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my two favorite shades of lipstick             are Passionate                      and Heartbroken   
  (one by Cover Girl,              the other from                        Max Factor)   
   they’re surprisingly similar  in color, one only slightly in Open
Uitasem cat de bine e sa te tin in brate  Si sa numar secundele care trec pe langa noi ...  Nu le vom putea opri niciodata ... dar ...  Vom putea intotdeauna sa pastram amintirea lor ...  Nu vom putea uita niciodata zgomotul apei care curgea in baie,  Am uitat sa o opresc dupa ce m-am spalat pe fata de toate greutatile mele ...  Ar fi fost pacat sa oprim curgerea amintirilor de dragul banilor.  Eram “saraci” si eu ... si tu ... n-aveam bani decat pentru lapte si tigari.  Pe care oricum nu ni le cumparam noi fiindca nu aveam atatia bani in fiecare zi.   
Cateodata mergeam si ne plimba in Open
We cannot speak to eachother without hurting, so why do we go on?  I just want to be with you, talk to you, like friends do...   
We live in such different worlds, but we can't be enemies, right?  These worlds are just the pain, the pain of realities existing in vain...   
Our hearts must be connected somehow, or can we end up like this anyway?  I think this is a kind of love we can't master, a love that ends in disaster...   
Your love  My heart   
Your memory  My lament in Fixed
Is it going to end up like one of those moments,  Where we both sit here, looking at our hands.  I know you hate how I bite my nails.  It clicks through the painful silence.   
I still see in you what I wanted to know.  But I don’t understand it yet.  So I guess it’s not fair for you to leave yet.   
I could just be being selfish, as we sit in this moment.  With no talking. Barely thinking. Barely alive.  Being what we were seems a million miles away,  Almost a lifetime ago, those leaps into the sky.  And you used to catch me.   
But we’re just silence n in Open
Spring  Leaves awake  Spread their green  Cakes are baked  Have you noticed?   
Summer  Swimming with friends  Cookouts and beaches  Vacations that never end  Did you pay attention?   
Fall  The leaves turn  School Begins  Eager children learn  Do you remember?   
Winter  Garbage bag sledding  Soda Bread and hot cocoa  Funerals and Weddings  Hills of white  Have you learned anything?   
Friends come and go  Mothers fight  Grandmothers sew   
But pay attention  remember this moment  
store t in Open
Change;  
It’s here, it’s there,  It’s constant, it’s never stopped.  As a teen,  
I stand here,  A critical time of our lives, and yet time passes on.  We, us, always changing.  Finding our path; finding our identity.  Reminiscing on many things.  Seconds pass, minutes pass, hours pass.  We only care for ourselves.  My, you, we are all a one man army.  It’s a cruel thing to say,  Yet, somewhere in our hearts, we know we are that way.  The walking next generation.  We fail sometimes to think of others.  We play the sympathy games when hurt in Spoken Word
"Sticks and stones  may break my bones  but words  will never hurt me."  But wait  and stop  and think  
and you'll realize its not true.  Your tongue is like a sword  and your words can pierce my heart;  like a knife through the thing  that gives me life.  Just dig it in  and twist it;  make me bleed  make me cry.  Keep talking  keep accusing  if you think  
that it can't hurt me.  So just go ahead  
and beat me;  and if you don't  
get what I mean  I'm talking about  verbally. in Open
i feel no pain  you are not there, i am sorry  i cannot feel this  i cannot feel you  i cannot feel myself  maybe i am not...  maybe i have already been  Crushed  this feeling of nothingness, of cold, of space...  maybe i am  
Dead in Open
Commanding myself to go and do  Has never been an easy thing  You see, I'm an epic procrastinator.  If there's anything else to do  I will do it instead  Even if work is already overdue.  Sometimes I question what is happening:  Is it a product of society's core?  Making too many things to even view?  I worry of times ahead.   
Not just for me, but everyone.  Will the numbers grow  Who can't even concentrate for a second?  Or is this how it's always been  But only now we have the evidence?  This cannot be proven, as proof's only just begun:  But will we be re in Fixed
Symphony of Lies   
I sit here listening to the tune,  A deception put to song,  Its words echo in my mind,  A tune I heard too long.   
The faces in the orchestra,  They say they are my friend,  But the music just goes on and on,  Their slander never ends.   
I here them say they’ll listen,  I here them say they care,  But where are they when they need them,  Why are they never there?   
I cannot help but listen,  To there symphony of lies,  My face is hard and sullen,  It is my heart that cries.   
It’s strange I listen to in Ballad
in Spoken Word
Why are you the enemy?  Dictated by your dichotomy   
You stand around the land  Commiting acts long since banned   
But who are we to complain?  We are the ones feeling the pain   
And we make a mockery of you  As we are made into the apocolyptic stew. in Open
Do You Recall?   
Do you recall, when we first met?  It was fall, and recall,  The rain, the call, light in the sky.  Recall the day, and why?   
That it was through friends, a friend of yours,  Friend of mine, you were there.  After they left, and you stayed hours.  You and me, and we spoke.   
It was planned, they didn’t know.  Were they mad?  Was it wrong?  They didn’t mind, said it showed.  Expected, they had thought.   
They said they knew, knew it would be.  Suspected, expected.  If I met you, if you met me.  ‘Twa in Open
The Beast sat in the corner and licked its lips.       "So close," It said, "So very close."  The Beast knew he couldn't hold out       "If only they do it        One        More  
      Time        I will be out.  Free to reak the destruction i was once able to.  Untill he imprisoned me in this God forsaken prison!  He's constantly making it stronger, but soon I'll be free!" The Beast laughed, and licked i in Open
Hope burns brightest at its worst,  When darkness clouds it and light is burst.  But by the phoenix, the flame will grow.  Together, they will start and flow.   
For fire loves the great flame bird,  And the phoenix seeks to simply merge,  With pure bright light, and truth  in plight.  The phoenix loves the fire, bright.   
Flame, however, burns and sears,  So the bird began to fear  Heat's sweet call, and a rift appeared.  Yet still the flame loved the firebird.   
Finally the lovers last  Could no longer stand to stand so fast.  The red-plumed bird fle in Open
You're under my skin,  Trapped in my heart,  Trying to break out,  I don't want to be a part of my own hurt.   
If your planning on leaving,  Do it as quickly as you can,  Don't linger around,  I will shove you away.   
If your planning on staying,  Love me tender,  Love as I am,  Don't let me go.   
Make up your mind,  Me or her,  Leave or stay,  Walk away or hold me close,  It's your choice.   
Take it or leave it,  If it's time for you to go,  I'll wipe my tears and sew the hole in my heart,  If your planning on staying, in Spoken Word
                                                       Self Portrait   
                                             4 eyes to see the world in Open
He has scraped through the agonies of heaven,  Sifted through immeasurable souls  With the accuracy of the omnipotent,  And finding each one lacking, has sealed  His hearing to the voices he created.   
 
He neither recognises or understands the  Discordant cacophony rupturing from his  Dystopian nightmare. A twin soul rises,  With open palms to shelter the bodiless ruins  That shriek for salvation.   
 
Thousands turn to the night for the light  That it offers. The rocking lull of shelter and warmth.  The empty bottles spinning, the endless smoking  Whispers in Open
Some words of glowing cruelty  I watch them leaving into infinity of time  where they'll build up their empire soon.   
So tomorrow I'll travel to our mother sun  burning my flagship in a flurry of flames  that everyone can watch the falling star.   
This is my ode to an exalted episode  and my anthem to the indestructable truth,  so jealous demons and angels give up comparing their poetry.   
Leaving a hole in the structure of reality  I wander off into transcended spheres  playing "catch" without arms and still win this game.   
 
Sincerely your Bird of Her in Open
HOPE   
The full pale moon is rising in the dark, gloomy night  A lonely Banshee is crying before the coming fight  Wolf-eyes are glowing in the deep green forest  And the army of fallen angels is attacking the fortress   
Angel Gabriel licks the dripping blood from his wing  And black feathers are falling to the ground  He asks himself what the next day would bring  And if a way to victory could be found   
The huge, golden sun is shining at the deep blue sky  Where the mighty God is guarding his glorious land  Behind a great wall of dark clouds appears a golden band   in Fixed
Long nights I have stood here,  Motionless. Watching the wanderings  Of mortals passing me by.  My seclusion, my isolation  Makes me the site of both secret trysts  And clandestine heartbreaks.   
In the lilting music filtering through the garden,  Among the party-goers, the revelers,  Comes many a story of love, found and lost.  I do not care for the drunkards,  But the lovers, made of champagne and chocolate.  Their stories catch my interest.   
Many women have cried on my shoulder  In the sticky sweetness of summer –  Heat plastering chiffon to bare skin & in Open
 
 
at the deep end of the genetic pool  lie normal distributions of life's best  agents of change this is nature's last jest   
we shape the world with mind as working tool  and every day we find we cannot rest  at the deep end of the genetic pool   
no one expects that we will leave this school  the whole of life is an unceasing test  we did not ask but we have been assessed  at the deep end of the genetic pool   
 
 
 in Fixed
It was dawn, and the sun was breathing  clouds of pink, orange, and white.  And some invisible man, from so very high up  was stitching new colours into the sky,  closing them tight, by spindle and thread  so all the Martians and systems and constellations  
would never be seen again.  At least for a little while.  Knees crossed, coat buttoned, coffee mug steaming  I read the paper out loud, so all of the mountains  and trees  and you  could hear the news,  
November seventeenth, 1968.   
And I told you all about the car crash  by Sycamore Bridge.  
You asked in Open
alone  so alone  no comfort  
no warmth   
there are so many people  there is so much time  but even though people are there  there is still nothing here   
nothing  in this mind  nothing  in these arms  
no one  in this heart   
alone  so alone  no comfort  
no warmth in Open

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