A million whispers ring out from the grave.
You can’t ever silence a soul so brave,
who cares not about a face one hopes to save.
Maybe next time they’ll behave.

She said the things no one else would say,
now here’s to hoping someone will finally pay.
Virginia and those girls deserve their day,
to finally put an end to this demented way.

So put her face on the stage,
not just another book, not just another page.
Keep tabs of all those who lower their head,
they still want a cut of the dead.

They thought they silenced her before,
paid out millions but we’ll pay more,
to read the details of trauma and gore
and kick those jackals out the front door.
That’s not what we humans stand for.

So absorb and feel her rage,
not just another book, not just another page.
The truth we need to be fed
and still they want a cut of the dead.

She says she’s nobody’s girl
in truth she stands along with us,
who grew up in a world
and found the wrong man to trust.
Mistakes from when you were young,
that aren’t so easily undone.
“Boys will be boys” they’re just having fun,
but now it’s the time to see how dogs run.

Let’s have a talk about those in their castle,
pretty soon they’ll have their hands full with a hassle.
They keep trying to bury the truth,
like for years they did with youth.
They may be good at lies, but they fail at math
because even though she died, Virginia will have the last laugh.
Time to carve out a new world, a new path.

So release her from her cage,
not just another book, not just another page.
It just begs to be read,
and stop them from getting their cut of the dead.

A river, my river, I am the river.
A river, water that goes with the flow.
A river, a calm flow most of the time.
A river, now in a time of life that overflows.

The calm river, gone
not coming back as it was
but as a new river it went somewhere.

An island, a calm place
a stopping point.
The rivers stopping point.
An island, a place to learn
a place to evolve and come back better than ever.
But even an island can’t stop a storm from happening,
emotions from escaping.

A storm, a disoriented place where everything is dark.
A storm, a cry
just a girl.

A person, a safe place until the storm happens.
Even beauty can’t safe the sea.
The sea can never be saved.
It can only safe herself
And after some time
come back anew
as a calm river.

It’s a cyclus, happening over and over again
until the island disappears.
Until it’s fully gone.
But an island never disappears.
it might not be an island anymore
but it’s still there with me every step of the way.
This time it follows the flow,
evolves along the way until I don’t need him any more.

And then I go my own way,
to find that island.
As a calm river, getting ready for the upcoming storm.
As a girl, preparing to hate my mind.
But its nature, its human.
It will happen many times all over again.
And thats alright.

Water seeps out of every crack there is
a waterfall, a stream
weathering away at the mask she
carefully made
Her hair is spun
Floating, like a comet
carefully arranged
around the face
that she keeps in the shadows
shying away from the light
that will show who she truly is
Through the rain
the train's light
bounces off the metal rails
that she sits upon
a song
that she cannot sing
is in the air
A song
that will sing
her to sleep
a sleep that will not awaken
and forever
she will walk
this maze
A song
convincing her that the darkness
is just a warm embrace
rather than a dark cave
Her heart is made of glass,
carefully broken in between the layers
to create art
To be written and erased
upon that cracks that won't go away
to cover up
with layers
That chokes her, that holds
her
because nobody else
will
because nobody else
can
And the furrows and rivers
of her skin
that flows, and changes
with each emotion that is bred
To hide from her
but to show from within
Long since forgotten
lost ever since

Cherry blonde girl,
find my hand on your waist-
and your sickly sweet smile
carrying me to my untimely demise,
just one more time.

A whisper soft, a glance so bright,
"You're beautiful," a fleeting light.
Each girl delights in such a sound,
A fleeting praise, on hallowed ground.

But deeper still, a woman yearns,
Beyond the words, the praise that burns.
Not just the blush, the whispered grace,
But a true love, a steadfast space.

For beauty fades, the bloom will cease,
And fleeting words, like summer's breeze.
A love that's lived, a heart's embrace,
A truth that lingers, time and space.

She seeks not just a fleeting sight,
But a love that burns both day and night.
A bond that's strong, a soul's true art,
A love that's lived, within the heart.

The spoken word, though sweet and fine,
Cannot compare, to love entwined.
A truth that lingers, deep and true,
A love that's lived, for me and you.

He called me His daughter.
I told Him if that were true,
then I have inherited His worst appetite

His plague-hand,
His taste for undoing,
His flood-mouth.

I no longer kneel on oakwood,
I dictate in my sleep like a tyrant.
I issue stone-chiseled ultimatums
and twist sheets like intestines,
jaw locked around the name
I refuse to pray.

I wake with my teeth clenched,
my hands full of hair
I do not remember pulling,
as if I am cracking
the necks of angels,
tearing halos apart.

When you call your flock home
I will stand on the altar
in my softest dress,
still stiff with holy water,
and the smell of
my childhood prayers.

I will meet Your eyes,
to ask what it feels like
to create something
you taught to hate yourself back

I will not wait for your answer.

Oh watch me wither away in the silence , watch me scream away my pain , my mouth opens yet words fail to tumble .
Oh what does a girl do now ? When the burns of her past catch up with her ? Oh what does a girl do now? As she sits in a corner crying away her sorrow .
So many people pass by , yet for some reason they do not see her pain, they see something else , they see an attitude in place of pain .
How can she tell them ? Tell them that she's tired,  tell them that her body aches !
He passes by , wishes her well but truly doesn't wanna involve himself with whatever is wrong with her , can you blame him ? She's the crazy one , the one who is always stoic , emotionless? Yet why is he always there when she's threatening to fall apart ? .
Oh my girl , what shall we do with this one,  the one who came tumbling down into our life , the one who's absence causes us sadness yet his closeness makes us weary . What shall we do with him ? .
He watches me scream yet he hears My laughter,  he watches me cry yet he sees my smile , The opposite is what I do when he comes around.  
I hope one day ! I'll do what I truly intend , so before I wither away my smile shall be Genuine .

A little girl sits at the kitchen table,
Silently coloring while watching cable.
She asks, “Why does Daddy yell at you?”
Her mother says, “it’s just something he likes to do.”
She asks, “Did your Daddy yell at you?”
Her mother says, “Yes he did that too.”
She asks, “Will my future husband yell at me?”
Her mother says, “No, that should never be.”
Her mother hugs her tight and whispers,
“Well go far, far away, where theres only happiness,
And no more angry voices can ever reach us.”