You've got a beautiful heart
And a beautiful mind
But your beautiful face
You'll have to see in time

As strong as an anchor
As gentle as a feather
When you're with me
I can withstand any weather

The faith you put in me
Must now you withdraw
Have faith in yourself
I have all along

Now use your beautiful heart
And use your beautiful mind
There are far better things ahead
Than any you leave behind.

Which was worse?
Hurting you or hurting me?
Hurting you would hurt me
And hurting me would hurt you

You can't stay even though I need you
And I can't let you go
because I need you

It's a constant battle
between letting you go
And do what you need
And keeping me alive

If you won't love me
The way that I will love you
I will set you free

don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

I'm alive
I want to die
I hope you're happy
I hope you cry when I'm gone
I smile all the time
My smile is fake
I have so many friends
I have so many blades
I have a family
They hate me
I don't need help*
I need saving

You fell for the girl
with a travelers heart
who's eyes mimic
the worlds most vibrant art.

You loved the girl
with marks on her skin
like permanent kisses
from the places she's been.

You held the girl
with songs in her soul
which she learned from experiences
you'll never know.

You were angered by the girl
who left you alone
'cause the need for adventure
was etched in her bones.

-ARI

When I was six
My sister had told me
"I have a bone to pick with you"

It was the first time
I'd heard the phrase
And I was in trouble

And so many years later
I've decided that

If I counted up
All the bones I have to pick
I'd break every bone in your body