Squeeze my hands and pinch my cheeks
Walk me to the bus stop and take me to the park
Lets watch some movies and visit the creek
Lets talk until the sky is dark

Oh, Mommy, please don't raise your voice
Please don't say those words
Do you really think my character is ugly?
Do you really think my mind is absurd?

Oh, Mommy, please don't say I'm useless
Please give me a hug
Please don't send me to that stranger
and please don't throw our mugs

Hey, Mom, come
Listen to my teachers
the way they sing my song
listen to them brag about me
on and on and on

I'm so sorry, Mother
Do these A's need be higher?
Do I need to cower harder
Convince the world that you are not a liar?

Tell them I'm a bad girl
that I don't deserve your love?
Convince them I'm a hellchild
Or need it be more than that above?

Will then you take my hand and squeeze my cheeks?
Can we go to the park and visit the creek?
Can you walk me to the bus stop and talk all night long
Can we watch movies and pretend you didn't do anything wrong?

Sixteen songs have passed
And sixteen separate landscapes to wipe your hands with
And as I dream at night do I consider it
That a part of this doing is my half

Sixteen songs later
Sixteen quiet throats, yet I keep my mouth shut
And I shamelessly enjoy the gifts you give me
When we go to bed before I dream

Our love is in latin, it won’t last

Sixteen exhilarating chases, games, ever-expanding radii
Like irises on a road map, we flower through the countryside
We are an aneurism, we yell at walls, and we laugh
Sixteen family tree autographs

Sixteen sad songs, suicides, sixteen songs you keep on tape
Their last words bent into screams like pictures on TV
My dreams have become my trial
Seventeen’s my last

white, black, grey do we choose white or black
maybe we choose grey  for combined is white and
black not more powerful with multiple shades of
grey some darker others lighter none purely black
or purely white just grey like the static of a tv
without signal ever a war between white and black in grey's territory this is every ones personal war within.

i find pain in the brightest place and light hidden in the deep reaches of darkness every one is driven by a deed
this deed be it innocent or be it a dark ******* of ones own mind
drives them to do what must be done to reach there goal thru suffering thru sorrow they will face the timeless challenges that many before them have already either passed or failed but these challenges do not separate those who are brave or those who are shrouded in chaos there is equal opportunity for all and these challenges may always be passed no one is barred from the stage so we must choose for our selves what is appropriate what we see as good and evil in the end it all lays in the eye of the beholder and you yourself are the beholder

he had arms like a latch
he put her under lock and key
once he closed them, she was trapped
he will never set her free

that girl is gnashing fangs and painted lips
when the pastel sun scrapes floorboards
across her naked shoulders. that girl is
sparking static eyes and she holds
snowy screens in her palms,

her lovers bury their faces in her chest
smudging saliva across her shirt
leather-fingers scrummaging
over her ribs, jabbing with
tongue, thumb smudged on the
doorbell, as his jaw meets dawn,

and he returns, scratched glass mirror
pulling in him by an aquiline nose,
aquamarine veins pulsing as palms
set upon the ice, blood knuckles
and cracked nails setting in the surface.

Heart and mind at war
Like breath
On a Winter's day