Saddle up
And let's see how this goes
Cause as far as I see
Nobody knows

The pulsing, rainy push
Between our joined hands
Gets louder and louder and
Beats out all the best bands

I can't stop listening to Paramore.

And inside my head there's a sparkly tornado
That won't stop turning, holding together
All the thoughts I love and hate
In a fine frenzy of the deepest shades of
Black and brightest shades of white
That there are...and yet...
This storm, I know, won't stop,
It'll just keep pelting me with stinging memories
That sing as the fervor only increases,
Leaving me spinning, spinning, spinning....

And I can't stop listening to Paramore.

No matter how wittingly you phrase it
I'll never laugh
At your demeaning
My sexuality
Even though
Society always will

Can we please take a moment
To abject from our minds
The unrelenting stubbornness
Of a mind that is told to shut the hell up
And who does

And instead plagues the conciousness
With memories.

Because we all ******* know
A picture is worth
A thousand words.

Just thinking of the emerald
stained optics that attend
the seminars behind the red curtains
that close over his eyes
make the lace-structured legs beneath me
want to give out

Mama, what is pain?
Pain is hurt
When what gets hurt, Mama?
Your feelings, your body, your life
Have you been hurt, Mama?
Many times
When, Mama?
When your father left us
Why did he leave, Mama?
He was in Pain

The people who have suffered,
The heroes of our past,
Would hate the people loved today,
They'd loose their faith so fast.
They'd never share their values,
Believes or selfish ways,  
The world today ,
would make good men,
turn inside their graves.