The earth trembles,
Trees shake from their vary roots,
A flash cuts through the sky,
Wind carries a grunt of god, himself.

Children crying,
Dogs barking,
Sound can be heard from every direction,
White as paper is everyone's complexion.

Silence follows,
An eerie feeling sets in,
Waiting for another,
Listening carefully.

Is it the end?
Or shall it continue?
Can people finely rest?
Or are we forever doomed?

You came into this world screaming for your right to be loved,
please don’t think you have to leave the same way.  
I know what it’s like to crush pills every night just so you can break something other than yourself, but darling, love doesn’t exist in powder.
Remember that inside of you are crashing galaxies; every fiber of your being resonates with tragedy and stardust,
and there is someone out there who will want to crawl into the folds of your universe.
However, there will be days that even ghosts can’t see you,
but just remember that you don’t have to search for approval in the arms of strangers.
It won’t be there.
The only thing you’ll find is trouble.
When you notice that lovers repeatedly treat you like a puddle, stepping
over you and carrying on with their life, know that that’s not what you are.
You are an ocean, ebbing and flowing with the moons magnetism.
Calm enough to carry the burdens of others,
but powerful enough to drown them.
It’s not easy realizing that everyone you have ever loved has never loved you, but neither is pretending to be a *******.
So give away paper mâché versions of your heart, one after the other,
until you find the person who notices the difference
between something living and something dead.
Until you find the person who is willing to ask about your real heart.  
There is no reason that you should not be loved.

I'm making things more difficult
for myself
so I can really feel the suffering.

Feel my eyes being pricked by
rose thorns, my tears spilling like morning dew on petals.

Feel the dull ache echoing in
my whole body, like a thousand thrumming orchestras to a deaf person.

Feel sweet, blessed pain as my nerves are set stinging on fire
like a comatose person after they awake.

I am prepared to go to dramatic lengths
just to prove that I am alive. I am
a rash trapeze artist putting my worst
foot forward in a wrong
direction.

Give me
a shove in ANY direction
except
where I came from and
I will be grateful even if I tumble
fifty feet down.

I am prepared
to feel the wind caress my scalp,
to make love to danger and get
kissed from trouble
even if perfection
only ever lasts just
for a moment.

Be careful,
Because you...

Catch more flies with honey, bring more bees with flowers.
But you might find a bear or a thorn;
The times that you think it can't be worse
Are when to remember this little verse.
That if you can catch it, capture and keep it
Then love it and know it is yours.
But what comes to bother you surely must leave you
and you'll be alright of course.

May Mother Earth ground you, come what may;
God give you wisdom to send trouble away.

running into the night
chasing dreams
with a bottle full of trouble by your side

passing streets filled with blood
searching for silver soldiers craving escape
to fight against a rising hell

when the dust has cleared
the rebels stand tall

the rebels have defeated the army
and a nation has been born

the nation of misfits

I'm sorry to say that I'm falling for you.
After everything that we've been through.
I'm sorry there's nothing I can do.
The love that I feel can only be true.

I'm sorry that I have to say
You always take my breath away
I want you more everyday
But how many times can you betray?

I hate to admit I miss your touch
Your nice warm hugs, they help so much
When  all my heart has been sliced and crushed
Your presence gives me quite a rush.

It kills me to see that you have gone
Abandoned me for far too long
I want to hear your soothing song
Although I know that this is wrong.

I'm not prepared to give up yet
I'm falling hard without a net
There's none like you I've ever met
Loving you, I can't regret.

If you ever doubt my love,
Spin the wheels of time,
And dive into the past,
where seconds and eternity collide.

Where they said love was hell;
The never-ending fire of betrayal,
Loomed over us like a veil,
Sewn with guilt and regrets.

We swayed  in the inferno,
Waltzed on the ashes, to the melody of
Eternal love, blemishes, and scars;
A badge of chaos.

But we walked through the darkness,
And undressed our souls,
The naked sorrow and agony,
We could ever disguise.

In the end,
If you still ever doubt, my love
Know that your stars are the reason,
My galaxy exists, in this infinite universe.

Blame it on me
It's all my fault
Point that finger my way
Your way or the highway

My cousin went to prision
It was my fault even though I hadn't seen him since age 10
I was years and miles afar
When he ruined the family lounge and bar

Why blame me?
I'm out of here
Go blame it on the man in the mirror...

D. Clare