we’re the cool girls of this generation,
the ones with the words ‘i .cannot. give. a. ****’
slashed across us in bold red,
the little lies we tell ourselves to go to bed,
instead of spending midnight hours strung on the edge
unable to seek behind or storm ahead.

the ones who fell asleep
to the sound of constant yelling, artillery shelling; bitter bullets exploding
into ugly bruises splattered across still skinny limbs,
shifting stories of anger and frustration, guilt and regret
expressed across inches of innocent skin;
the ones whose clothes were just a little bit frayed on the edges
the wear and tear of secret battles
fought behind sunset alleys,
behind midnight tea stalls
or on bright Sunday afternoons
at the bus stand,
desperately fighting hungry eyes and hungrier hands.

we’re the cool girls of this generation -
the ones with the
red tips red lips
red ribs red wrists.

we’re the cool girls of this generation -
the ones that house boys in our hearts and
smoke in our lungs,
the ones who spend way too much time inside their own head,
asking a hundred questions before every step in this game of wizarding chess that
never seems to slow down -

we’re the ones that can be found
wandering insomniac across sulphur-sodden streets,
wisps of distant wishes
settling into the foggy vestiges
of a high mind longing to soar higher.

we’re the cool girls of this generation
the one that are still allowed just the right rationing of
action emotion expression complication communication
while wearing a constant resting not-so-***** face
head sorting information in a frenzied daze,
heart swinging between your fingers and a suitcase -

the ones with one foot in the present and
other parts traversing through parallel dimensions,
searching for a back up plan if your hearts refuse to allow us home;
the ones whose mouths became graveyards
for all the words that went unsaid,
for all the words to which we came undone,
for all times your eyes asked us questions that we shunned

we’re the cool girls of this generation -
the ones that belong to roads unknown and bodies untouched,
the ones that find stories in shipwrecked planks
that ride stormy oceans only to find homes
or perhaps even build them -
amidst the crumbling sand castles on the sea shore.

because we’re the cool girls of this generation -
the ones with the
*red tips red lips
red ribs red wrists.

When I bleed, I bleed red.
When I die, I die dead.
When I wake, I wake alive.
nothing changed in the inside.
So what's the point
to hate, to fight.
Can't you see it isn’t right.
I showed you love when you showed me hate.
Don't let your ignorance dictate,
a chance to move forward.
A chance to survive.
A chance to love.
a chance to thrive.
Todays a day
to remember a king.
Todays a day to remember
a dream.
A dream that changed
the world forever.
A dream hanging by a tether.
So Stay vigilant, don’t come undone.
Don't get mad when you already know the outcome.
Dr martin luther king stood proud, he stood tall.
He took the hate, he took the fall.
He had a dream to change us all.

She was a girl,
her eyes too big, to wide
it hide the tears she cried.
And cried a lot she did,
She never stopped, she never bid.
She never bid the tears goodbye.
She stopped and started at the sky.

He was a boy, stuck in time.
He was a boy, who could rhyme.
Rhyme the whole day away.
Rhyme until it was time to play.
And play he did, and did it well.
he hide and said he would never tell.
Tell the world of his find.
He'd stop and bind his time.

Time to hold her in his arms,
time to woo her with his charms.

~

They wouldn’t call it love.
They just called it an end to loneliness.
A feeling they felt more then often.
A feeling that finally softened.

Open, POP CLICK POP
Open, POP CLICK POP
Open, POP CLICK DEAD.

Life is fleeting,
it leaves you in one quick motion.
Your so numb you can't feel any emotion.
The pills are setting in
you smile because you think this is the end.

Nothing,

you wake up the next morning with a killer head ache.
You look at the bottle emotions pouring back in a wake.
The familiar numbness is missing
and here you are tears forming at the eyes hoping,
wishing.

The pills are all gone
your at wits end.
Then you remember you have little friend
You pull it out from its dark hiding spot.
Fumbling for the bullets in a moment of distraught
You take the barel put it to you head
and count to three
1
2
3
and then your Dead.

5 am waking  up in a bed of lies.
Then the flashes come every day is filled with blue sky's.
Living in a world filled with your lies.
Hell touch you and it will make you feel like god.
You'll drown yourself playing into his game.
Where no one knows your name.
Its all about the fame.
Undeniable lust, his lips are poison to the touch.
Tasting  the sweet, sweet flavor of nicotine.
My favorite drug.
He dusts me out and uses me as his rug.
Using me over and over. Is there no end.
Living in a fake sense of happiness,
just playing pretend.
He'll make you close your eyes,
tell you your pretty
and ******* till  you meet your demise.
Taking your body into his hands, owning and claiming it. You need to take a stand.
You tell him no  and your no
turns into a yes then into an
I guess.
He's got you
now.
5 am waking up