on the outside, nobody'd ever known he was unhappy.
he had his mother's eyes, soft and blue,
reminded me of babies for some reason.
he used to pop in every now and then to give me the news,
gossip he'd heard at school that day,
the what-not.
i was real sick at the time, mama had to keep me hidden away sometimes,
ya know, i think she was a little ashamed seeing how it was a little her fault.
i didn't blame her for nothin' though.
anyways, he came and went as he pleased, nice boy he was.
used to wrap me up in a blanket and wheel me onto the porch so we could watch
the cars and the rich folk with dogs jog right on by, like they ain't never seen a girl with no hair
and a boy as handsome as he was.
we was a regular spectacle, a bonafide freak show,
and them people they always gonna talk, but he told me that the only people that listen are
the ones doin' the talkin', and that ain't us, so we ain't listenin'.
i didn't find out about his daddy until about a month after it happened,
for some reason people have a hard time telling someone who's dying that somebody died,
can you believe that?
he stopped comin' around so much after that, figured it was 'cause a his mama (with the eyes)
needin' extra help round the house.
weeks, maybe even a month went by 'fore i saw him again,
but he wasn't the same boy, and i sure as hell wasn't the same girl.
he looked at me, with them eyes, as if he'd just lost the lottery.
ya know, he sat me down and told me that he couldn't be around me no more,
seeing as how i was dyin' and all. ( i thought that was pretty dumb, i may be dyin' but i ain't dead yet)
he held my hand in his, his was a little clammy, i think 'cause he was so sad and all.
we sat there for a few minutes, hand in hand, thinkin' bout life and death, and the johnny carson show.
now, he never said nothin', but i think he loved me. i never got to find out the truth though.
he disappeared after that day, nobody heard from him, his mama was all outta sorts.
i think he left town, couldn't stand seein' people lookin' at him and me all the time,
the bonafide freakshow,
couldn't stand bein' round his broken mama.
doesn't really matter where he went off to, he was gone just the same.
some days, when im sittin' on the porch, wrapped up in a blanket, waiting to die,
i feel his clammy hand holdin' mine.
you see, when you don't have much left to live for,
it's people like him that save you.

I wonder about you.

How your hair still knots,
or the small shape of your eyes in the sun.
Maybe if your hands are still soft. I'm sure.

You used to mumble so I wouldn't taste your breath.

While the yellow sun and the diamond sky
       come together to hold a revolution,
       the universe is sleeping

A little blackbird gently weeps
       "Hello, goodbye!" across the garden
       to carry the secret naturally

"Don't bother me, cry tomorrow," she said
       Oh, it won't be long 'til the end,
       magical mystery will follow the sun

Help! something warm is in the window
       it's flying through happiness,
       don't ask me why

Run for your life, dear rock and roll boy
       the continuing light will taste your slumbers,
       mother nature's son

Please, not a second time
       good morning, good day
       P.S. Everybody's got something to hide.

She's sitting on the moon, looking down on the earth.
She's got the perfect view to watch the whole globe burn.
She says to herself, "I don't belong anymore."
As the earth is slowly consumed by the flames of its core.

She looks in the stars and sees the eyes of her mother,
Her pools of regret say, "they'll only send you another."
Her family tree takes a nebula's shape,
As ancient voices gently whisper four letters called 'fate'.

She screams, "can you hear me, God? This is your cue."
Somewhere in her prayers echo, God forgot to follow through.
Her broken voice sings "J'ai guru deva omm,"
Until she gets the impression that she's sitting alone.

Her life is inspired by a nightmare with a twist,
The glass walls of her soul have been painted with mist.
Her eyes are lined with a melancholy glaze,
While the tears of their reflection bring rain into space.

She's recovered from blindness, now everything's clear.
She thinks, "there is no place for me in earth's atmosphere."
The lack of oxygen in her blood causes her veins to burst,
Forever will her broken bones haunt the empty universe.

Sick of this life
Sick of the trials
Sick of the things that don’t make it worthwhile

Sick of the beatings and words that can hit
Sick of the men
who love other girls ****

Enough of the trying
To fit in at all
Enough of pretending I’m happy you call

You want my attention
But it’s just a farce
You really just want to be noticed by “****”

Which, incidentally, is a really **** way
To speak of the women
You *** to each day

In lieu of my island
With beaches and sand
I’ll wander away... by my own hand.

.
  She stood there naked,
still slightly embarrassed,
     without make-up.