They buried thee in roses,
of a soft and lilting hue,
of petals soft and trimmings long,
and virtue pure and true.

Thy faces bore the markings
of a girl buried in rock,
the 'witching cause of scorching pasts
and thoughts that led to shock.

Far be it from the minds of old
to push the past down yon,
to wish away the learnèd pulse
that rules your life begone.

So treasurèd be love itself,
the will to live be strong,
'tis hard enough to kiss the weeds
when they've torn up your song.

how many times do i have to tell you
to leave me
be

it really hurts to see myself continually
hurting you when you
could leave

i ask you all the time to just let me go
and let me wither
in peace

why

Music is white noise
Destroying my eardrums
Muffling the screeches around me
Drowning out my own sobs
The louder the music,
the number I feel
Yet the pounding bass
Is the only thing I can sense

Thoughts circle
Never stopping
Racing to remember
Hoping to forget.

There’s no shutting off
Control center broken
Silence is death
Fear is pain.

The worry explodes
Crumbled on the floor
Guns fire
Water flows.

a plane crashed
killed a soccer team

a serial killer
was caught

two family members
were murdered

a hurricane
formed down south

my depression
has come back

I've been playing this game in my head since I was a little girl
If it had a name it would be called something like
Make Anything Work
I'd put my girl in some place no one wants to be
An orphan maybe in a cutthroat magical city
I'd figure out how to get her a schooling or a livelihood
She's clever, that girl, crafty, thrifty
Though I always held her strictly to the rules
Passing each of her moves through logic's test
We'd still always find a way for her to make her life a home
A happy place, a comfortable place, A Place To Call Your Own

So when I fell down into this ditch
I did what I've always done
I played the game
and Made It Work.
It's home down here now
Living in the dark of night, even in the day
Even when I imagine myself, I see shadows from where I am
Scared to lose myself entirely if I try to break out
And you can't climb out if you don't want to leave

So I guess I'm stuck where I am
A half-life, unsustainable
Like cement blocks to my feet
And one breath left in my mouth

I'll make it work, somehow

Dance for me, little princess
mouth taped shut
arms taped up
to her ears
in permanent surrender
a white flag or a white dress
what difference does it make?
off with her head
bang and she's dead
or is she? you can hardly tell
for all the strings and
tape
that holds her up
she looks like she's dancing
but it's only convulsions
to shivers
to a blank stare
to nothing for eternity
except nothing became something once so why not again
Dance, little puppet, dance
you're here
so you might as well dance until you're dead.