My heart is probably almost black
Who knows who to blame for that
Yet I still rised aboved it.

Scream my name
And little me couldn't imagine it.
She's pointing at a lose by 5
And then I won

I'm not as famous,
But still
I have nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid like
She was.

There is a hole
Where there ought to be more.
One huge fishbowl

I often relate to the glorified
punch-bowl

You can find me anywhere.
At your average party.
I'm just jungle-juice.

Everyone, hear hear.
Take a scoop of my soul
It's just liquid love

In fact, it's free for the taking
So please,
Give it a squeeze.

Try it.
You might even like it.

One huge alcofall
It's a bit of a saccharine
Taste.

It fades and the seconds we take
Are revolting.
But so rewarding.

Sometimes something will
Set off a memory
I'd buried deep inside of me.

It could be a random cologne
In the grocery store
Or a little noise that ticks me
The wrong way.

And when I start to consider it
Turning the memory
Over in my mind
The love of my life
Will break the spell

"You've got your crazy eyes"

And I blink once, no twice
Before I come back to reality

I smile at his Leery face
And shake my head
Burying the anger and frustration below

"Sorry, just remembered something."
I guess I have a special smile for this
One that he recognises
But I don't.

Because he just stares for a moment longer
Searching
Before he nods and holds my hand.

When I was little,
I was quiet and,
I towed the line.

But now I realise
a little too late
That I'm a natural.

I tow the line,
Ignoring what you've thrown
No matter how much it
Hurts or takes from me.

I'll tow the line.
It's what I was taught.
but I don't think this is what they meant

You can be high,
I'll be low.
I'll tow the line.

It's going to be finished,
The project will be completed.
perfectly.

Because no matter what it takes,
I will tow the line.

I can't
Seem to settle
For less.

Smite. Fight.
I find myself angry at me.
I hope you're happy.
This thought strikes me often-
I want to crucify you.

Well done.

You've forced me to resort to relying on my old self.

I sincerely hope you've achieved the effect you wanted.

You know?
I've mapped out every situation
In which my life
Could end.

From work,
To class,
To daily tasks,
I've thought upon it.

The easiest time to
Off me
So to speak,
Would be those last few days
Between Christmas and New Years.

But even in those,
Your odds are worse
Than you might have thought.

For you see,
I might not look it.
But, I have persons
Depending on me.

In fact, nearly every
Second
Of every day.

I am either
Responding to emails
Or
Responding to calls.

Yes. Its funny, when you think about it.
But if I went missing
Approximately, 211 people would fall.
[Not including the dog)

Yes.
She might be annoying.
But shes incredibly In tune
To me.

When I whimper,
She cries.
When I scream,
She whines.

Yes, it's rather funny.
You see?
But if I went missing,

In fact the moment
I stopped breathing,

I'm pretty sure,
That my mum
Would somehow know.

So then,
Yes.
Its rather funny, isn't it?
If I disappeared for
Only a moment

Not only two
But three individuals
Would search for me.
(Not including the dog.)

Black or white
The rivers have had their fun

They've finally done it.
Your countrys waters are murky.

They have torn it all asunder.
Muddling the waters with red
Poisonous elements to ensure
You are blind.

Child or not
I am blind too.

I wish I weren't.
I wish I was removed.
I had enough of the bloodshed for
Race and religion in Yugoslavia.

Your words will turn empty
They will fail on the deaf
Fall off the angry shields
And fists.
They always do.

But
Maybe you'll be the lucky ones
Maybe the system you fight for support
Will actually turn around for you.

I wish I could be Switzerland
I wish I'd never come to the U.S.
People here are just as terrifying
As they were at home over 20 years ago.

But I'm not a child anymore
So I can't use that excuse not to be involved
But, I'm scared.

I wish I could just go home instead.
Witnessing the history of violence
Taught me that it doesn't solve
It only angers more and more and more.

When you're feeling down
Like you're living
Inside dust and dirt

When you feel heavy
Like you're heaving
The brunt of everyone else's
Pain and sadness, their business

All you need to remember
Is that I'll grab your hand
And we'll rise up
Through the dust and pain and dirt

We'll claim the throne
You and I
All for one and
One for all

I'll grab your hand
And catapult you
To the surface

I'll pull you up
By the sweat of my brow
To claim your rightful throne

I promise.
Not because I'll gain
By it.

But because,
I promise
You deserve it.

I wait for you to see what you've done.  
I wait for you to speak.
You do.

But you don't acknowledge me.

You go at your own leisure,
Don't you?

I am blinded.
I scream, and shout.

But I only destroy what was.

I can't take the reins,
But I can no longer wait.

I know that I do not walk alone.
There are so many people
That have walked alongside me
these past years.

But I also know that
each step I take
is on hallowed dirt.

My heavy feet strut
upon the heads of freshly
laid corpses.

They are the bodies  
of those that felt the
need to sacrifice for me.

Weary backs carry me
thru the fog.
Gnarled oaken fingers point
towards my goal.  

And away I go
Plodding atop legs
which once leapt
bounds around me.

It's true,
He is my rescue.

He is my
Life boat
Fighting the currents
Refusing to let me drown.

I might be
Catatonic.
But.

He won't let me drown.
An oar in hand,
Each splash could be
His last.

But.

I know he'd fight each wave
To his very last breath

Sea water
Fists
Or bullets

He doesn't care
What it takes.
He'd fight until
The last beat of his heart.

It's true.
He would.
Just for me.

So this is our first tree!
Its the most scrawny and skinny thing
I've ever seen.

But It's lovely as can be.
To me.
Especially with an ornament for all three.

When we flicked on those lights
I might have said I felt a bit of delight.

Forgive me for rhyming,
We just happened to do this
At about 4AM this Saturday.

I'm a little sleep deprived.
But that's actually normal for me.

What's not normal,
Is that he turned
The lights on
This past Sunday.

And slept with them
Ever since

I guess that's love for you.

I told my boyfriend,
Just in passing,
I didn't think much of it at the time

Of a genuius move I'd come up with
On the fly

The tactic is:

When being chased by one
Who wants to do you harm
And you didn't exactly dress for a chase

Let your chaser get close-
But, only for a second
Then stop.

Calmly remove your shoes.
Pick them up.
Wait for your chaser to notice
Wait for him to back-track

And ****** take off
Run your heart out-
With your shoes safely tucked.

My boyfriend actually asked
If I'd outran them with my tactics
And I genuinely chuckled

I didn't think about it, to be honest.
Of course I did
How else could I be here
On the couch with you
With a dog that is serious about
Covering every bit of my torso with her body

I realise I've been in a gloom, a fog you can't lift.
I apparently won't let you, especially as I slept.

I seemed to have worn my own experiences, feelings, injuries-I thought I wore them like a badge of what I've overcome.

I was wrong.
I'm sorry that when you stopped me from bashing my head on a nightstand,
I repaid you in not only attempting to claw your eyes out,
But also the thrashing about, kicking you in your intimates.
I am especially sorry for wrapping my hands around your throat and trying to choke you.

You see, this you that I know and love and find comfort in.
He does not suddenly appear to save me from what has already happened to me.
I was out of options then.
Fight or flight, those were it.
And I picked fight.

Each night it seems I lose and I feel worse in the day.
I tried to stop him,
I kicked
I clawed
I even, actually, attempted to choke him,
But my hands were too small.

I was too small.
I feel powerless.

So now, consciously I make due with the cards I've been dealt.
I have no passion.
No fight.
I once walked through the fire. willingly and yet,
I feel nothing. I see the emotion. I mimic it.
But I am hollow now.
I have nothing anymore, lately.

So please, give me something to sing about.

This one starts a little...
Strange.

One night,
I was washing my car,
Just getting rid of the pollen
And self-pity I had suppressed
For 3 weeks of quarantine

I'd just picked up the hose,
Just to wash off the dirt, the impurities
When my dog gave a quiet warning

I paused, holding a running hose
She didn't often give these
Except to me

Only to me
When she couldn't reach me
And she was worried for me

So of course I glanced at her
And she looked, exasperated
At best.

Like she couldn't believe
She'd ever considered the possibility
That I could be out in the dark by myself

But when I turned,
I couldn't see anything.
It was too dark.

But,
She could and she barked

So,
I turned again and spotted
A hint of light in our neighbours doorway
Just across the street

Somehow I felt eyes on me
And I let my light go out
Not without noticing that she was just as

Exasperated as before
Like a mother that couldn't believe
Her kid just tried to lick the wall, again

I casually turned off the water in the dark
And started up the stairs when she barked
The hair stood up on my arms.

It wasn't playful, it wasn't nice.
It was a warning, either to me or others, I didn't know
But she was about to jump the fence
And I knew her instincts well enough
that it wouldn't be good.

But then my partner opened the back door
Checking on me as I stepped onto the back porch
And she herded me indoors,
Granting a few glances across the street.

Somehow, I didn't find myself wallowing
In self-pity anymore.
I genuinely forgot a whole 3 weeks of it.

Instead I focused on the fact that my own dog
Had not only alerted me
But that shed somehow alerted my partner
While shuffling me inside with a chiding look.

Leave us alone,
God
Why can't you take a slap to the desk?

Yes, I said
Leave us alone
You hounding *******

So your parents didn't give you attention
So you got attached to my boyfriend
(way back when)

I don't care.

You know what's funny?
I used to feel sorry for you.
I used to feel the need to bend to your will
Because I felt bad for you.

No, he didn't cheat on you.
Let it go
No, he most definitely did not use me to cheat on you.
Let it the **** go

It ***** you decided to cheat on your new
Boyfriend.
It does. You're an awful human being.
But guess what?

It's not my ******* problem.
Mind your own, for once and stop trying to make my life difficult.

I watch and I learn.

I learn I can help
I learn I can hurt

But I don't want to.
At all.
Unless you deserve it.

Drunkard.

I have developed a sense of self
That is solid.
It is dense.

Packed with years of
Abuse-not by my parents
But by people I willingly
Chose to surround myself with.

My sense of self
Is strong
It cannot be attacked.

But I often wonder if it is
Wrong.

I like to think
That my hair
Is made of strands of hay
And cotton

Woven together beautifully
To form a bit of spun
Gold

I like to think
That my eyes
Are made of chestnuts
And moss

Pruned with tender loving care
To form a
Masterpiece of living beauty

Reflected Back with a
Curious gaze at you

I like to think
My lips were carefully painted
By God
To be a daunting
Ruby red.

But I know I am
Paled
I know I am greeted now
Dulled

No one wants used clothing
These days anyhow.

I swear I'm not some
Sort of Mega-mind
Replica.

I'm neither the anti-hero
Nor the Hero
I am merely an extra.
A set piece, if you will.

I just have eyes
I just have an abnormal brain.
I just understand patterns.

I think that's why I've always
Had so many issues with
Symmetry.

You see, patterns
Make up life.
Humans are habitual patterners.

We like to shop at the grocery store.
We enjoy taking familiar streets.
We love seeing the same things everyday.

I'm not saying I take advantage
Of this.
I do it too.

I'm just saying
Our habits
Make it easier for me to
Understand us.

I'll make the same mistake as you
I'll f-k you over and over and over
And expect all of zero consequences

I actually hate to tell you this,
That is how it works with me.

Girlie

Compared to the fantasies that
You seem to be fond
Of spreading about me
When you're not spreading fantastical
And utterly impossible rumours
About me.

Why?
I might be arrogant
Or wise
Depending on your point of view.

Maybe it's because I was making terrible
Mistakes before you knew
Armpit from ***

Maybe it's because I was dating
Before you could
Spell your ABCs

Girlie

I won't let him go.
Y'know?

He says I'm a stubborn ***
And I tell him those are the same things

Fact is that,
We're the same age.
We're of the same understanding.

You were just a little too,
Well.
I guess, little.

Sorry.
Just be happy that
You're young
You're innocent

You might think you're broken
But I promise you're not.
I promise I'll fight to keep you
The same as I once was.

Young.
Innocent.

He just happened to be
The same age
The same amount
Of broken and betrayed
As me.



If it'd make you feel better
I can fix him
And **** me
And then you can have him

But, only after I'm gone.
Girlie.

She scares me
Because I see so much
Of me in her.

So much of the
Broken and disheartened
Me within her

But then I remember
She didn't have to
Make excuses for her
Black eye at work.

Shes a fake.

She brandished
Copies. Fake plastic pieces
As a weapon against me.

Parading a cloak make of
All the cracks my heart felt
When my skull splintered
On a concrete kerb.

But she still scares me.
Because if she came to
My own wedding

I don't know if I could
Summon the anger to
Toss her out.

She's scary because
She pretends.
So well, that I almost believed
Her story

Until I realised it was mine
She stole it
She stole it and tried to pretend
My saviour was the cause
Of her collapse

I'm not going to lie.
She scares me.
She's not a psychopath.
She lacks an anti-social disorder.

She scares me because
She simply means to
Destroy me.

Let's try a hint of bluntness
Honesty.

When I was little
I didn't know
That the Redskins name
Was wrong.

No one taught me.
I knew it sounded weird
But not for anything heartwarming-
I thought more about cannibals
Wearing someone else's skin
Than about racial discrimination.

I wasn't able to pinpoint