The Goods kick it
on Easy Street.

One day,
I'll be a little less
broken.
Some day,
we'll be a little,
closer.

There's a calm before the storm.

But Katrina, never gave fair warning.

Be prepared.

Cause
it
will
rain
until
all the angels
feel a lil' bit
better.

She misses
me
too.

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Here we are
You will start
Play the card
That
Breaks the heart

Anger
Schemes
You cannot
Take the dreams
And try to give them Reasons

Here's the place
I once was
Where you bit your lip

....not like this


Try to give a reason
That your "love" changes
Like seasons
There are none that
I will hear

Above all else
You are decietful
Above all else
I am not broken

Depression
I used to think
Only of myself
Happiness
Call it home
Even when all of them are gone
I am here
I am

I became
Drunk enough
To scream
Your name
At the star filled
Night
It's alright
It's alright
I never hear your answer

Do you understand?
Do you understand?
That true love would wait forever
That I will sit by
As the sea of blood goes dry
As the sun sets forever
As the wind is full of heat
God has left his seat...
I will wait forever

I rush forward and jump
I feel the wind rush
Through my damp tangled hair
Then the chilling sensation
As cold water engulfs me
I open my blue eyes
To find a world
Unlike any other I've seen
Minnows dash and ***** snip
There's something else here
Something that pulls me close
A tug of fascination
A whole universe captures
In the blink of an eye

I was so
Filled
With sweet
Ignorance
Because
If I did not
Ignore
Then I'd
Feel
And
If I'd
Feel
I'd realize
You weren't
Here
And
If I felt
I would'
Only feel
Empty
With you
Not here.

beautiful red in the sky this morning
reminds me of that shepherds warning
there was no red in the sky last night
so maybe the weather warnings right
there might be rain during today
oh wind please come drive it away
although the garden needs its boon
I'd rather clear skies so sun shine soon

Selfishness;
with alcohol lying thick on her tongue.
Words spoke in cursive,
coming out in neat lines of hysteria.
What should I do,
should I leave, should I stay?
Kids crying as her questions float in the air.
Memories flooding back;
Same story, different parent.
If once was enough, twice is too much to bare.
Hating the one person I could always count on;
who was so strong the last time around;
who I strive to portray.
I am not this; nor will I ever be.
This whimpering lump of useless profanity,
this particle of betrayal...
Why? a thousand times I've asked;
to only get hit with a thousand more insults
from the mother who sunk to the bottom of the bottle.

There's that saying,
"Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words can never hurt me."

It's true.

Cause words, words don't just wound.
A single word can bring utter devastation or long-awaited salvation.
No. Words never hurt. They transform.
They create, they grow.
We are all, after all, just big fleshy piles of words.
We're defined and redefined and undefined until we can't defy what we are.
We are words, searching for words, living on words,
waiting for words, to bring us to words.
Words can be violently beautiful and poignantly painful, and powerful, and poetic,
and pure.

Sticks and stones are toys.
Words are tools,
and tombs;
They get tied together 'til tongues get twisted and truth is torn,
but they can be pulled apart 'til they perfectly portray a point...
And my point is this,
that life is nothing more than words,
*just words well-worn.

Words that tumble inside my mouth
Stab my tongue like daggers;
I bleed so much pain.
And I really do
I really want to scream these words
From the top of my lungs
But they burst.
This is tragic, this love.
Happier than blue birds that sing
But it hurts too much to even move a limb.
Crippling love, oh woe.
Crippling love, you will save me.
Because as much as it hurts,
You'll still be my rehab, dear,
A love infested detox
Ridding my body of the demons,
The demons that cut me from the inside.
Say it. Say it. Say it.
I can't!
Two words too powerful
They inject a paralysis poison in my veins.
Say it. Say it.
I would love to, but,
I can't breathe again.
I swear,
I swear I'll learn to say it one day,
With my last gasping breath.