It's everywhere, the tension, the death, it's everywhere.
Can't run from food, no sir.
Anorexia is very fashionable in my city.
Bulimia, sorry to say, is never fashionable.
I shiver, but not as hard as I used to.
I cave in my stomach, but not as far as it used to.
I slowly earn my gravity.
Less dizzy, I never knew how pleasurable down could be.
My mouth has become a sacred place,
Cradling a cornucopia of life,
ten little pounds,
I'm desperate to accept
the way my footsteps sound.

Sometimes all I want to do is to write something beautiful
To let the words flow out of me like
Watercolor flows onto paper
Swift strokes of a brush
Colors blending
And suddenly
Effortlessly-
Art.

Cicadas and katydids are calling
Breezes blow in from my open window
Roses are blooming and leaves are falling
The moon's rays hitting my lawn look like snow
Owls are singing from majestic trees
While sweet Bluebirds are sleeping in bushes
Night dances through the softly blowing breeze
And Midnight silently the world hushes
Dewdrops like jewels shine on roses sweet
And the stars twinkle all through the calm night
While the Fairies dance on enchanted feet
And the moon happily shines very bright
And I under my warm covers doth sleep
Until pretty morning brightly doth peep.

*~Marian~

I see it all in front of me
I can't help but wonder
What do you see when you look?

Are you right in front of me
Staring back
A twinkle in your eyes
And a smirk crossing your face

Am I too blind to see you?
Is this real?
Can I actually sense you there?

Or is this just a vain fantasy

Perhaps you aren't even looking
Rather
Perplexed by some strange vision
Entertained
And oblivious.

What is happening?

I can't trust myself
Not as my wishes seem to come true.

Like a map
I see my future sprawled on a table
I know where I want to end up
I know where I am now

So many roads

I know which one will be easier
Which one is the “better” choice

Somehow, I don’t want that path

I don’t really care which path it is
As long as your hand is clasped in mine

Unless, you know, you think that would be awkward.

Now is just now.
Now is not then.
Now is not will be.
Now is only now.
It's only now.
And I can live through now
Knowing that now will soon
Be then.

Your laugh is the most beautiful sound in my life
Even though it is a little bit awkward
A tad too loud
It makes people look over at our table
We have to look away
Act natural
Okay
It is more then a little bit awkward
But... it means you are happy

And that is beautiful

lost my muse
lit his fuse

raised his fist
he ******* missed

bruised in the floor
he broke the ******* door

found my hidden blades
forgot too many birthdays

scarred up thigh
brothers off his high

broken glass
he finally cut the ******* grass

blue eyes grew green
blue eyes grew an alcoholic sheen

cried too many tears
they were pent up for seven years

broke down
she got her crown

she was homecoming queen
what a ******* ugly scene

pushed him away
pushed him away
pushed him away

let him in
shes too thin

he gave up anyway
he gave up anyway
he gave up anyway

blue eyes are dead
blue eyes are dread
blue eyes are dead
blue eyes are dread