I'm blind, he speaks his mind
I'm mute about his mind as he
claims that I'll deceive,
I'll dearly deceive
as the close of this is what I really want

I'm blind, he speaks his mind
with branches and brambles
and utterings
we'll quiet him
I dream that it is finished

cut the lesions, stand up with your joints
solely heave the streaks to recent motion
I dream that the gossamer would shelter me
my ruthless teeth shield only one

-c.j.

ill be the razor if you be the wrist
you always cut me down
time for alittle switch
ill be the needle if you be the vein
ill be the one to bury your remains
ill be the braker if you'll be the heart
i refuse to let you continue ripping me apart.
i wanna make you feel the way i did when u left.
i wanna make you scream my name at the top of your lungs begging me to let you live.
when u left me i was slowly dying,
now i only want is to hurt you.
i don't wanna see you smile i wanna see you cry.
you know i hope you die.

It's 12:37 in the morning
and as a new day is a little more than half way though it's first hour of existence
the rain starts to drop.

It's said that each storm begins with only a single drop.
But that can't be true because as I'm lying here,
the abundance of rain drops all crashing down at once
couldn't have begun with
just one falling all alone.

Most don't understand my love for rain.
They say the rain is too grey and
too cold.  
But rain brings life.
But rain brings peace.
But rain brings rest.

It's now 12:49 and the day has almost made it through
the first hour.
The rain celebrates with
the young life of this new day by giving the flowers a reason to still bloom,
even though the sun has scorched them,
this downpour allows them to live another day
giving beauty in an world that's undeserving.
It gives peace to those who have been haunted by the silence,
the stillness of the humid evening.
It gives rest to me
when last night's sleep was so difficult to hold on to
and waking with the sun was frustratingly impossible.

It's 1:04 in the morning
and as a new day is only a few minutes through it's second hour of existence,
the rain ceases to drop.

I called her Duchess.
and I called the other one Sweet.
The third was too dry, so I called her Meat.
Three different rooms, they wasted the space,
i brought them food, and sometimes things with lace.
I gave them purpose, I loved those *****.
without me, they'd be on the street unloved.
I love them
they love me
**then why did they leave

It says everything
I wish It'd shut up
I would wear another
But alas I may not
Due to employee Contracts.

A

Ha silly
How benign
You do appear
But it's not true
You are quite savage
Too bad for those
Who knew too little.

Im a tired
******* of bones

And
Im also born to lose

But everybody
Wants to win
I hear it on
The radio and the news

And its sometimes fun
To love people
When you get
Apathy
Or comtempt
In return