I hate you because you let me go
I hate you because you put me last
I hate you because nostalgia attracted us
and brought us together way too fast.

I hate you because you stole my heart
I hate you because you broke it
I hate you because you were always right
no matter which way I tried to spin ****.

I hate you because I have nothing left but hate
I hate you because I'm angry
I hate you because the mirror won't lie
and...just one time...defend me

The truth is I don't hate you at all
but my heart is infected by sadness
I should've shared my feelings with you
now my mind is infected with madness.

peel the bandage back
beg for cleansing
beg for mercy
beg for attention,
but you shy away from the sting

The violin used to play for you,
but strings once stretched
dangle now
broken and frayed
as your left afraid of your own face

Your shaking shadow tip toes around you
where everyone can see
not you
not now
not even as the ground trembles
underneath your timid toes

It's not a devil that stalks you
it's not some shapeless, wispy ghost
that floats
behind you and makes your hair stand up
It's tangible truth tickling your comfort
and freezing out your warm spot

She is a monster that does not hide
She walks your path with you
waiting
plotting
excited for the day you turn around and look
in the mirror so that she can devour you

Bad
Good
Bad
Good
Bad
Good
I stabbed the ****** in its throat
And wrote
My own version of good!

Tick tock
went the clock
on the wall
Eat a fat ****,
father time!
You ain't no
father of mine!

God gave you a book?
Well, he gave me my mind,
And it constantly reminds me
to take another look!

Oh!  Here's your clock back homie.
I don't need it anymore.
Smash the things that bind you....

Brightly colored sky
blinding kindly through a ***** windshield
Warm hands contrast the cool night air
Soft and soothing
Gently smoothing away all the rough edges of me

Driving into the sun and surf and quiet
The sleepy salty sand dunes cast dancing shadows
against an indian summer night
My melting mind is rarely quelled, but quiet tonight
A welcomed brake from a broken week

Smiles
laughs
and good company go well with friendly photos
A marsh bird flies and rolls the credits
while the others gather for the night's jovial laughter

But me?
I drive home alone
smiling still somehow with a sense of hope
that all will end well....

A shell
A husk tossed into the drift
Discarded and left to float
All alone in a sea of cold breakers

The insides were ablaze once,
Now burnt to cinders.
You'd never know that there was once a glow there
A spark
A heart
And now bled out
And dried up
That which was not eaten by the wolves
Or ****** up by maggots

Even the great ocean cannot quell
The anxious spirits that
leap laughingly at the furrowed
coal-like chasms that are but ghosts in this shell;
Blood lust in their flared nostrils
As they dance in victory
Over the emptiness.

Where once stood a great and mighty beast of a man
Now stands a silent statue of a
frowning clown left
brooding
Weeping
Teeth sharpened once,
But left flat from gnashing.

I am this husk
And I am left empty
With nothing left to do while dying....

This rock
Spinning in its orbit around God
With oceans full of souls
And souls full of
wishes,
wants,
and whispers
so shallow like a baby's breath.

I've toiled and fought
and loved
and lusted
and lived seething secretly
in a seemingly impenetrable fog
and once the sun came out
the secrets were all gone but not forgotten

They were carved into stone
and torn into the flesh of me
And while I sat
stuttering
and muttering
in a drunken mess,
the sun came out once more upon this rock
and showed the perfect skin
was nothing more than old leather
cracked and craggy and full of holes
So many holes that my rib fell out and tumbled away.

There I sat upon this rock
with God and sun and sorrow
There I lay dying with a wet face
and the belief that there really was no tomorrow,
yet a spark was still in me somehow
Or perhaps it was just a soothing thought
that gave me a sense of peace even if just for now
that even though my fate seemed bought
there were still more lessons I would be taught
and more things for me to do while dying.

Been walking a knife's edge
with ****** feet
slipping
sliding
to one side or the other
Either way is a fall
and a skinning
and a death

There's no life left
in a last breath,
so I'll tie this loose end
around this pole and
finally prove that we can all float down Here!

Besides, the same people toe tapping to good times
are the same ones
tap dancing on dead men's gravestones,
so **** it!
Y'all can grab somebody else's legs at the top of this ***.

I'm done.
Seen the world through American eyes
It's a world filled with
violence,
slander,
and lies.
You can beat that thing that's between your thighs
til you're old and gray.
*****, feel free!
I'm jumping off this stool to see
what's waiting behind door number three.
You can talk all ******* day,
but I won't hear you anymore
and neither will
you
hear
me...