold you snug  When you're in your in brightest day  When every thing is going right  I'll be here smi in Spoken Word
We were just silhouettes  Shadows on your bed  We were just silhouettes  So still we could be dead   
We were just quiet  So quiet I could scream  We were so quiet  Sound ripped at our seams   
We were just crazy  And we both wanted out  We were so crazy  I didn’t here her shout   
I was so confused  I was a string of the same pill  You were so confused  I think you are confused still   
We were just silhouettes  Who though we had it all  Sharing this moment quietly  As we were shadows on your wall in Fixed
It's a brittle, broken dawn  And the dreams begin to die  As the cold light of the morning  Makes the moon begin to cry.  
As everyone awakens  Reason tries to take away  The ambitionb and the longing  That for all the night holds sway.  
And rising from their pallets  All their logic will destroy  Their hope of doing something  Which they know will bring them joy.  
The cause of lunar weeping  Is that when we come to choose  We tend to pick the sensible  And it's our dreams we lose. in Open
Broken   
And I don’t want the world to see me,  Because I don’t think that they’d understand.  When everything’s meant to be broken,  I just want you to know who I am…   
Can he see me now, with my face pressed against that window, longing for the sweet taste of freedom? And when I ducked in shame as I caught his eye?   
Shame, that terrible beast that preys upon the misfortunate. It rips and savages them, kills them- from the inside out. The very same beast that stalks me now. No matter where I go, it haunts my steps. It doesn’t matter if people don’t know, sham in Open
I thought I heard someone say,  That today was a beautiful day.  The sky was so blue that you could see forever,  A perfect day to be together.   
It wasn't hot or humid or cold,  A perfect day you want to hold,  Along with all the flowers blooming,  And the perfect pitch of the birds singing.   
A gentle breeze blows magic through the air,  There is joy and peace everywhere.  I thought I heard someone say these things and more,  But I pulled the shade and closed my door. in Open
If you see a tear drop,  fall from my eye.  Please hold me,  and allow me to cry.  Listen to what,  I need to say.  Please promise me,  you will forever stay.  If you see my tears,  flowing down my face,  allow me to catch my breath,  and relax my heart, to the right pace.  If you see me cry,  as if I'm on my last nerve.  Will you please hold me,  give me what you think I deserve?  If you see my tears,  filling my eyes, to look like glass,  will you comfort me,  and help me over come my past? in Spoken Word

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