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it grips you tight
go ahead and fight
you will never see the light
ever again after this night
Scream as it rips and tears at your throat
taking every thing from you and your last hope
feel it as it fills you and at your skin it gropes
for this is something in which you can not cope
it's pure fear baby what are you gonna do
feel it wash over you as every thing goes black an blue
you're drowning now and right on cue
feel it rip the scream's from you
can you really be scared to death
Don't Ruin Itlead me onto the dance floor
take me in your arms and glide
you can see in my eyes I'm not to sure
of where we are going so I hide
I hide my heart behind my eyes
And hope you never find it
for as we dance I feel my temperature rise
I hope the nightlights have you blinded
Cause if not then you can see
All of my flaws and broken places
Don't look, just dance with me
So that I can temporarily fill those empty spaces
And It won't hurt when you let me go
This song wont go on forever
But you make me feel alive right now so
I will remember this perfect moment, forever
I hope that is enough to keep my heart alive
Now go. Don't ruin a perfect moment with lies about forever...goodbye.
Burn My Internal CityOh my burning city
set ablaze in my mind
the flames rage with no pity
for those that the fire finds
Oh my city burns eternal
in front of my unseeing eyes
its pain and horror are internal
in me as the smoke stains the skies
screams fill the midnight air
infecting my mind as they ring
through the streets of my unfair, city
that's only voice is smoke and silent screams
Bring You To Lifelet yourself go
let your body move
close your eyes just so
and show you have nothing to prove
just feel the beat
let it fill you till you're full
feel the rhythm of your heartbeat
change to the music's push and pull
let the lyrics lift your heart
and the bass pump you blood
let the rhythm take you apart
and the music fill you with love
let the music bring you to life
The End Brings SleepHit me beat me cut me
so that I can rest tonight
so that I will find solace in sleep
sleep so fleeting for fear brings me awake
awake so suddenly that rest evades my body
just as sanity evades my mind
please just end it tonight
so that I can sleep
Burning CityThis city burns
Burns in my mind
Smoke rises to the sky
To stain the clouds black
Black with death and sorrow
Sorrow for the city
As it crumbles into ash
Ash and rubble
Before the rain comes
Comes to rescue the city
The city that is already dead
City of Lost AngelsSo here be the city
The city of lost angels
Those that can no longer fly to the golden gates
The city gives them one last haven
when their heaven rejects them
One last place where
The winged ones stay
Stay in this gray city
This city of lost angels
Hurts So GoodHurt me
Show me you care
Come on lets share
Give me all your love
Give me that one last shove
Right over the edge...
This Dance Called LifeI feel so unsure
As I take your hand
and take you onto the dance floor
faith is all I'll find
As I look deep into your eyes
the eyes that seem so blind
to all the bad in me and all the lies
Please tell me I'm worth saving
Tell me I'm worth something
Tell me you love me
so my life can have meaning
Change this lifeHiding in the shadows
Resisting in secrecy
Trying to find a way
To change this life of misery
The future is unknown
The past is to forget
The present is dull and boring
Is this what life has to offer?
I want to change
And I keep trying
Only to fail miserabily
Every single time
eight ways you've made me small1. I wish
this was for you.
2. my journal pages - the
brown one with all our monologues -
were jarred with hollow vows of
last poems of
letting you slip into a coma
of bad memories, watching you
fall to your death off
a cascading cliff of disease
and dis ease.
it was never
easy for me
3. there's a reason I ask
whether you're grey
(dark white, elusively black, in between)
or blue (behind the clouds, under wave-foam,
whateverthefuck runs through the back of my
palms); I'd rather have
than the arms
that once held you half-
heartedly. you had always been
my harmony and I
would have killed
to have been yours.
4. it could never have been just me, the way
it could never have been just
5. disasters are not beautiful,
but how is it that you
managed to make my inner linings
converge into bows
and explode into wings the very
night you decided to rebuild your walls
to a lower height?
6. I wish
on bradbury and table dancingYou are not a wordsmith
whatever you might like to think. ('Smith'
indicates precision and coldness and fire:
words are softer than that unless you mold them strong.)
It's a difficult road to follow, and not many
make it past the fork. Choose a path,
Janus says, whirligig keys spinning on his shoulders:
I am a wordworker, with my tools too crude, forming
rough-edged carvings painted with pretty imagery.
Notebooks scattered across the landscape
of a child's room, to be stumbled across,
read, red-penned, in the thick and choking breath of night.
When the bough breaks
a hanged man laughs. He carries typewriters
in his pockets, and cigarettes in the soles of his shoes.
I will never be a word mistress,
whoring myself to the speech of people I do not know and will never know me.
The oven is set to Fahrenheit 452, but the words were already aflame
before they ever took shape under your tongue.
You love everything they've ever written, and carry
unabashed loathing for every syllabl
Whenever I hurt myselfI have a feeling
Someone is watching
So I look around
But there's no one to be found
when i stimulated the prayers of rib-beat
when i licked the temple of my teeth,
speed pushed my fingers shaped like confessionals
clasped holy, carved my throat to fixing-
lover; i did this for the anthem of your eyes,
the feel of strangled feet crushing the fame of stars
for the glow of streetlight worship, for the moons
of your crooning throat, for the halls of your arms,
the strayed revels of your arms,
lover: you manufactured a god out of the drugs i used
and had me addicted to the divine, to the dignity of music
you pressed in my direction: just what i am, hallelujah,
marijuana, day and night-
lover, i fell in love with your culture
that preached the real definition of dusked kneecaps,
the plea of closeted throats, the whisper of bless,
unlearning how to say please god in borrowed tongue,
i fell in love with your attention, with nervous grace
lover. i levied the rubble of my sins
ExpirationWith you I always feel like I’m
to break in the wrong size of shoes.
Sometimes I sit and stew
over how you’re seventeen and
you think I’m a princess
the trapped-in-a-tower kind
and how you wear suits and talk about politics
and think you know the world.
My throat interrupts with an affronted gurgling sound
sometimes when I think about you,
you deal out advice where it just isn’t called for
you quote science-fiction to justify war
and you’re seventeen years old and you think I’m a princess
and you just have no blooming idea.
Darling, one of these days I will tell you my mind
But until then we’ll never fit
I’m afraid –
that even after that day
you’ll still be trimmed hedges and
Even The City KnowsIs it at all easy?
Being by yourself, I mean.
Sitting in a car, on a train, on a bus--wherever you might be now, isn't it hard to be a drifter?
There are no men with newspapers, no women with strollers, no love-crazy teenagers, no annoying toddlers, no anybody.
You stare out the window, like there are people out there, calling your name. The trees are out there, and they've lost all their leaves, all their buds--they've lost everything, just like you.
The sky is out there, and it's gray and colorless, just like you.
The stars are out there, and they're so blown-out-of-proportion, and they're just like you, too.
But the trees, the skies, the stars, they're used to being left alone.
You lack the ebullience of your drink, but it, too, is fading.
Frost has gathered on windows, on the ground, on rivers, everywhere.
Frost comes and goes, just like you, when you finally melt away.
The city draws to darkness and quiet--it disappears, just like you.
But, even frost
Death to the LoversHe screamed,
He tore his hair from his scalp;
But it didn't bring her back.
The beautiful girl
With the gorgeous smile
And witty remarks
Would always lay six feet under.
She would lie in her death bed,
Her arms folded on her chest
And her face full of peace
Known only to the dead.
He would be the first to rot.
First his health,
Then his sanity.
She would forever feed on his emotions
Like a pretty little leech,
Sapping his well being
And happiness from her underground world.
And he would let her,
For a fool like him
Who allowed himself to love,
traitorssometimes when I open my mouth
the words come out wrong
all jumbled up and out of order
turning into something I never meant to say
you traitorous lips
how could you fail me so much
singing out the truth in a way that taints it so
when everything in my head is kept silent in fear
fear of sounding even more wrong
wrong and senseless
but hey who cares huh
me that's who
so now I am ever silent
so that my lips can not betray me ever again
such a pity
I loved to sing
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