e is for every time i can't figure you out
n is for not giving up on me
i is for i have wasted so much time ignoring you
g belongs to you since you are my God
m is for you are also my true love
a is for all the times we spent together and i still can't figure you out

In the other world, I am still a girl.
My father is still my father,
And my mother is my mother,
And my brother, my brother.
We all go to church and serve happily,
And have frequent dinners together.

In the other world, I have friends I grew up with.
And I'm allowed to cry, and laugh, and scream.
And jump on the bed.
And have a dog. Or two.

In the other world, I am a straight A student.
I am also an artist, a writer, a musician, an athlete.
I am mild tempered, and am not afraid to love people sincerely.
I am easy-going, patient, kind in the other world. I promise.

In the other world, I dream.
I am allowed to think, express, hope for, without being "unrealistic."
I can stretch my mind to its limits over and over again.
I get to travel the world, and all I see, I savour.
And I get lost in the other other worlds of my own.

In the other world, I am free.
I am not neck-deep in wishful thinking.
I don't have to be chained to your hand,
And write pieces of crap like this in secret.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.