Paint by number
your colors
just like everyone else.
But do not color
outside the lines.
There's no place for
extraordinary.

Shove the clay
of yourself
into a mold that
doesn't fit.
But do not dare look
for another one.
There's no place for
individuality.

Write out the story
of your cliché life
just like all the others.
But do not make
any revisions.
There's no room for
originality.

Late at night
I see what I've become --
A picture on the wall of death.
And I wish I could've not,
But I'm already dead and gone.

if i thought i had the words youd want to hear
id write them down and post them
here, there and everywhere
wear every sole i own down
making sure you know im there for you
you are my soul now
dont let your fears turn into tears
youre not alone
ya daft cow

Cold hearted,
Iced blood,
These feelings of pain, come in like a flood.

Blue veins,
****** lips,
Take some more pills, go for a kip.

Visable rib cage,
Hunched back,
Skin and bones,
Smoke some crack.

Black eyes,
Bruised lies,
Smoking in chains to pass the time.

Winter comes,
Cold and ******,
I sit here alone,
Waiting for you to come home.


Christmas arrives,
I wonder why,
You had to leave,
And no longer breathe.

So, I'll stay in bed all day,
Put the gifts away,
And remember the day,
That you said you'd stay.

Make your move.
Go ahead.

Forget about me,
Not that you don't already
Every time you walk out that door.

Bury your guilt,
Your pain, your hate, your love
Go ahead and bury it
In any girl who will take you to bed with her.

Forget about me,
About you
About us.
Take your onemancircus to the next destination.
Don't get help.
Don't fight those demons.
Let your fear and self-hatred rule you.

I guarantee they'll get you far.
But they might also **** you,
In one way or another.

Living on the precipice,
Dancing with the shark in your head
Induces the biggest rush, sure.
But when you trade emptiness for loneliness,
Friendship for lust,
Health for adrenaline,

You'll end up hanging from that precipice,
By your fingertips.
How long can you hold on?

When you came into the picture, I
Felt the pieces of my life's puzzle
Scattered before your advent
Fall in the right places.

As I look back now, I can
See how God had held a lily
And stretched it's beauty towards me
Dealing me an appealing gesture, an

Invitation to behold your splendour, A
Path to a place where happiness blooms
Like lianas in a beautiful bougainvillea
From where I was ushered into the eyes

Of Venus. My pains were stung
With fangs of happiness
Then I beheld your smile
And walked straight into the arms of love.

Providing we stand dividing the spoils
our labours will not be in vain.

Seductions

A process of elimination where
agitation takes the floor

I ache for more than the misguided movements
contented is finer than this

I have been kissed by the majesty,
backhanded by tragedy
and
lost somewhere in melancholy

finally
the comedy returns.

Provided we stand
give each other a hand

the home fires will keep
right on burning.

I have to learn to **** myself
Without imagining your hands,
Your palms,
Gliding through my body.

I have to learn how to ******
Without gasping your name,
Gripping your hair.

I have to learn to remember
That your fingertips
Are not the only ones
To ever plunge inside me,

And to remember
That your absence should not be missed.

Why can't I write when I'm not feeling sad?
My pen only cries when my heart is bleeding.
It's not like happy souls don't have a thing to say,
But it was ink that got me through those lonely, rainy days.

Why can't I write when I'm wearing a smile?
I can only do it with a tear upon my cheek.
It's not like broken souls have any more to say,
But it was ink that got me through those lonely, rainy days.

It's not like I'm not trying when I'm not crying.
It's not like I would rather be in pain.
It's just that I would like to write you something,
To thank you for those dreamy summer days.