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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
When Stars CollapseThis is how you bespeckled my bones
with bewilderment: you kissed hushed heart
whispers and slumbering secrets
into my fingertips. You infused awe
into my joints, causing me
to ask how snowflakes got their
shape and how long would it take
to get from the Sun to Capella.
You taught me that energy is neither
created or destroyed; stars do not die.
Eyes washed with emerald sorrows you
told me that they evolve, they change
into something entirely different,
or not so different.
I now know we are made of the same
particles as someone or something else.
We began someplace together.
We're made of so much more than "star-stuff",
we are made of each other.
two.send messages in their
little notes that
i love you.
i miss you.
where have you gone.
and i'll take them,
fill them up with
send them back, across
to the other side.
i'll send you a postcard...
wish you were here.
because i'm not coming back.
fil(l)edthey chipped away at you,
clasping you tight with
ceramic grasps and art class
filing you down,
filling you up;
trying to make you
they gasp, reflect
edit, edit, edit,
unmask your already
for the sake of perfection
in hale exhalations.
lurks a step from
and you're not quite sure
whether their machinations,
their clutching neophiliac
search for the ideal
has made you greater
I liveI live
At least for now
Life is cruel
But I keep surviving
Hoping for a better world
letter to a birdthe last of the rooks comes into view
swaying in trash bag
meaning when it lands the leaves
will have to get up and change colour
but if it never does.
to keep traversing this shifting
it’s been a long road trip and you drink
and it numbs your heart
and it tastes like cinnamon
doesn’t mean that you don’t
if you land, i’ll morph
out of this household
to replace you,
pour into the desk
The Breaths Between Usi'm minutes away
from the collision site
the breaths between us
and the lost time
clock guts, sprung
our hallway uncoils
his walnut lean
i'm seconds away
from the before
of our near-miss
the beads of air
and the imperfections of
in a rumored heart
a stuttering mass
this broken belled
has lost hold
of the lives we live
its skullsong rings
the same vibration
I am me. Who are you?I am fragments
of every person
I've met; every
memory made; every
bond formed and tie broken.
I am an orchestra
of people's opinions;
each snide comment
each casual remark
each passing compliment
I am a library
of forgotten lies
and fake smiles
and empty promises.
I am a sky of hope;
filled with stars
which carry the wishes
of the people I have encountered
I am never alone
for their influence will forever
taint my soul and
remind me of their hopes,
dreams and pain.
This is who I am.
Who are you?
Love comes in so many forms,
growing and changing swiftly with the ages.
A mama recording her sons first walk to her husband over seas with a shaky camera.
"It's only a storm," the big brother says to his sister whiles he takes out the instant hot chocolate.
A teenager opening her slammed door, ready to admit to her parents she doesn't hate them.
On a worn blanket, a college kid handing his boyfriend a rose, hoping it will be enough.
Girls squealing as they throw their diplomas up into air and go out into the real world together.
A father proudly patting his wife's baby bump, a first miracle.
A women kissing her father goodbye as she turns off the machine that keeps him alive.
A middle aged chemistry teacher handing back a failing student a A+ paper.
An older couple holding hands, content with the knowledge of the mountains they've overcome together.
Love extends past the page, from my hand into others souls.
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
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock
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