Maybe someone will notice me.
In the way I want.
Someday someone will notice me,
More than naught.
Maybe I won't feel lonely,
Inside my shell,
Someday I won't feel lonely,
Inside my hell.
Maybe I will die,
By my own hand,
Someday I will die,
Don't you understand?
Maybe it will get better,
Than it is today,
Someday it will get better
Or so they say.
Maybe I won't get bad,
Like I was before,
Someday I won't get,
A face in the door.
Maybe someday starts today.
Where I will feel well
Someday...maybe
I'll escape Hell.

This should be a common theme
of your life
should be funnier than some *****-nilly,
silly little meme. (Mee-m)
It should be more inspirational than the battle cry from Brave Heart.
It should be more touching than the spiel from Charlie Chaplin's speech.
It should be more than just a little mantra you repeat in your car,
this should be more rewarding than Tiger Woods winning by par.

You get knocked down?
Get back up.
You get pushed?
Time to shove back.
You think they'll give you a quarter,
or a penny for your thought?
Make it worth so much more,
because the next place that you'll show them, is straight out the door.
Because I know,
life's rough, take it from me,
in fact don't even, if you haven't by now, then you will, you see.

And when that time came,
or comes back around,
you better think back to these words here,
and get ready for the rebound.
If you've waited for New Years to come back,
then you're already way
way
off track.
Get into shape, starting today,
do what needs doing, no time to delay.
You can sleep when you're dead, they say,
well let it be, be as it may,
so work hard,
then harder still.
Show that you're tough,
not afraid to fight,
better hold on, cause it's gonna get rough,
they got you all wrong, time to show them who's right.

You ready now?
You're not alone, we're with you 100 per cent.
Don't wait for an extra shove, shove yourself back up, time to make
a special little dent.

Are you ready now, my friend?
Are you ready. To Try Again?
Again?
And Again?

I'll pray for you, and stand by you, all the way.
Even until the end.
Go get'em.

In our graceful gray
I searched for entity golden.
You summoned me
with a silver smile

and a fervor lit so close,
****** vapors threatened to ignite
the embers which teased my core,

singeing a trail of teeny
hairs.

I inhaled your
exhale;

***
curled around my tongue
like smoke

She's dark, yet
moonlight glows
inside her soft-eyes
& despite her
tragic-aura,
I still want
her blackness,
to taste her magic,
to kiss
the devil inside her.

Build me with frostbite covering my heart, build me with a snowflake constantly falling from the roof of my mouth, build her with an addiction for cold weather. Let every person I miss for the next 20 years smear a dab of daylight on my sternum, let me lick my canyon deep wounds with the honeycomb tucked in between your teeth.
I want to stick a panic room underneath the chalices in my palms so they aren't so timid once I hear you talk about wearing Sunday clothes when you had your first beer.
I want the next girl I kiss to have lips like daylight and her hands to be warm, her legs to be every Summer that lasted just the right amount of time, build me with gunslinger fingertips that touch and touch and touch and stay steady, build my footsteps with the sounds of a rainstorm knocking it's fingers on the ground of an empty parking lot, build her out of prayers for a flood.
If I didn't bruise so easily, if I wasn't looking for a way to be made of a river, if I needed the silence to mean something, then I would ask you to build me out of quiet revenge and goodbyes that stick in your sides like tree branches, I would need you to build me out of reasons to believe instead of reasons to be afraid, I would turn my kneecaps into strawberries in exchange for potter's hands so I could mold you a bulletproof spirit. I want to spend the rest of my life watching the clouds, I want to have a voice as steady an oak tree and I want to see the sun cry rays of light so hard that it has nothing left in it but happiness and tugs the sky so tightly it turns purple.
We are nothing but a list of demands.