Get over it.
You are.
And that’s just too bad isn’t it?
Good for you, you, you.
Just can’t wait to see what’s next.
Just can’t wait to see what matters to you more.
You going to keep getting upset?
Because I’m going to keep getting irritated.
And consuming all that makes me forget that you’re unhappy.
Don’t care.
At least I won’t if I keep telling myself that I won’t.
I don’t care if it takes forever.
And it doesn’t matter how much I don’t understand at the moment.
Because I understand it now.
And it doesn’t matter how much you love the lyrics or the fact that they are lyrics in themselves. They mean something concerning the moment.
And you said you’re faking until the morning.
And the music cannot be loud enough.
Nothing drowns out the fact that I know the truth.
The neighbors do too, and that is why I won’t turn down the music.
But I could go all night, I’ve done it before,
When someone else has failed me, because guess what? Everyone does. I can have a relationship and believe in it or I can have something I fake, but whatever I have is opposite of whatever the victim feels.
So tell me what you think you feel and I’ll tell you that on principle alone that you are wrong and indifferent.
***** to be you.
But I can sit here all day and keep going.
Because it has been so wrong,
And without metaphors everything is said instead of implied.
And I am tired of lying anymore.
Guess I don’t believe in what is going on anymore.
Let’s get hypothetical,
Then nothing seems as serious,
And I can lie about it in the morning, just as you do.
Maybe I imagine everything that goes on and I have no idea.
Maybe you’re an idea, and you don’t really exist.
I think I don’t really care.
I’ll wake up and spend my life pretending,
And it will feel great,
Because since you think that I am just a mess,
I can show you what I am really hiding by not actually showing you in any symbolic or secretive way.
It’s too bad you act like you care,
Because in turn you will act hurt.
But thankfully I’ll know different.
And feel no regret when I’m done with this.

Rainbows sit high
Imagination glides down their backs
and it scars hearts
after reaching a high, nothing matches that
Missing something now.
The paint, it trickles down and melts eyes
its canvas pain, it paints it gray.

To my fickle sea.
Poking holes in wishes you receive
The colors of the bay, they float away
Black and White is an infinite abyss
Lose yourself in the grace of it.
No in between,
just keep your eyes wide
you'll see nothing.
The sand at your feet
The glass and rocks that glaze the earth,
always find a way to cut their grace.
Don't pray too hard for me.

Search through your garden
the size of a thumbtack
the flowers rise over your head.
Trees of candy cane sprout before your eyes
You can't see what another sees,
no one to know what you know.

Taking a step inside an orchids stem
and tip-toeing down through the veins of its petals
the purple and gold
they all bleed through your mind.
Form and shape the world which you dance along,
thoughts of blowing breezes send your thoughts along their way
into this endless sea.

Watch the lines write themselves into darkened corners.
The bright and shining sun could change your world.
Swirling and spiraling staircases send you downwards without a thought,
no stopping the whirl-pool once your slipping under.
An octopus would take you in
and with every one of his eight arms he caresses your pain away
showing real effort in his cause

those who impress, settle at unrest

Watch as the berries erupt and bloom
crawl along the lines
mazes of blue
and red know there is no way to succeed.
Watch as the bumblebees sneeze with their noses covered in yellow dreams.
they pack it in with their toes in teams

A great glass lake, to skate along
the ripples
She falls along each crease,
stumbling and tumbling between each droplet.

The clouds fly high above her head,
they gaze upon her flowing gown.
They cry sad tears when they see her eyes
drowning her futures in their skies,
flowing and crashing and thrashing.

With an umbrella, float away
above the days when everything
turned out wrong.

The great glass lake serves true,
until you skip the rock of inferiority along its reflection.
The shatter will fly all about.
That is the point at which it ends
Everything you know is then contradicted and compromised
Your own description shattered

Stones drop from high heights
out of clouds with heavy hearts
waiting to smash this dream.

Great glass lake shines on.

Hit the bottom hard,
hit the bottom hard you will
to where those pills once filled its full capacity.
Drink it down with a shot of dismay and curiosity.
Look round
and watch the sadness consume.
Don't the walls talk when they get like this?

Step outside and breathe
the Autumn air,
hate for caring, forget that it happened.
Watch the stars switch around.
Let this be as your sign, you've taken too much.
Tonight, you should forget where you hid those pills inside you.
I may be here,
but I should be there with you.

And sad she's been.

and drinking in the new year has everything seemed like it would fit into place... but fit in it does not, a square hole fitting a sphere shaped piece...

attempting the new does the old fit in better than anything, and happy nowhere does she fit in, and drink does she more...

but the more she sips the poison, does the toxin fill her lungs and more often than not does the feeling of unease take over her body... and simply the many that call her amazing really mean terrible...

but know little that they mean terrible, and the few that read terrible, know simply the  tears that fall are more simple and complete than anything felt before, and every feeling felt before is unknown and foreign to those who think they are aware, but are really oblivious.

always does the rain fall on those who ask for it, don't be sad and wish it didn't happen, because the truth that lies is what really exists and the new year brings in nothing but good hopes and wishes. maybe he should sleep.

and ask for that does she not, she wishes the truth would surface, because then would the sun break through and the light be seen by many, and make all the pieces fall into place, and everyone would read the story much more easily in the light than in the dark of her thoughts and maybe then will her soul not feel so heavy but light.

and always will she feel better if everything the alcohol keeps inside would stay inside, and the years past would not exsist and everything would fade away and the rain would it wash away everything...

and pretend all that occurred didn't, and innocent she would remain instead of everything stolen from her heart would she remain happy, instead of ruined and just another pawn in life's game of chess instead of a piece of a game that can ruin others...

and always ruin will she because she deserves death but isn't strong enough to give, because if strong enough to give would everyone serve time and deal debt instead of tears filling cups, and woes filling life, and pain filling strife... maybe then would the debt be repaid but no...

the heart still beats with unknown determinations... if the truth of it all showed would the heart truthfully give up and let the truth give in... whereas the life would be lost and no one would question it...

Old fashioned girls with indifference in their eyes.
a will to be different.
a desire to be unique, but an emptiness fit for the farthest reaches of space.
a pathetic excuse for an individual are you.
the exact copy to that of a ghost of nothing... vain fantasy, as inconstant as the sea.
but dependable are your downfalls, everyone see's your issues.
if you were smart, you'd take it off.
you'd shed your skin and be yourself.
deny the paint on your face and the fact that we can all see it, we know you think you're above it.
you may think what you say doesn't reach my ears, but your ridiculous calls and impunitive voice are what I hear above all else.
it'll escape your mind, and I'm the one who will remind you of what it once was.
I'll get in your head, you're thinner than you think, your being is nothing, and your demise I will be.
your downfall is on a platter dear, take heed and be smart or behind your back is where you'll find the MOST disappointment of your life.
wish all you want, wishes are nothing.
especially to the undeserving.

Exposure,
plenty of light,
nothing uncovered,
or too much left unknown.
Through the lens, which he can't see but only thoughts and ideas he scatters through his shutter.
The rain can be captured quickly and in large amounts.
The press of a button and the stress is released, a flash of light and lightening coincide
crash
electrify.
Fighting the storm, protecting his truths and love.
He still trudges ahead; heart in hand.
Recording his sight, capturing the beauty.

Making it home, he doesn't think twice, he places his heart back in its chest and moves on downstairs.
Walking tall and soaking wet,
avoids looks or stares that come his way.
Piecing his mind back together, missing pieces lost outside in the horrible weather.
He'll keep on aching and asking himself questions, as slowly as the night air dries his split hairs, he can slowly rethink the choices he's made.

Slowly does it flow through your veins. Choke on your own demise and desire. Wanting something bad enough can drive you mad... getting it can **** you.

He lay there unknown, alone, and ******. Sleep and silence is the only peace he's felt in the last 15 minutes, as important as the last 17 years.

Unconscious states are the least he could ask for. So tired, so undead, wishes are hopeless. Barely breathing, it's painful doing so simple a task. He cannot move, he could hold his breath, he cannot see, he cannot dream.

Unconscious and thoughtless... his brain still works in overdrive. Controlling his lungs, his intake, his ability to live.

Broken bones and tragic endings to persistent stories leave no room for unknowns. Answers to be found have lost their simplicity and luster. The lack of information that matters most can ****** him further into his end.

Shattered teeth and swollen eyelids, black and blue and bent awkwardly at the joints. Does he want to move? To risk is to live, to try is to put forth effort, and to succeed means either nothing, or everything.