Throw me off a bridge
While I fake my own suicide
Dying inside
I'd like to blame you
But there's no blame
Just do it
Stab me
While I escape this town
And never regret it

Fingers fly like doves
You may not know it but
I'm painting
And my canvas is the thick air
Each tone is a color
A deep rich purple
Or a bright yellow
It's not really inspiring
But really I'm trying
To be an artist

I'm running on empty
E V E R Y    D A Y
but I keep on going
E V E R Y    D A Y
I want to cry
E V E R Y    D A Y
but I keep on smiling
E V E R Y    D A Y

Fear is that exact moment of hesitation
The uncontrollable trepidation
For the young
Fears are materialstic
For the aged
They're all concealed
For fear of fear itself
Is fearing everything
And those brave men
Fear their own shadows

To the point
Where no words adequately express pain

To the point
Where no actions properly display change

To the point
Where all is buried; past present and future, far far behind us

To the point
Where the highest of highs are no compensations for the average low

To the point
Where I am broken

To the point
Where you're unspoken

To the point
Where I am on the edge of reality

That is where you'll find me.
And the darkness that lies in truth

How can my trust be so far buried in you
You don't even see it
The darkness can only shadow your sins for so long
And  you will turn to something much lighter
Like ****** knuckles
And swollen fists
But when the whole wall is torn down
You can only ****** yourself at the corner of your psyche
And at that point, when all the innocent mentality is destroyed
You will rest peacefully

We                    Made                   It                    To                    
                    ­                                                                 ­                               *Almost

Nervous?
No.
       Okay, maybe a little
I'm so nervous
Voices crescendo in my ear
Audible to the fishlike audience
But all that matters is the people around me
We're all a pack of wolves
Out for one thing
*victory

How am I supposed to find pride
In the shiny waxy figurines sold in gift shops
The cold marble
Reflects a clear prosthetic feel
And you laugh
*what pride? Where?"
I'm in the nations Capitol
But they're the ones
Faking the accompaniment

Who the hell am I kidding?!
Why you
Just look at yourself
I can't even take it
I held the leash for too long
And honey,
Your in the doghouse
While I'm in the kitchen
Pondering faded memories
Nothing more than dust
Only seen in a ray of sunlight
I totally just forgot I had a dog

You caught me
Falling
From the end of my first love
And sure, I guess
You were sweet
But you never can compare
To sparkling eyes
And the warmest of hearts
really
Nothing personal
We didn't have it
I blame all of my embarrassment
To the "one too many"
We both had at your party
You stroked my hair
And kissed my cheek
You stripped me down
To truth and bones
I new it *** happening
And I hated myself for it
Because
I DON'T EVEN LIKE YOU
We fell gently onto your bed
Engulfed in waves if cotton sheets
And I kept thinking the entire time
*you'll never be him

This crazy old man rambled verses of the bible in the middle of central park
No one cared to listen
He was just a crazy old man
Thin, malnourished, his wrinkles deeply embedded in his paper skin
Gave him the illusion of being wise
Though he had no idea of what he ranted on
The poetic flow of his words caught my ear
And pulled me in
"Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."
I pondered a while pacing through the park trails for the meaning of all of this
Night had fallen when i came across the old man again
Cozied up under a newspaper on the bench
His bible was placed under his head
And in  my ear
When i realized I had lost all things
I had lost *you

That stroll around town was different this time
My hands were cold
my arms empty
I stumbled to nowhere
With my best friend
Brandy
Tight in my palm
I waked down to the water
that was the only thing bigger than me
And I sat there with my delusional imaginary friends
As my schizophrenia acted up
****** Brandy
The cold glass rim
tingled my lips
where yours once did
and then
I was gone

There's only one fix for a broken heart
The recipe is simple and
The effect is lovely*

Ingredients
1 Broken heart
3 Bottles of *****
2 Months of tears
A dash of denial
A sprinkle of sorrow
Procedure
Drink all your tears
Swallow your pride
And choke on your misery

In my home
These cautiously padded walls
Seem so friendly

Kiss
                  Me
If
                 I'm
Wrong
                 But      
I
                 Am
In
                **Love

You're spent
And weakened by prior defeats
You say you're in it for the love of the game
Lies. ***** lies.
You're in it for blood. For victory. For prestige
And you will be victorious
All the people who look down on you
Don't know a thing
About the sport
About the drive
get in my way
I dare you
I'll rip you apart
literally or physically
take it as you will
is what you think about each enemy
That you so graciously salute
You give it all you've got
The rest is prayer
That you have the fervor
The force to knock down opponents
One
By
One
Digging deep you find you have it
You know it
You know what it takes
You know **the game

If I could say what I was thinking, the world would be so different

To the girl I smile at every day in the hallway
heard you're not a ******... Little ****.
To the abandoned little puppy that makes me "sad" on my way home from school
got no where to go? ***** to ****, ***** mutt
To the teacher that whose class I graciously received a 90 when I deserved 100
I see you're dealing with your low self esteem and home problems by unfair grading
To my friend whos dress I say I love
that's the worst dress I've ever seen. You're wearing rags that are fading
To the boy I wave at smoking on the corner
haha you're so dumb. I'll love to see you smoke yourself sick
To the kid I said I'd go to prom with
why should I go with you? You're such a little *****
To the woman with all the insecurities
hmm if I looked like you I'd be insecure too
To the people who try to stop me from these rants
all I have to say is F---- *you

Excuse for a minute I'm just having a bit of confusion  
You see, my entire identity is giving me some delusion
I don't who I am or where I'm going
They say it's normal; the experience of growing
Since when was psyche slandering of innocent so beautiful?
I didn't know one descicion could be so meaningful
Which dream do I chase?
At this age begins the race
To run to my future
But I face so much pressure
Im not sure which life will be missed
The city or the campus? Neither can I resist
I am an athlete I am musician I am a student
Sorry Dad, but I'm also not the most prudent
Which world holds a life that is brighter?
All that matters now is that I am a writer

During that one free minute that you have every day
How about you do some reflecting
On everything you do and every word you say
Take a deep breath
You're just overextended
You have way too much stress
You acted okay but you only pretended
Theres this monster you've created
Not just a busy working bee
You've gone psychotic; that's simply stated
In that one minute I remember this isn't me

Sweetheart, I promise
You are not alone
The day you stood strong
We. All. Wept.
And you kept your chin up
And stretched a smile across your face
And we, well we were wrecked
Shedding your tears
Feeling your pain
But then the unthinkable happened
Yes darling, it happened twice
In one month
In the time it took you to run for class president
Or the time it took to prepare a solo to play in orchestra
In the amount of time it took to take a deep breath from the hidden tears
Your world had shattered
And then we knew
You were in pieces
We sobbed silently to ourselves
So you wouldnt see us cry
Just as you had done the same
And we hold your hand and wipe your tears

And you're never alone
You had us the day we had to stand strong
And let you weep
Were working on holding your chin up
And cracking a smile every now and then
The love and support you have is so immense
And that's what makes you beam
In the darkest of hours

How is it that ***** Wonka's factory
Is suddenly my little shop of horrors?
I was overwhelmed with excitement at first
Mmm honey, you taste so sweet
But too much is never good
Walking through wonderland
I began to realize there was so much excitement
I wanted everything
And I got everything
Everything
That word sticks like butterscotch
Everything that was good
Everything that was bad
I couldn't handle all of it
And the wonderful things
In the dark, towered over me
Intimidating I thought
My dreams had become nightmares
I'd fallen for candy's trick
And now I'm stuck knee deep in honey

It's cute, this little dance that we do
Up and down the narrow strip of ballroom floor
You've  got them cornered
You're one step ahead
Poor kid won't even see it coming
You toss around their pawns like it's nothing
With each little tick
Of your valiant swords
Ha! You've figured them out
I'm sure you're chivalrous so you'll make it as painless as possible
4-4
0:05
Back forth back forth
Lunge!
And you scream before the buzzer goes off
Because you already know it's yours

*checkmate

It's those morbid dark thoughts
That everyone has
But we all hide from each other
Masking the dusty feelings of anger, sadness, detest, abhorrence
Society has brainwashed us to say I'm happy
we really want to say ***** you all
We can't live with the idea that anyone could possible be better than us
Why have we conformed to the idea of the everything is alright mindset
We all hide it
We all have it
We all subconsciously show it
I always knew green was my true color

Of course the two of us                        
                                                        want to get away from here
                                                            ­We were so innocent  Running
                                               ­             Hand in hand To the outskirts of this              
                                               Upside – down  town  Where  were  we  going?
                             ­                            To  the  mansion  we  had  built  with  daddy
                                               High in the sky of the     towering sycamore tree
                                                     But now going back           walking the dirt trail that supposedly
                                            brought us to        dreams             Kicking aside pebbles we pushed
                                                          ­     with        all our           might       to
                                                              ­  to        escape              from        the
                 ­                                                 Monsters        ­        chasing    us
                                          ­                         Seeing                              the
­                                                                 ­      Wimpy                   vines
                                                           ­                That                      were
                                  ­                                            once               chains
                                                          ­                    and       shackles
                                                        ­                      intertwined
                               ­                                              imprisoning
                                                                ­           all of the trunk
                                                           ­               seemed   unreal
                                                          ­               But  I  had  made
                                               ­                         Peace   with   it   all
                                                             ­      When I saw our shanty hut
                                                           Atop the mangled, dwarfed skeleton tree

The funny thing about life
                                              Is how we all have different perceptions and opinions
                                                        ­                                                                 ­                      On the same topics

But ha,
Nowadays we've all got to be nonconformists
Rebellion is tricky thing to master
To go against society is pretty much impossible
When the rest of society goes against itself
So those who rebel against the normal
Are so numerous that rebellion has become normal
conformity so to speak,
Has been lost in the eyes of adolescence
And blinded by the ideas
That being yourself
Is mainstream
But be different
But that's too average
light in the prism of teenage life
Is bent to show illusions and be deceptive
To tell us its accepted to be a unaccepted
Lets head back to the time where preppy cheerleaders and brain-dead football jocks
Ruled the hallways
And il-pubescent  band geeks were shoved into lockers
Like in the movies
Where only real society is existent

The dead trees burned

The tables turned

Scattered ashes blanket the ground

There was no life to be found

To demolition, the forests are bound

The fire had gotten it's sick satisfaction

It burned

And burned

Engulfing everything in its path

Just a wink, fire'd shown it's wrath

My elusive dreams
                           ....Tiptoe, hide         u
                                                         o      n
                                                      r ­            d
Massive  j    g     e                     boulders
                      a    g    d
Hindering me from            a d  v   a    n     c      i      n       g
And doing nothing but  f l i r t i n g  with success
Is the most I can manage
D      n        i
      a       c        n
                                   g        in the S s H h A a D d O o W w S s  of  flying colors
That....
            ........... chase each other
Too  f a s t  for me to catch
And when I do,
Dreams make like minnows
And s
              l       t        e    
                   i        h       r
through my fingers
Just as I thought
I'd caught them

I can't wait to get out of here
To step ouside, smelling cool city air
I need to get away
Suburbia's a place i'd hate to stay
I know this isn't where I belong
So to the trees and sidewalks I say "so long"
I'd rather be in the city bustling
Than watch the evergreen tree rustling
I understand I call this place home
But then why do I feel like I'm so alone?

We're all animals.
                                Man is quite a territorial species
                                Do not go near what I call my own
                                Is our instinctual mentality

                                We attack each other
                                Playing *****
                                Grime and blood on our hands and necks
                  
                                Primal behaviors
                                Must be displayed to live
                                In this jungle

                                Mothers give birth
                                Then abandon their young
                               For  preparation of life

                               But most incredible
                               Is how we always find our way home
                               After being tattered by the beasts in the wild

If I were to get to Carnegie hall
Oh, how I'd have such a ball
I'd sell out the whole venue
But all it seems I'm able to do
Is play sad songs on 6th avenu
Doing anything to get out there
But ask anyone in town, my names not out anywhere
Just waiting around for my dreams to come true
I've got things to prove to me and to you
I'm just a shadow away
Patiently waiting for that day
To play at Carnegie hall

Ahh that quaint little house
Down by the bay
Is perfect
I dream of us there someday
Light blue paint siding is slowly fading
But highlighted by the reds, yellows, and pinks
Of daisies
In the flower box
Outside The bay window
In the kitchen

I wake up on an early Sunday morning
Open the linen curtains
To let cools ocean breeze fill the room
With warm sunlight
And blue jays chirping
I pull on my faded pink robe
And follow the bitter smell of coffee grinds
Into the butter yellow kitchen
Where I meet with you
At a small round table
You in one chair
The other is all mine
We greet each other with a smile
No words
You're reading the paper
And we sip our black coffee in silence
You dress in a suit
And I, in my new white dress
And we skip down the cobblestone road
To the enchanted little church
Down by the bay

Oh how I long
How I long for that day
That day that we meet down by the bay
And for every day in between
Down by the bay that is so serene
Every day with you
Waking up smelling morning dew
Until the day
Down by the bay
When everyday the ocean brings foam
Where we'll both lay
Until the cows come home
To that little house down by the bay

Tea time
And I sit alone
At the table
Hearing cicadas drone
Seeing roses climb the gable
Steam coming from my small mug burns
And without you here, I am now able
To focus on much bigger concerns
Like what color to paint the picket fence
Or where to place this quaint birdhouse
Or what to name the new little field mouse
That scurries outside where the magnolias bloom
right next to the headstone where the leaves are strewn

.               When                                                             ­                     
                  175                      ­                                                              
                  met                                           ­                           At    9:59    a    blood
             ­     with                                                        ­             curdling         scream
                   77                                                                  ­      was      heard     from
to 85 the world held                                                           sea    ­ to     see.    The
their   breath.  People                                                  ­        unimaginable    had
gathered          round                                          ­                happened.          Two
town.          Strangers                                         ­                 words   .   .   .  It   fell.
held     hands.      And                                                  ­       Toppled     over   like
liberty     street    was                                                    ­       my    old   jenga   set.
ironically         named.                                                         Soot   covered    faces
I  was  so   young.  So                                                       ­   Stared       into     our
terrified.   Screaming                                           ­               hearts.  The     bright
and   crying    at    the                                              ­           colors     stained     on
newscasters   on   TV.                                                          our ­        flag         had
I  thought   of  people                                                       ­   different      meanings
who     were     there.                                                          t­han     before.      Red;
That I  knew.  Daddy?                                                 ­       for   what    we    bled.
Where are you? Why                                                        White;­  for smoke that
can't  I call  you?  This                                                 ­       fell like  a  blizzard  in
was  much  too much                                                        late January. Blue; for
For  a  wee 5  year old                                                        the   ­ tears    we   shed.

                                      But on 9/11/11, we started new.

It took me 15 years to find someone
To tell this to
It took me a good few months of flirting
To tell you how I feel
It took me several wide smile and soft kisses
To wisper it in your ear


No, in all actuality
It only took me 2 seconds to say it
And a lifetime to regret it

My notebook
Is my best and only friend
I trust you with all my secrets
My darkest wishes
My brightest memories
We exchange tales
Of love
And heartbreak
I can count on you to be there for me
So I cam vent to you
About all the reality I wish to leave
Thanks, notebook
For keeping my inner thoughts
In your beautiful bindings

Poor girl never is truly satisfied
By the grotesque figure that stares back at her
Distorted features cut by the broken glass
In the mirror
That little crack in the corner
That creeps it's way down like a spider
Attacking her reflection
In shame, she runs away
Tears flowing easily
As she purges her problems repeatedly
Little naive girl never is truly gladdened
Grabbing at her skin
And pulling it
Stretching it
To look the way she sees herself
She looks up for a moment
And the beautiful child
Who once had life in her cheeks and the world in her hands
Is absent
A stranger stares back her
With a  gaunt looking physique
All color drained from her face
Her skin blotchy
Her hair thinning
Dull eyes deep in their sockets
Highlighted by dark circles
All of this seems to be no problem
Throw on some makeup
Braid your hair
And that's taken care of
But aching neck down is all disappointment to her
After every scanty meal
She sneaks off
To cleanse herself of imperfections
surprised that no one has yet to notice
She desperately runs to the dreaded mirror
Where she sees no difference
And this sad little girl beats herself out of frustration
Bashing her brittle bones
Poor girl, be satisfied

Though you're gone
Your footprints stay
And when I walk on this earth
I feel you are still with me

Though you're gone
Your face lights up the sky
And when I gaze the stars
I feel you are still with me

Though you're gone
Your loved ones remain
And when we all share a laugh from distant memories
I feel you are still with me

Though you're gone
Your knowledge is vast
And when I learn something new
I feel you are still with me

Though you're gone
You forever remain in my heart
And whenever I think of you
You are still with me

The laws of respect aren't in black and white
There's not a book to tell me who to respect
                                                         ­                    And whom I should spite
I do respect those who work for the do
                                          Do what they love
                                          Love what they do
                                          Learn to love
                                          Love to learn
                                          Expect nothing
                                          Fear nothing
                                          Want nothing
                                          Hate nothing

I do not respect those who act mature; you're translucent as glass
                                                Aren't themselves
                                                Crave attention
                                                Need Approval
                                                Loathe the world
                                                Are ignorant
                                                Are blinded by the beauty of life by their arrogance
                                                Wish too much
                                                Complain too often
                           

What does it mean when I say I possess all traits under list two?
Do insecurities drive me to disrespect myself?
Or do I just have high standards?

Admittedly,
I'm not original
                           I don't really speak for myself
                                                  Listen for myself                                            
                                                  Think for myself
                          Or even really love for myself
                                                                               But,
                                                                                       I do infact,
                                                                                                        FEEL for myself
So do me a favor,
And
       Speak for me
       Listen for me
        Think for me
  And love for me
                              And in return, I will feel for you

My sweet, you've no right quoting Shakespeare
I'm nothing to a rose
Do not say where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear
Just keep to yourself so secret and so close

Anon, be patient as a female dove
He does not compare thee to a summers day
Yet I say he is in love
Tragic to say love is but decay

If I'm a rose, remember roses have thorns
I wish not to borrow cupid's wings
For now, I'm hoping God sends me no horns
Tied I shall be not by only two rings

You cannot call it love; for at your age
Just play as all the world's a stage

Sitting in this hot air balloon with you makes me smile so wide
Time flew past us like the seagulls outside
I could just touch the clouds
The people, houses, cars, and problems were so small
We'd left the earth and the troubles that she brings
Out here,
In the crisp pure air,
watching the blue sky
Fade to orange and purple; every hue
Makes me feel alive
And happy I'm with you

When we first met I didn't think much
But with a smile and a touch
I fell head over heals
But now I remember what I want- to make time roll back

On our first date I wasn't really impressed
But you looked really cute in the way that you dressed
I knew you were sweet
But now I remember what I want- to make time roll back

Our first kiss was less than great
But I knew God brought us together by fate
I thanked the stars a thousand times
But now I remember what I want- to make time roll back

That first fight really brought the heat
I thought I'd won; in all honesty I was beat
I couldn't undo this one
But now I remember what I want- to make time roll back