These steps have survived colossal disaster.
The only thing that has remained-
a last shot at being something beautiful.
There are only two ways to go,
you'll find an end somewhere.
They're screaming to run, run, run,
but the headache masks all conundrum as buzzing.
Her lacquered fingernails tapping at your sanity,
scraping lightly at the back of your neck.
Ghosts wish to be loved like you.
If there was a way to escape
and disappear, disappear, disappear-
There are only two ways to go,
you'll find an end somewhere.

Onward Christian soldiers
Off to ****** more.
With the cross of Jesus
Adding up the score.
**** as many as you can
In the name of Him
He, the guy who taught you love
Whose light is going dim.

Take the words that Jesus said
Twist them up your way.
Make the talk of prejudice
Throw the book away.
If someone is different
Make a joke of them.
Make up lies to publicize
In the name of Him.

Call the Christian soldiers
To put down the poor
If they dare to congregate
At the nation’s door.
Teach them only Christians
Get to share the loot.
And they have to be the right
Kind of church to boot.

Bless you Christian soldiers
God is on our side.
Fight against those other folks
Please keep back the tide.
Good people are like us;
Stand behind the cause.
Christian white and Protestant
Just like Jesus was.

Every man has one. You notice her when you are sixteen and she still inhabits your heart at sixty. She is the angel always just out of reach. Her scent is of Ivory Soap and lilacs and spring and youth. You never quite forget her. She becomes the template of desire. You tremble for her flesh, but wouldn't know how to touch it.You spend your life wishing she would invite you up to her room to play, knowing that she never will. You want to embrace the texture of her being. You want to brush your tongue along the thighs of her most secret longings. You want to hear her moans echo in your own throat. You measure all the women you will ever stumble into against her. Some fit; most don't. You believe she holds the answers to all your unasked questions, the dark ones your soul is afraid to speak out loud even to itself. Sometimes you wish she would release you, but that can never be. She is the Queen of your dreams. You are her subject. You will always kneel before her. You will always believe that her touch could heal your deepest wounds. You will be her Fool forever and be glad of it. On your deathbed, you will catch her scent one last time, smile and carry her with you into infinity. Every man has one.
  - mce

Rachel was my best friend
and her favorite memory of us
was when I told her she was

I don't see Rachel anymore
We barely text because we lead very busy lives

She travels now
Around the world
Down to her 10$ somewhere she loves being

And I live in the place I love too

Rachel and I were best friends

I miss Rachel, and I know she misses me too

Drifting apart is a part of life
but its a very sad part
the memories shared will be forgotten
or changed

It's a very sad story
but it still didn't end

I hope I see Rachel again
and I hope that we become best friends again

of everyday

isn't so bad

I don't really get bored
life is limitlessly fascinating

and there is always something to think about

and I read poetry on the trains
and sigh eternally
and theres a girl
who cares about me

I've got my whole life ahead of me

I feel weighed down by people telling me what to do
sometimes
but I guess I should take it as a sign of flattery
they see themselves in me

so I'll sing a few more of my set
(I have a set now, and it develops more each day)

and I feel alright
and alright
is alright
by
me

To live life in intensive clarity
you must prepare yourself a lonely house.
A friend or three, of course. Perhaps a spouse
or three, as well, though even they won't see
how deep the silent spring that feeds your soul.
Intensity, in truth, is rarely loud
or boastful; more like one who's been allowed
perspective broad enough to see the whole.
Many come to visit, few will stay.
Some believe one lesson will suffice
until they understand in full the price,
the cost it takes to find and walk your Way.
For wisdom's earned not doing as you're bid
by those who knew much better than you did.

I think of all the times you said you push away
But I don't mind
I'm staying here no matter what you say

I could bring you places you've never been before
You'll be flying high
I'll give you everything you've always waited for

I know I'm alive
Perhaps in another life
I might get it right

You like to say that time is on our side
But you must realize
I'm too impatient to watch it all go by

You say the house can burn if we light a match
Though that may be true
You can't sit there freezing just because you're afraid to get attached