Didn't mean to rip the picture, but we were so mad at us ...no, so scared
and sad.
Didn't mean to shout, but we were yelling at us...no, primal scream
this shouldn't be happening.
Didn't mean to use those words, but we were being mean to us...no frustrated
and losing touch.
Didn't mean to walk away, but we forced us...no refused to be pushed
to proud because we trusted
in us.
Didn't mean to take so long to apologise, but we needed space from us....no, time to readjust
see how we felt away from us.
Didn't mean a thing to be only me and you...no, we need to be us
confessed it is true

And there in, so much spoken
In a world ruled by the broken
Aloud, and silently, we scream
I prefer not reality, but the dream
Here, in this world, apart
The norm, is to bury ones heart
The echoes, of the burdened, so loud
And I, I would stay in the clouds
My heart honestly, is non-existant
And reality, I keep, at a distance
Time, bares no weight with me
All of it consumed, by a forgetful sea
Memoirs, of a time long since past
I remember, Forever, never lasts....

What does one do
When
We bleed to know we're alive?
Weeds have taken over there
In the garden of Eden
Licking chalk, from the side walk
To feel something other
Than the insanity of emptiness
Or the emptiness of insanity
Drink to numb
Write to feel
Tell me
Tell me
I hear nothing
And nothing....

Standing outside the broken window of life
Breathing In the poison, feeding on the strife
Crooked perspectives, singular views
Pain or numbness, which ever we choose
Dance, or play the music, either way the same beat
Watching the world die, bitter tasting treat
We watch, like spiders, weaving our web
Spin it out with words, views of life's flow and ebb
Feeding like ticks, off the emotions of others
Be it their actions, or smiles of fake lovers
Empathic designs, binding together
All we, watchers, into forever
This broken window, through which we all stare
Gives prysmic views, though never a glare

lay dead . do not speak nor ask for   fear.

lay quiet. do not write nor tell. there    are

new shoes by the wardrobe.     at an angle.

still. do not move nor participate in  any

way.

do not breathe, nor cry. there are    new

shoes by the wardrobe,            new shoes.



sbm.

I stay drunk these days
Drink it away
You
The pain
In vain
Never leaves
And I, I grieve
Can't get up
Out of bed
The words you said
Echo in my head
Diseased
At ease
And I, I can't
Just Please
My skin burns
My soul yearns
The years
These tears
And I, I die
I cry
Ask God why
He won't answer
And I, I'm just
A silly ballet dancer
You, youre the sky
The sun
And I, I'm done

I have missed me
I have missed us
Things have not been the same
Maybe someone else is using our name

Some days it feels like we are hands on a clock
just going through all the motions
Other days we are never seen at all
Maybe its just our memory that answers the call

So I miss me
I miss us
Could there be anymore space between us
We are not the same
Maybe someone else is using our name

Is there still love between us
Could things go back to what they were before
Don't we deserve love too
Or do we love ourselves more

Oh how I miss me
I miss us
When we are not the same
For so long now
Someone's been using our name

Not even sure if our hearts work anymore
or if those parts have already died
Do we take a chance on love gone lost
Or just give up throw in the towel and hide

I still do miss me
As I do us
Will we ever be the same
We are trapped inside
Screaming out our name

Building a life on cotton candy dreams
smells of the circus and carnival rides
Exuberant children in tousled sheets
Doing untrained acrobatics on a highwire of hope

Melted sugar nightmares crash without a net
Eyes burn in the stench of memories and laughter
Wearing that broken wire like a decade old prom dress
Wishing pieces of that life didn't still smell so sweet
Making everything sour by comparison

Ever wary of the remote reminiscence of
laughter and the exuberance of children
Flesh torn by that highwire gown
Whenever someone smells of the circus and carnival rides