these words
once so tightly knit together
will randomly start to fall
not to get it off my chest
but instead to draw

a black tear
on white face
will not do...

sewing your lips shut
to get the best of you
she'll try to take the beauty from the verse
call it hers
change your prose to lack worth

and  honestly im too caught up
fighting the words to be bothered
especially with your...

MASQUERADE

said the mime with a wink
"I always preferred charades"
as Houdini taught him
how to unshackle
but she could never teach him how
to breathe out of his mouth

and so he drowned
and she called it silencing poetry
her greatest escape yet

My eyes
are burning right now
but the tears are empty inside

fragile as glass
they hit my cheek and they shatter
into a million diamonds,

WHY?
must you always be the thorn that's
painfully, stuck in, my side?

and WHY?
must you always betray me
and promise me that you are shy

or I should say innocent
is there ever an end to the

argument of the hemorrhage
the hemorrhage of
"I'm sorry I lied"

I NEVER WANNA HEAR YOU AGAIN!
HEAR YOU SAY "SORRY I LIED!"

and now that I know who
you've changed me to
inside

these shards of glass forever lost,
haunt my wounds in my skin,
and the deeper they sink
the more they confirm
its your pride.

to add insult to injury
they make me able to feel

however its only temporary
some would even call it
some-times

while my "face" is  left bleeding at the thought of how
carefully designed
the thought itself is
to remind me how

this is metacommunication,
but i know you dont believe me,
it really wasn't up to me,
and you'll never leave me

I swear it wasn't me!
I swear it wasn't me!
I swear it wasn't me!
I swear it was
all
up
to
my
MIND!

MIND!

MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!

but i tried
and my heart will break and subside,
pouring and/or spilling like acid
I swear

it's just like
the red sea
except a crimson river
filled with sin
parted way way back,
since biblical times.

and you my dear
will forever be
men-a-cing
menacing
a thorn in my side

forever a scar in the memory of
forever a scar in the memory of my mind
repeated over again so as to make sure that
I will never find

that the real reason why
I can never decide
is because you never wanted me to

you only wanted happiness however,

and as you walked away you said, "I'm sorry to you"
you said, "I'm sorry i lied...
we could spend forever pointing fingers
ending up with nothing every single time
you said two wrongs will never make a right"

but there's no such thing as right and wrong
there's only how you feel inside

you said, "I'm sorry i lied... I'm sorry you  cried
its just that
I forgot to mention this one little aspect
where i only care about me..

myself...


and I.

I!!!!!!

I!!!!!!

ME!, MYSELF!, AND I!!!!!!!!!

There was once an explorer, with one thing on his mind
He searched through a sea of sand, time after time
Ever looking for his treasure divine

He seemed to have one thing on his mind
Ever looking for his treasure divine
And repetition awoke his blind
Rest your soul, the chest he did find
Though still emptyhanded, there was nothing inside