With her heart on her sleeve
there's no turning back.
She locks it away
and she tries not to grieve.

She blends in around
and she soon becomes lost
until she sees a boy
with a familiar sounds.

A sleeve for his heart?
Wasn't that strange?
She had been like that,
she pulled hers apart.

She watched as he struggled
to keep his attached.
But the world kept pulling
and the heart was smuggled.

He took his box and she followed him home.
She stared and she watched
as he opened the box
and pulled out a large stone.

His heart was gone,
his sleeve was so bare!
He screamed and shouted
he cried, but not for long.

The girl had run home
and fetched her own box.
She knocked on his door
and was no longer alone.

He didn't have his
and she didn't want hers
so she gave it away
and that's how it is.

With their hearts on their sleeves,
this girl and this boy
live together forever
or so it would seem...

A bleak motive, turning in a black backwards motion.
Fluent in rushing, pursuant in the crushing.
Ebony wood, the serenity compared to the knife.
A stifling recollection, within the house of corrections.
Was it a natural selection, gazing within the angel's reflection?
Garbed in white, and in her conviction.

A change of direction, now...

The resurrection of our mutual affection,
Was it over protection, or was it just mental rejection?
The pain was only an imperfection, built within all our disconnection.
My sense of direction gone within your vertical selection,
left with words- sharp like a needle;
sticking an intravenous injections.

So, should I offer my protection? Moments, within sight of the point of intersection?

No, keep on...
Keep on spreading the **rejection infection.

Through eternal sleep he creeps,
On your heart his mark he leaves;
Seeping dark into your veins
His gentle call will permeate your grave.

From his sweet whisper
Your eyes, they will flutter
And with one sweet touch
Darling, you wont be sleeping much either.

So, dear children
Listen to me now,
For the man dressed in black
Is indeed on the prowl.

You cant hide
And you cant run;
Not from The Necromancer,
Not when he's done.

let it burn you to your core
fill your glasses to the brim
celebrate this life you have
knowledge is not giving in
everyone got something to hide
is your problem worse then that
are you suffering from me
or is it you that you despise
curse me **** me hate me
doesn't matter in the slightest
to only live for your desire
power is a game of liars
and i am the worst of all
because i truly believe
but my faith follows no one
just the world that i live in
because i am not really here
just a fire burning softly in the wind
which can not be put out
cause i was never alive

While out walking with my girlies

Felt a feeling in my curlies

No need to say just what

Had made that feeling in my ....(nether regions shall be used here....but feel free to rhyme away)

I ran into the nearest store

I knew what I was looking for

No need now to name the brand

You'll all know later where I stand

It's obvious who came to visit

You never really want to miss it

Unless you're trying for a kid

Then everyone knows what you did

No need now to be so coarse

But later riding on a horse

I felt a sudden urge to swim

It came to me just on a whim

So off I went out to the pool

Standing there just like a fool

My Esther Williams gene arrived

And on the count of three....I dived

I was great, I did astound

Thankfully..no sharks around

But as I finished in the water

I thought...well now I think I oughta...

Go out running for a while

In four minutes I'd done a mile

Incredibly, I had a feeling

For a cup of good Darjeeling

So I took a small time out

Before I had a boxing bout

Now, this I thought I'd never done

But then again, it could be fun

I was surprised, for I'm quite meek

I only hoped I didn't leak

Remeber when this whole thing started

It wasn't cause I thought I'd farted

Now, truth be told I cannot lie

I'd never give these things a try

But on tv....I saw an ad

And women do these with their pad

So, Playtex is the brand I like

And now I'm off to ride my bike!!!

So slap one on to be athletic

Then you won't be so pathetic

Buy one box and get two free

Playtex is the brand for me!!!

There just isn't enough febreeze
to rid the room of the haze
Of a dog ****, strong and silent
It kind of puts you in a daze

It kind of sneaks in, then it hits you
An olfactory h-bomb in your face
Meanwhile, he just lies there
He's wiped the room with **** mace

There is no middle ground here
They always smell like something died
Like he caught a squirrel in the garden
Now, it's rotting his insides

Dog farts, are a weapon
That our army has not used
In fact I told them in a letter
In their reply, they were amused

"We've tried to duplicate it"
"A killer weapon... stops the heart"
"But, our scientists just aren't able"
"To reproduce a strong dog ****"

"Thank you for your consideration"
"We'll let you know, if we succeed"
"We agree with your kind letter"
"dog farts escape and then they breed"

Sometimes when a dog farts
It makes a noise, he turns around
"my god, I smell incredible"
is the look comes from my hound

So, if you've never smelled a dog ****
And your dog just sneaks one out
Do yourself a favour
Do not feed him brussel sprouts.

I need to let it go
But how can I
It MADE me who I am
Its the past
Its my past
But I wont let it ruin my future

It ruined my present already
Why did it happen to me
What did I do to deserve this
Its the past
Sadly it cant be forgotten
I will never forgive

Its my life
Its the past
My unholy past
My unforgiving past
Its the past
And i dont want to remember anymore

Clear my memory
Just end my life
This past is haunting
Like the demons in my dreams
Someone help me let go of the past
Because i wont be able to let go

It made me
It kept me alive
Its the past
That saved me
That ruined me
The part of me you will never know

Just like my heart...blank
Just like my soul...empty
A blank page poem
A mirror image of myself
I hope your happy now
This is what you did to me