Simple attraction, you make it seem.
What exactly draws you in so deep?
Is it the way their words get lost in your mind?
Is it the way they make you feel alive?
That euphoric, never fading feeling after they depart.

The way every feeling consumes you when they're near.
The way they make your world spin, you can't get enough.
Push through all the odds, just to feel some luck.
You're made to feel dangerous, you love the rush.

Gives chills down your spine,
Cold to the bone,
Heart made of stone,
but this isn't complex you say?

Imagine looking into a mirror,
do you see yourself,
or see them looking back at you,
staring eye-to-eye
tension holds inside you,
concealing your real feelings to feel them over your skin again.

It's fine
I mean it when I say,
That everything's fine
Even if I'm slowly losing my mind
I'm fine
You can believe me or not
But I'd like to say one more time
That I'm fine

It's right
Nothing better than this
Optimistic lunacy
In the face of cold misery
Dead friends
While they drink themselves to life
Smiles ten miles wide
But I know that it's alright

Break backs
Trying make them take me back
Send love but it's never enough
I guess I'm alright with that
Send notes
Written in calligraphy
All the words read perfectly
Crying out to come back to me

I'm fine
Please believe me when I lie
Straight to your worried eye
That I will be just fine
Take time
I smile when I hear the words
Please, say that you're alright
Even when I don't know what it's like

My demons follow me;
In my sleep,
In my head,
In my past,
And my future.
Am I known for my past?
I understand it was bad and I was
Moving to fast,
But as I turn around and start
Moving slow;
Am I recognized as the clown…
Of the show?
I feel like a homeless person
Getting rich.
Crying to myself at night
Because my problems are
Getting thick;
Which all turns out to me
Being a b..ch to everybody
Else,
Then afterwards I say sorry,
Because it wasn’t the real me,
It was just my stress that
Took over.
I’m pulling off the leaves of
A few four leaf clovers,
Just to get lucky or
Recognized for a one hit
Wonder.
I drop down to my knees,
And try to pray away my
Thunders,
But the more I try the harder
The rain,
The more I pray;
The dirtier my knees.
The harder I strive;
The louder my pleads.
The more positive things I try to feel;
The redder I bleed;
Of recognition and a pat
On the back,
Love or something,
But I just get lack;
Of claps and smiles.
I guess love in my past
Just wasn’t my style.
Am I recognized as my past in
This present?
The things that I feel isn’t
Pleasant;
For one human
Stressin’.
Its indescribable
And feel unrealistic.
I’m breaking every bone
In my back just to get some
Recognition.
I’m bursting every vain in my neck,
Just to get a pair of eyes to
See;
But I’m walking quiet in the
Storm,
Washing my tears away remembering
Where I grew up;
And living hard and rough.
I remember not caring,
And hurting my people,
But my present time is here.
Am I made equal?
I’m growing sadder and sadder.
My chest grows heavier and heavier.
My mind is over thinking;
And floods out with my
Thoughts.
I’m choking myself with
My own
Faults.
I’m wheezing helpless,
And emotional with scratch marks
All over my body,
From scratching and itching;
Just for a little
Recognition.





-Marci H.

This is just a few words of a sinner
Not now or a beginner,
Fulfilling with anger,
And in need of a healing
Finger.



-Marci H.