The aftertaste dark black coffee is the taste how our relationship after it ends,
bittersweet with pungent acidity, but this one burns
Right now, standing in the beginning,
I don't know what you do, but it's blinding

Yet there's this little voice ringing,

I'm scared to write our future 'cause I know there's none
It's bleak in the midst of dust and sand
Can't see clearly and nothing's solid off the ground

So, 'let's leave darling', said little voice, 'find your way home once again'
'he's none to have unless you're looking for fun'
yet for fun how much should we amend
'wish you would peek your nothern star once again'
'and just follow it 'till the end'

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between three oceans
silver rocks and the desert
is a place

undiscovered;
a secret that no one knows about
hidden so openly:

a secret right in front of
your eyes.

it's never cold there
it's never hot there

this place is populated by
only one creature:

GOLEM

'Sup,
Serena?

               -'Sup
                 Sadie?

Swear
Silence!.
                -Swear!

Shhhhh!
                -Sorry

Sit
Still...
Speak
Softly...
Supersecret...

                 -Supersecret???

Shhhhh!
                 -Sorry

Swear
Silence!
                 -Swear!

.Shhhhh!
                 -Sorry

(Softly
Speaks
Supersecret)

                 (-Screams!!!)

Shhhhh!!!
                -Sorry

Sean
Secretly
Sa­w
Sally!

               -Selfish,
               Sadistic
               Sean!

(Sobbing)

               -Sorry

S'ok
               -So
               Sad

Swear
Silence!
               -Swear!!

Shhhhh!
               -Sorry

Sick
Slimy
Stupid
Sean!
               (Snickers)

(Sad,
Soulful
Stare)

many learn lessons that schools cannot teach
where ego meets danger and unknowns beseech
perhaps there is nothing and everyone’s clean
or maybe there’s something that’s going unseen
from teachers who cheat to admins who steal
no dose of prestige can save lives that are real

the crossing guard owns twenty cats with the mange
school cop clipped his brother while out on the range
a history teacher abusing his kids
librarians selling school books to high bids
the crew in the arts are all in on a coup
while the principal staff launders money for *****

hey, i’m just here to sweep up and i call what i see
other folks won’t speak up but a few will agree
i don’t do that no more, i’m out five years last june
they’ll be following suit lest they change their act soon
still no one here dares to expose what’s involved
in keeping the peace held among these halls

When I sit by myself, I think of you,
And I wonder, if you think of me too.

When I sit by myself, I unbreak my mind from the rules,
The rules that hold me from gripping you.

When I sit by myself, I let your thoughts be my unreal truth,
And I wonder, what if you knew.

When I sit by myself, I smile and I cry,
On how fate mirrored my failure and shy.

When I sit by myself, I poison this love to die,
But hell those eyes keep the lover alive.

It is a special bond,
truly,
when a man tells his friend
the level of dissociation he has reached.
Better still, however,
is the friend who can smile and say,
"Oh. You mean this?" and laugh, already knowing
the secrets you've been struggling to put in words.
But you don't need to.
Because there are some people who need no words,
because they just
know.

You need sleep I told you too many times until you said your not tired as you slowly fell asleep. Your so cute with you wavy blond hair. Your funny with all your jokes. These things are the basic words I can say about you but really they don't do you any good because your loveliness is impossible to put into any words in the world.