Beauty queens on the Hollywood scene
Plastic surgery before the age of fifteen
Striving to look like somebody else
Not happy with life nor even themselves

Riding 'round Beverly hill with Porsches, and Mercedes too
Strutting their stuff with brand new Jimmy Choos
Tiny lap dogs wearing diamond studded collars
Designer clothes costing many a pretty dollar

Watching the sun set over Beverly Hills
As the man on the corner passes out ****** pills
Life is unreal on both sides of the ditch
No matter how much you have, life's still a *****

And as you inhale the intoxicating clean air
Think: your vault might empty, and quickly be bare
But you'll still have family and friends and old fashioned love
(Though to be honest, you're never as free as The Dove)

The dove that flew off so long ago
Leaving the filth of it all far down below
In search of brighter days and bluer skies
Leaving Hollywood to deal with their own web of lies

This dove we speak of, he was truly free
Flew away so he could find his own special tree
No more worries of blank eyed starlet's destruction
No more worries of the wicked red-eyed Hollywood corruption

"i think i love her"
he thought
"but she could never love me"
but she did
and she thought
"i wish he loved me"
"the way i love him"
but he did
but all they ever did
was have thoughts
*n.d.

you deserve to be
the last thought before i fall
asleep at night, and

you deserve to be
the last person i ever
hurt, and you deserve

to be the last page
in my notebook because you
inspired my words

*n.d.

You who sit and play on your phone
Flinging birds is not a skill to hone
So why can you not see
You make me angry
And your cawing red birds make me moan

Math really *****
That we all know
So why are words
Our greatest foe?

This is a pager that received no words,
And how it was missed, I don't know
But using every white page is for nerds...
I just used this page... Oh...

I've been screaming, "I'm lost, I'm dead!"
And everything in life seems lost as well,
But I've finally heard the words unsaid.

All the books of the world I've fully read,
But off society's high shelf I fell,
I've been screaming, "I'm lost, I'm dead!"

Never walked the aisle, never did I wed.
Sometimes life really hurt like hell.
But I've finally heard the words unsaid.

My world has felt as black as lead,
I've heard the tolling of the midnight bell.
I've been screaming, "I'm lost, I'm dead!"

But you raised me from my cold death bed,
You held the key to my prison cell,
And I've finally heard the words unsaid.

"You're worth more than you think deep in your head
You're beautiful, You're lovely." To me you tell.
I've been screaming, "I'm lost, I'm dead!"
But I've finally heard the words unsaid.

Where echos bound off cavern walls
Thundering, spacious water falls
Giving power to the ember furnace
Crafters work with full earnest

Our clang of metal forming metal
Our  laughter around the stew-filled kettle
Lacboring long into the night
Carrying lanterns for our light

A golden tint in the arenose air
A rich man's delight, deep in this lair
A cornucopia of jewels and stone
Picks and axes spark on the hone

Melted metals with tools of the trade
Upon the anvil are ceremoniously laid
To be shaped and formed into desires
By light of the blazing, crimson fires

Where we find sweat and danger as one
And rarely journey out into the sun
Have amity with our fellow men
And all write to loved ones with one pen

The cavern echos, the rays of gold
This ancient house of tales untold
To find this place, a costly fee
For a way of  escape will never be

Through a wall
a thrashing arch
an uneven surface
a dark white crash

Through a motion
a back twisting
a whip of hair
a surrounding of blue

Through an experience
a breaking of the surface
an awakening
a rush of new life

Through the wave
a wall
a motion
an experience