All I'll ever ask of you is to feel my love
oozing from every heart in the room
when I say those words, those
unnecessary things that are said
too much but mean nothing now anyway.

Don't look at me with those eyes,
or come 'round here wearing that cheap
cupcake perfume. One day the world's gonna
end and everyone's mind will be thinking of us
laughing on park benches and singing in allies
for dancing shadows as everything envied us
so very much.

You keep leaving without a second thought,
you keep coming back to lay the world at my feet.
And when you're here you're not. When you're
gone you're here.

Baby, don't look at me with those eyes,
you know I'd do anything for you,
but Baby, this time it's over,
we're through.

That's what you said, so if that's what you want
okay. Just know the world's gonna end
tonight.

Dearest Anarchy, beloved soul that you are, teach me to fish in Hades. Remind me of the lie covered truths and broken-hearted songs that bite. Let me tell you that I crave your voice the way i long to hate the ones who know no other way than to hate. Oh Anarchy, you intrinsic soul, take me through the fire, show me what darkness really is and teach me to fish in Hades for it seems there is no other way.

He searched for enlightenment,
obsessing over the cosmic refreshment,
only to find a girl who cannot lie,
never sleeps, and always sighs.

I know I wasn't his goal at all,
so Anarchy dear, teach me how to fall -
for something, someone, anything, anyone
other than his love, to replace my dying sun.

In the silence all I hear
is the steady hum of an
unnecessary air conditioner
in the middle of our coldest
winter yet.

And the steady but melodic
click clack of a keyboard
as my laptop gently rises
and falls with the pressure
of each key and the breathing
of me.

I guess that really isn't silence,
after all, but it should be
when you are used to people
fighting in the background
or music blaring with
lost hope.

And I read what so many others
write, commenting to the best
of my ability, only something
keeps getting in
my way.

Why can't I be as great as them
and where did all of my inspiration
run off to this time. Am I all alone
or is it coming back
someday?

So in this stillness that is not
so still and the silence that
is actually quite noisy
for some

I am searching for my muse
wondering where she could
have gone.

If you see her walking down
the street or passing through
your dreams would it be too
much of me to ask you
to send her back
my way?

Look, its not my fault.
I want to cry,
She woud give me jobs,
But no chance to try.

Christmas is always
The death of me.
To make maters worse,
They never let me be.

Today I met a guy,
Who fell in love
With me, but I dont
Care I wanna die above.

People keep saying
If I were to die
That they would only
Be able to cry.

They say I am pretty,
Some think I am sweet,
Others say I'm the devil
Cause they cant take the heat.

Whatever choice is yours
Get me out of here.
Dont tell me its death
That I should really fear.

Let Christmas come and go,
Tell me its love or hate.
But you cant make me stop,
For that its far too late.

I'll drown in these painful
Tears and poison my soul.
Cause I am done with
Sitting for life to take a toll.

Thank you Christmas,
For finally taking it away.
I really dont think
That I could last another day.

"I wish you found me important,"
Lighting whispered to Rain.

- - - - - - - - -The Next night:- - - - - - - - - -

"You have never been
anything less than beautiful to me,"
Rain cried to Lighting
as she flickered away again.

I never thought I could hurt you
being such a strong person,
it didn't occur to me you cared
enough that staying was an option.

Day after day here I stand
watching you stare up at me
from behind your friends laughing
and I hear all the things I
never had the guts to say.

Hold me tight, be my brightest light
come on moonlight tell me things
might be alright. I didn't try to
hurt you, I swear I didn't.

you took my heart away
when you walked to the other
tables, my mouth said just go
I wish you had heard
my heart whispering please stay.

Everyone said that it was ok
they smiled and wanted me to join,
I think it actually hurts them
when I cry. I just never noticed
you bleeding when I cut
and I never thought you could be
my knight in shining armor.

And here I am now, in the library
looking through the shelves
running my hands over the black
sharpie on the bottom of fiction,
"My Midnight Starlight Forever"

such a unique name,
only ever from you to me,
such a painful thought
tears sliding down,
oh what a sight to see.

People watch me
they ask if I'm okay.
Voices haunting making me
wish that I begged you to stay.

I didn't mean to **** us
or the person we became,
but I couldn't stand you leaving
and coming to hurt me, then
leave only to come back again.

Someone had to end the chain,
to be the red stop sign, and I
guess I hurt so bad and fell
too far to try again or again.

I love you as a friend,
I hate you as a soul,
I miss you as a love
and
I am sorry,
I forgot you as a friend...

Just in case you were wondering
you won a heart today.
The fact you stand out and
don't even care what people say.

The inspiration I've gained
as well as all the laughs
are dear to us - thank you.

I admire the works you create
with such tasteful words and paints.
Your passion for kindness and
living in your own light has
reminded me who I am.

No way you are normal,
that's good at this point.

Please don't ever change,
people love you
exactly this way.

I know you remember the way
Your parents called you into
Their bedroom, your mother
Wrapped you up safe in her arms
With tears in her eyes and
Sadness cloaking her usual warmth.

After a deep sigh your daddy told you
That your sister took herself away.
No one knew why, just said drugs
Found her time and time again.

Next you looked them in the eyes
And whispered, "I am here to stay,
Forever and always I will be here."
They smiled as they pulled you in
Tighter, so sure youd meant what you said.

Six months later you're addicted to
Butterfly kisses from a steel blade
And alcohol playing with your abilities,
Forgetting that golden promise
You face your reflection and wonder
Why nobody recognizes you.

Without thinking you punch the glass,
Pick up a shard, slit your heart as you
Murmur some sorry excuse about
Do this here and now, you pick up
Your lipstick and write "Death shall die,
Time shall end" on whats left of the glass.

But before you leave I have to ask,
Is the ghost ship worth it, do you
Really want to leave when so many
People love, want, care about, and need



You.

Dear You,

I am so sorry
that we cannot
keep this going.

Our midnight walks
and three a.m.
poetry readings
over the phone

dotted and dashed
with the sounds of
shattering hearts
and overly rational souls
wondering who else
they could be
in the light of day.

I am not
scared of holding
you or of what
others think
at all.

But we stole
your sister's
car keys and
drove to the
border before
we had any idea
what we were
really doing.

Let's not
and say
we did.

Let's put
up walls
when they
look our way

and dance
on stage
with new
costumes

and redesigned
faces like that
Miley Cyrus girl
and her
Hannah Montana
character used to.

Let's not
and say
we did.

Don't let me
lose you again
especially
this way.

I'm so sorry
but we cannot
keep this going.

We cannot be
friends, not
the way
we have
always been.

I will never understand why you
Do the things you do. Or why I
Just cant ever seem to help you.
But I am glad you are in my life,
Even without talking, I guess I
Know you are still ok by the feeling
In my heart every time you
Cross my mind. Is that enough
To know thzt a person means
More than everything to you?

Anyway I just wanted to say
I miss hearing from you. I love
You so very much. Have a good
Evening please. Oh and don't forget
To remember me so I can
Remember not to forget you.

With love,
Your dreamer forever

...****...
someone's here to visit
they want to know your name
..............Ding..............
Everybody's outside waiting
we have creativity to show you
W...H...O...O...S...H!
Somewhere the wind is racing
sharing all it's secrets
with the ever present rain.
.......Drip.......
Come on, get up, we have
people to meet...
....................Drop...
Drip...
...........Drop......­.....
................................Drip...
...Drip...
........­..............Drop...
Follow me to a place
unlike any other
across the seas of Time
and Death's lingering breath
Ding...
..........****..........
We have arrived
somewhere indescribable
C...R...A...S...H...
a world caught between
your moving melody
and nostalgic notes
.......Dring.......
Dring...
................****...
This is all your fault
you got me lost within
myself craving
more of your blissful

perfection

I watched from the comfort of my bed
as rain drizzled down my frost painted
window in the dead of winter's night.
The silky sheets below were red
with golden flowers, before I fainted,
ready to give up the fight.
When I came back all was white and black,
however nothing else made sense
and I was lost in a new technological world.
In came a women who gave me flack
then a man erupting in lava, hence,
me screaming even after my head swirled.
A moment later the man came back in
smiled and said, "you are radiant as the sun,
you are sweet as nectar of a daisy,
why are you here in this crazy place?"
"I am nothing, this is the hell I must live in,
besides I am gloomy and have never had fun.
I'm arrogant and so pathetically lazy,"
I answered and eyed the scars dancing on his face.
He chuckled and gasped, "YOU?! Really in Hell?
I can't see that being something real,
so quit the act and come with me;
I'll show you something, you don't wanna miss."
"Never has my life gone well,
all my life pain was all I could feel.
Just **** me, set me free
and okay, as long as its not bliss."
I responded and crawled off the cold table,
I shrugged and followed quietly,
well as quietly as I was able.
He kept joking and I laughed more than slightly.
Eventually, we got to a room
with no lights gleaming, had a bed and two
beat up chairs somewhere in the space.
He smiled again, though sly now, evil beginning to loom,
"Come on, sit down, I've been waiting for you,"
I did as he said, a moment later we were face
to face sharing a passionate kiss,
that tasted sticky sweet, and lasted forever.
"I told you it wouldn't be a miss, here's true bliss,"
He smiled with darkness in his soul, time to sever
all today's memories from my ****** up head,
because then he vanished and I saw
the real hospital and colors again
it was the beginning of nothing, so ta-ta
cause here's the end of something that isn't something at all.

Fire rises yet again
everyone thinks this
is the final end.

Ask me if I think so
I'll only shrug because
I really don't care - or know.

Sorrow, agony, pain,
that sound of a broken heart
and crying in the pouring rain,
these are the only things I know now.

Tell me that this
is what they call the end
there's nothing I will miss
so it doesn't faze me as it
would do to you,yet again.

They came here before
and burnt everything
to the bottomless floor.

Still it is all black
with ash everywhere imaginable,
there's only one thing it lacks,
and that would be you.

Since this place
is my lifeless heart.

The world shattered and the sky fell
as I was walking away, begging you
to follow me. To give some sort of
meaning to a lost girl I become.
But you didn't. I got out of sight
and far beyond ear shot, waiting for
the moment you would realize how much
we needed each other. You never came

I waited through the world's first
and second ends. I stood tall in the face
of Fear and after the silence I broke down
and watched myself lose pieces with
every step I took. The world shattered
and the sky fell as I learned that even I
don't want to be my friend which is why
I'm here, in the shadows, standing in line,
waiting to audition for loneliness.

I know you were already here,
that I missed you by minutes
and maybe a second or two.

The words are said so easily,
so much that they don't seem
to mean anything now.

But just in case the cliche's
and corny messages make
you smile the way they used to:

Be mine, you have my heart
I love you, I miss you, hug me,
kiss me, and know that I...

I am always thinking of you,
because as it implied by the day's
commercial theme, I LOVE YOU.

You can sit there staring at me
With that unreadable look in your eye,
The sparkle is gone and the smile
I love so much is fading by the second.

I cant see you, really I never could,
But now all I have is that picture in
My mind when I close my eyes...
Its falling apart, missing all the details
I thought would last me forever.

I cant see you, I know you're still
Here though. Or rather still there.

All our pretty little songs are playing
On repeat and they just wont stop
No matter what I do and the things
You used to say as sleep gently
Pulled me away or when tears called
The shots for me are all the words
I hear when I dare to dream now.

You are somewhere new without
Even leaving, you are not the person
I spent so long believing you were.

Someday you will find this,
That much I know. When you do
The countdown is over, the promises
Have been forgotten, and goodbye will
Not be said this time.

But something tells me you are
Not planning to come back any
Time soon, so just don't come
Back at all, have fun.


P.s. somehow though, I will continue to love you
Even after the ends of time and until Death dies.

What is with today's world
when everyone feels like
everybody's nothing,
because magazines
and television plauge
so many minds
daily.

Theres fire and ice
everywhere you look,
but its far more
Noticeable
within each of us
longing to put
our spark
out.

No one goes to the
mirror anymore to smile,
"There's the reflection
I admire so much."
Though they should
all of us are so
beautiful.

It's gotten so bad
that driving past the
high school I saw a
cathartic scarecrow
just waiting to
influence more of
us to be like
her.

What is with today's world
that we can't be satisfied
just by being ourselves?
Why must they make
us feel so small
when we know
that we are truly
amazing.

"I need to take a shower
before doing anything else,"
I inform my mother as she unlocks
the door to our tiny, temporary
studio apartment of a home.

"That's what you teenagers get
for trying to wash your hair
with Chinese food," she laughed.

As I slipped into the bathroom
and out of my clothes I answered,
"That's not how it happened!"
I tried to brush my hair clumped together
with sweat and sweet and sour sauce
from last night's left over dinner on the road.

The brush couldn't get through
the mess so I let the water
have its way with my brunette locks
until finally the suds and conditioner
were able to work it out for me.

As the soap made its way
down my porcelain skin I ponder
why teenagers have to be so bold

and what I've gotten myself into
this time. When the sound of bottles
crashing from the shelf pulls me
from my thoughts I turn the water off
and pull on my Joe Boxer shorts and
the XXL T-shirt swallows my frail frame;
she asks if I still smell like fried rice.

"I hope not," I giggle and crawl into bed,
when we turn off the light the room
is filled with two words said by both of us
in unison and dreams of being a
mother myself someday fill my head.

~ Good night

Its so odd to visit the
garden of all out
secrets, where flowers
grow still. Lately,
its filled with an
unusual silence.

Not even the birds'
playful chatter fills
the space anymore.
Crazy squirrels race
through the courtyard,
even that is not
enough for the addict
of normality within
the soul of me.

Maybe if willing lovers
search for me here
they will walk away
before they are
close enough to see
all the excess baggage
you left me with.

I hate how you sit out on the dock in the late afternoon sun
with your canvass and paints. Stretching me and pulling me
for nothing but the pleasure of your latest muse. I hate
that you get to talk to the strangers fishing down the way
and the only people I have are the wooden planks you push me into.
And believe me they are horrible conversationalists.

You run after butterflies to match your paint to their wings
and softhearted blades of grass try to dry my tears. Darling,
I love you, I hate you, I love you but i don't love you anymore.
You get to live your life and manipulate me however you wish.

Only next time we play this little game of ours
you'll be my shadow
and I'll be your
master

As she packed her last bag and slung it over her shoulder
he whispered, " Won't you miss the zombie babies,
the sour apple kisses, the late night walks
through this ghost town you chose as home,
the pet ninja we named Sam, Hank and Mollie the dragons.
Darling, what about the robots and giants and leprechauns
we used to party with when we were young?
Can you really just leave all that behind
so effortlessly?"

There were tears in his eyes and she had never seen
him cry before, she pulled him close, " Thank you,
I had forgotten when I promised to remember not to forget
just as you couldn't forget to remember me. Thank you,
really, thank you but I have to go."

But how could she leave after being reminded of
something so important to the people she loves
the very most

This morning I found your note, the one that reads:

"I just want to curl up in some dark place
where no one can ever find me so I can
drown in crystalized sadness and crimson
painted secrets. That way I don't worry anyone
when a stranger walks into the hotel bathroom
to see that scene asking questions I'm not leaving
the answers to. Don't worry, I'll keep my promise
and love you until the ends of time and even after
Death himself dies, but this is just another one of
those things people just have to do. "

I'm not going to lie, that does sound like a good plan right now.

As you go walking past I have to ask
if you even saw the look on her face
when terrible things were words unsaid
that ate her away,
disobeying the hands of fate.
Your little Darling is growing up so fast
in a world so lost and you don't seem to do
a thing about it.

They are all animals out there,
it's a dog eat dog world out there.
That's what everyone says, well,
maybe not, but it's something like that.
Bitter, lonely, and above all depressing.
And as day break arrives you think it will
all be just fine you fed her and clothed her,
taught her how to bathe and listen authority.
But what good does it do
when she's not living her own life?

And when you see her finally having just a little fun,
satisfied just once, cuddled up close to someone
she loves you throw a fit and say she's too young.
But there's nothing happening, they are
right before your very eyes and everything
feels okay for once, but you
don't want it that way.

You want her to fear you because
you need the control.

And you care in front of people because
you have to or she goes away and so
does all your stupid power.

Don't worry, I know what's going on,
that's why I wrote this for you.

Hoping you'd see
it's all about me.

Don't tell me you love me - I know you don't...

I'm nothing special, these words mean nothing,
all I see is squiggles and dots in frail ebony
dashed across a vividly bland screen.

These works are true,
every single one - real to me,
real to some part of you...
somewhere too far deep to see.

Words do no good, voices linger but do no good
no one can hear them the way I mean.
Letters in a strand linked by only air
they land in delicately beautiful lines of nothingness.

Don't tell me you understand - I promise you don't...

Because at the moment, I'm lost, just lost,
at the second I don't know my own name
let alone the point of this.

Theres a pen in my hand,
I don't know how it got there.
My mouth is moving,
nothing is coming out though.
Somehow my hands can move - can write
but I don't remember how.

Don't tell me I'll be okay - you dont know okay...

The television went off
The children stopped in mid laugh
The mothers sat drinking lemonade
The fathers ran out of gas on their way home
The dogs crawled under the bed
The cats lept off the counter
The fire between us burned bright
You stood beside me and held tight
I kissed you and the world stood still,
as we danced in perfection

One dark and stormy night,
I was sitting in my room
all alone as usual,
when all of a sudden...

"Welcome to the end,
here is where the truth is revealed.
Where He is found,
and we will say our final farewells.

As we will part for the last time,
I hope you have learned the secrets.
I hope you are brave
I hope you are ready to learn the true story.

Please listen and listen well,
because once I finish
I will never speak again,
This will be the last "the end"

I won't repeat this,
and you must be warned,
you will cry,
You will be scared.

This is where
you come in
and now,
let us begin, the end."

Came from out of no where,
it was a deep scratchy voice.
Then the next thing I knew,
I was in the land of fiery pain.

I don't know what happened,
but this is the story
of my unexpected, long awaited
journey to the land of hell.

Our adventure started in 2011
with paper, pen, and an open mind
there were so many possibilities
and we started over again and again.

We had the world at our fingers
and anything we'd ever be able
to need. So we set off playing with
color that aroused too much emotion
and lines too bold to fade along
side stories too deep to write.

Time went by swiftly each draft
improving just a touch and the
ink blurred perfectly with the skin
and bloodied sweat that created
our prize winning formula.

Somehow we ended up here,
three years and a million pages
later with a work of Avarice as
the only thing we could proudly
display for the world to see.

So if these words find their way
to you, I just want you to know
that the beauty we became, the
artistry we created, and the way
we moved at every little bump in
the road shaped us. Molded us.

Resurrected us.

In a loving

ink drawing.

She's old fashioned, writes letters
and mails postcards long before
sending an email. She'd rather
hear you say it than to read it

on a screen so much bigger than
it should be. Drinks tea all day long
only sips on coffee when everything's
not right. I'd tell you how beautiful

she is but you wouldn't believe me
cause she's not stick thin and her
eyes shine more than her hair does.

She's old fashioned, her heart
belongs to you and she can't take
another shattering break so
please be careful with this one.

She's just not

like the others.

I couldn't tell you how long you were gone
or even why you decided to leave, but I can
say with certainty that even the shadows started
asking where you went. The walls wouldn't talk
about you but they started whispering all your songs
as Sleep settled in. And even though I couldn't
give you definitive time frames all of us know
without any doubts that you have been gone longer
than the universe existed without planets and
longer than dinosaurs have been extinct.

We know because your ghost moved in to the study
when the walls turned to glass and the waves
became nothing more than the memories of a memory.

Oh ***, I couldn't tell you how long it's been
since you left, but haven't you been gone
more than long enough?

You are so perfect

my innocent daemon

please be well

I love you

only ever always.

I will not break on your shore
but I will rise with the tide.

And I will be there
everyday
only I won't be there
ever.

You can have my soul
just not my heart
because soul break is less
likely than heart break
and even though it hurts
so much more it kills you
taking you away
from
everything.

And right now
that sounds good
to me.

It's not that I
won't love you
or that I can't
trust you,

I'm just not
going to hurt

anymore.

For anyone.

Ever.

Darling, listen to me please, I've only got
one week left to make a difference in this old town.
To pick a name to be remembered by and
do something worth remembering at all.
But I want you to know you've already got
a home in this broken, bleeding heart of mine,
a home completely unlike anything else
anyone could possible have. You look like
you are about to cry Darling.

Darling, listen to me please, this
is not the end, there's no reason to cry.

I'll see you again
someday.

I never meant to hurt you.

It's not you, it's me.
i love you. I'm sorry.

But that is what

everyone

says, isn't it, darling?

I am going to find myself,
and so are you.

Let's play a game,
if I win you are free
if you win I'll **** me.

I want you to wear
something colorful or crazy,
to laugh and smile
just for you to be happy.

Come on you can do it,
be happy with me
that's the game.

I am going to find myself
and so are you.

We will play a game,
and I know you will gain fame,
It's quite easy.

All you have to do
is dry the tears,
stop the worry
there's nothing to fear.

It's really fun,
once you get to see
you too can be happy.

I found myself,
the game is over.

Thank you for playing,
I hope you enjoyed it
did you find you?

And now whenever I visit
the little art museum down town
I go to the cafe overlooking
the ground floor gala and buy
a single black coffee

before climbing the rickety
stairs to the top floor. I sit by
the window, on the white ledge
where artist once set up
their easel to paint whatever
lovely interactions were happening
down below on the beautiful little street.
And I feel the sun coming in
through the glass gently
reminding me of the good
feelings around as I look across
the room at the people reacting
to the painting we love.

The painting hung crooked
(at the artist's request the
staff assures.) The painting of
a man's lips pressed to another's.

The painting that could be anything
but is surely something. The face
man is handsome with messy hair
and the other is featureless with
an interesting stare. There's no telling
who else that is, there's no promises of
a gender or point. It could be a liberal
statement allowing politicians to see
we should be able to love who we love
freely and equally. It could be a
philosophical representation of
finding ones' self.

It could be a moment the artist
remembered fondly and vaguely
or strangers they watched from
the same place I currently sit.

As I sit there in the warm glow of
the world losing myself in vivid colors
and design, I sip my coffee easily,
the way you taught me.

Wondering who else looks
at that canvass larger than
us all only to see themself
and someone
wonderful
they love.

I wish you could see the way
passers by stare every day;
Babe, I wish you knew
Just how everyone loves you.

You are beautiful and so fun
Cant you see your souls our sun.
When you laugh you sparkle and glow
You are amazing, dont you know?

Pretty girl wont you please smile
or simply sit and chat a while?
Everyone around here loves you
we all just wish you knew.

Butterflies every time I see you
But I really don't know what to do,
My soul giggles a little bit
With you and our frieds do I even fit??

I thought you really couldnt stand me
Now I guess its jealousy I see.
Am I even worth the time,
Arent I just worthless slime?

This is all so crazy in my eyes
I am used to pain, hurt, lies,
And I wonder how I got this
Almost kind of maybe bliss.

Let me just end this here,
I like you a lot my dear...

Wilting flowers stare from the desk,
Smiling faces lost their playful glow;
So many things cloud my mind,
Mostly questions with answers you should know.

Lately, it seems the light doesn't turn off
And the coffee just will not brew;
Sleep doesn't want me, I don't want it,
I just need a break from you.

I had you for a moment, in my arms,
When I turned around to help my family
You disappeared the way shadows do at night,
Still there, just playing me so foolishly.

Ever growing disappointment in love
Just does not feel right anymore;
You showed me pain, I found hope again,
Don't come back, ill only show you to the door

Cuts and scrapes
Colors and patterns
Stars and stripes
All make me who i am.

Dash of this
Pinch of that.

Look here
Awe there
Never see another
Just like me.

All born of
Flesh and blood,
Ash and stone...

Raised with rules,
Regulations, and schools.
Good and bad
Whats wrong or right.

But we all shine
Different in our
Own light.

I found mine
Among the earth,
Where is yours?

There's roses still in a prettily painted vase
sitting on my desk wilting away as they
cling to summer memories long gone.

After all summer came to her end
months ago when winter claims the lands
and froze the crashing waves as they
stood at sea waiting on us to return

once more.

Locked boxes fill the room each one
with something dead inside trying
to live again in the nostalgia tainted heart
of the collective soul you call "God".

And everybody needs you, no matter
what they say, I'm still pleading Time
to take me away. But when I get my wish
when Winter finally wins, I need you to
promise me one last thing,

Signs will be flashing and people will be
calling your name day after day and
all will say the same three words. Ignore them.

The exit is this way.

Didn't I call your name
before I got pulled in too deep?
Didn't I prove myself to you
when I saved that poor little boy?

"You did," A deep voice said,
"But it was your time.
You needed to leave that place
because you ruined my plans."

Oh I see, I messed your plans up
and you call yourself God?
Oh and why do you show up now
but I called your name for 12 long years?

"Well, yes," He spoke again,
"I couldn't do those things,
well, I could, however I felt
it was unnecessary, like you."

Wait, what? I was unnecessary,
yet I saved people and was good?
Wait, I was a mistake to you,
wasn't I? You never cared."

"I cared, just not for
the games you played.
I did not create you for
you to want to die," It continued.

Sir, with all due respect
it was your fault I did that.
Sir, with all due respect
I detest you now.

"No, my dear," He chuckled,
"You do not lothe me,
no, no that's not it at all,
I banish you to Hell."

Okay, do that if you must
I don't give a ****.
Okay? I'm done playing at this
I called on you a time too many.

"Please sweetie," The man added,
"Why can't you see,
I did what I had to do.
The rest was up to you."

Say whatever you want,
I'll gladly die again.
Say whatever makes you feel good
I'm not buying it.

Oh Darling,

don't you know
that the love
I have for you
is completely

u n l i k e

any other
in all of history?

I know you remember me still
by the way she cries and I know
you refuse to tell her why, afraid that
you might scare her away. You hold
her close at night and sing her the songs
you wrote for me pretending it's my smile
on her face and the chocolate in her eyes
has been replaced by my bluebells and
crashing waves.

I know you tried to move on
and haven't given up yet
because she is still there even though
we both know she's not your type and
this just isn't fair. You give her my names
and make up new reasons that just aren't there
but she believes you because it looks
like someone really loves her
and you are here forever.

I know you remember me by the way
she cries when you're not around
and we both know you still taste
my sour apple kisses in her tears.

I know you remember me by the way
she cries, and we all know you will still
even after Death dies.

I know you are used to
wasting precious things,
like time and money

as you waltz around
carelessly you stumble
through your loft
in New York, New York.

But elsewhere strangers
of a different life
smell your alcohol stained
breath as they try
to enjoy the stage.

They think the circus
is just fake - that
the clowns wipe the
make up away
at the night's end.

And the ring leader
screams "Happy Birthday!"
to a kid in the front row
with a huge grin.

The lions behave
because if they don't
they won't eat.

Elephants eat peanuts
and wear ridiculous hats
because they do
what has been asked

every time.

You've never left the
city, so you wouldn't
understand.

But if your worlds
were ever to collide
you'd be the biggest
waste of a ticket.

You'd be the clown
with the biggest shoes
and the most vivid
painted face.

And at first you'd be
like the audience,
you wouldn't believe
any of it.

But soon

soon you would
learn just how real
it all is. . .

My definition is:

knowing
a person
and knowing
they can

make you laugh
when you dont want
to smile

or smile
when you dont want
to breathe.

Love to me is

when
you want the best
for someone
no matter
what the cost.

When heartbreak
becomes soulbreak
because they aren't around

or because
you know the pain
they encounter.

Its when
you are both
your own person

but can be
someone amazing
and extraordinary
as one

when you
are
together

"Bring on the rain, if you feel
you must. I stopped believing
in you a long time ago. The monster
is you, not me the mere mortal
in your pittiful little book. Walk away,
if you can't keep an open mind!
Be someone decent if you're going to
have them all call you 'God', especially
when you don't deserve it,
in your bitter haste to judge us all.
No longer the apples in your own eye,
so bring on the rain, if you feel
you must! It would be such a sweet
lullaby at your own final night! You
don't deserve to reign if you
can't take a little rain."

Screams
the ******* the street corner known
for singing the lonely ballad of the forgotten
to all who dare walk by. What happened to you,
my fallen angel and when did anyone get the idea
it was alright to trample the flower just
because she was small enough
to be forgotten
again...