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+Key Keeper+Dig your fingers
into the spaces between my ribs
wrench them apart
and take what is rightfully yours
because it doesn't work right for me
You asked me
if one of the keys
on the chain at my throat
unlocked the cage that
contained these dissonant beats.
and bit my tongue.
What I should have said
You Hold That Key, Not I
+Why There Are Silver Linings+The silver lining
is dripping from the stars
where it hides during the night
when it needs to rest
from the never-ending expectations
of hopeless romantics.
If I could fill a glass
with the runoff
of a thousand skies
would it be enough
to cause the collapse of civilization?
to drown it in
ideally idealistic ideals?
from the eyes
corners of the mouth.
Until we're all
while they melt
we were made of
and cast it into bullets
to fight their wars.
+A Headstrong Little Rhyme+If you're in love and you know it, clap your hands
I'll get up off my knees and I will stand
Because no matter what you say, I'll keep hoping anyway
I'm in love and I know it, so I clap
If you're stubborn and you know it, stomp your feet
I will not crawl away or take defeat
I may be crushed, I may be hurt, I may be face down in the dirt
But I'm stubborn and I know it, so I stomp
If you're a dreamer and you know it, shout hooray
I pray and hope and dream there'll come a day
When I smile and it's true, and all I need is you
I'm a dreamer and I know it, so I'll shout
If you're dejected and you know it, do all three
If you can clap and stomp and shout you're just like me
You love him and you care but it doesn't matter that you're there
I'm dejected and I know it, I do all three
+Through Porcelain+Closed off
Like a clamp over the mouth
Of a leaking artery
You want the shy, quiet eyes
Of a girl bottling everything up
So that's what you'll get
You think I fabricated my feelings
But I'll fabricate a mask for you
I'll smile my fake smile again
I'll paint in the middle hues
And I'll stand in the blue-greens
I'll pretend I've never been wounded
And that I never cared
I'll even put the pen down
You'll not know of my scars
You'll not know how I cope
You'll only see the mask
Of a girl with nothing on her shoulders
Who wants to see the world smile
But bears no pain of her own
I guess, in the end
I was a fool
To let anyone see the real me
+Time Fixes Everything?+Your time, isn't a concept for me
It passes by without saying hello
And stays out all night without calling
I don't want it
I don't need it
And it can't help me
If I cracked my ribs you'd see
The scars and wounds of the years
Infected, festeringrotting me
From the inside out
"This one is from my last ex," she said as she pointed to a scabbed hash mark over her heart.
"These are from my first boyfriend," she pointed to four small scars on her left ventricle, surrounded by bruised and rotting tissue.
"And this one," she said, pointing to the bloodied mess, more akin to freshly butchered meat than a wounded muscle, "Is from you."
Can't bring back the lost
The part of me you search for
And placed in formaldehyde
For the curious biology student
To mutter at
You standing idly bywaiting
Is like a doctor
Telling a hemophiliac
That they'll just wait for the bleeding to stop
In the end
You're watching me die
Time heals the bumps and bruises
Of natural ups and
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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