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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
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
Die AloneI take apart her heart
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
.What do you want to be when you grow up?
They ask it like a dare.
As if letting your unlikely dreams
slip from the safety of your mind
could bring their own
a little closer to reality.
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in modern art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
RelativityLooking in the mirror
through the mirror
seeing a stranger,
My chest swells and my heart lurches
This girl isn't me, not at all
She looks like someone
but not me.
A movie star, a homeless person.
Even when I look at photos
no memory comes up
no allowing for the thought that I have a body
Or that the cold of my fingertips,
the throb of anxiety inside my ribs
I see my arm, an armband
A scar, a vein, a ring that has no meaning
But it did, to this girl in the mirror
Even if memory fails
Existence is relative
What Writers AreWriters are people from
both ends of the spectrum.
Those that know isolation
and the thoughts that follow.
Those that know enlightenment.
And those with nowhere else to go,
but deeper down the rabbit hole.
Writers are smiths of the word,
using imagination, experience,
and emotions to temper the
glass and steel we are given.
We fill the page with pieces
And writers are Gods.
Broken or whole or
barely scraping through.
We make you see our world.
We make you feel and care.
All with a bunch of lines,
which we have given life.
Hope in my Lawyer's Paperclip JarMy lawyer's desk on a normal Wednesday afternoon
is flooded with sheafs of white legal pads and errant staples.
Today is Wednesday, but the clouds outside
his twelfth-story window are shaped like loss
and the lines around his eyes seem crater-like in the shadows
and nothing about the last three weeks of my life
has been normal, so I don't know why it surprises me
to find his desk cleared of debris.
I wait for him in a silence that ebbs and flows with my heartbeats,
the zipper on my knee highs tapping against my leg like rain.
When he returns, hands filled with coffee
and the paperwork for a restraining order
against the man he set me up with almost a month ago,
I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.
"There's only one paperclip left in the magnetic jar.
It's bent like a swan."
I can tell, from the awkward shuffling of his loafers,
that he's wondering if he should have brought the Kleenex, after all.
He knows women often cry at things such as these,
reminders of the men they've love
1969, and time goes oni imagine you
thief of space affairs, time would go on;
wonder if you'd manifest
to govern gravity’s empire
physically, just as aurally,
so to walk with a
winds at war
captivated by you; sunshine
gathered in the organized
chaos of your hair: eyes would
dance fires domesticated by
your fingertips, boasting wander-
world laws of light (reigned in
earthen measure). i’d
boast mountains by your name.
the exhaust for gods
of transience (north-
hazed) transmuted back
(for easy drawls from the east)—
i’d sip wine
from the wishbone of your
body of sea. plead
the noise of bedroom eyes
& sleepy smells to soften your
siren’s unquiet tease.
i imagine you,
thief of space affairs;
imagine you in 1969
where our time would go on.
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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