Your face is lit up from the light on the screen
As you type on the only place you're ever seen
Press the control keys, make yourself jump
20 years crouching over gave your back a ****
You're following that woman with long flowing hair
High cheekbones, long ears, and she's going somewhere
You're led to a boat, though you've never been trained
To sail a three-masted beaut, it has been ingrained
For instructions are soon to pop before your eyes
With large flashing arrows hanging in the skies
You grasp at the rope and hoist up the anchor
And you turn to the woman to possibly thank her
She's there for a moment, but gone when you cough
The words in the air spell out: *She logged off

Clouds may blow past
But memories last
And the sun in this sky
Hears me wondering why
Today is the day when I realize the truth
That the young are wasting our youth
And the wind in my hair is the only one
That will blow in this moment with the sun
Every moment is its own and nothing shall repeat
All these inaccurate snippets, soon captured and neat
Compiled together, this scrapbook's our life
Whether glued with our tears or cut with a knife
All images, candid and raw and most honest
Our life under wraps is the one we wear on our wrist
For the whole world to see if they'd only look close
It's the version of life that is not shared the most
But this version is always the most needed read
For to know all the person is to know the whole deed

I stand and I tap my foot
(my last season's Prada shoes)
Because I get so tired
Of standing
In line

I wish that we all could exist on
Interconnected
Albeit separated planes
So we could see one another
But I could pass through you
And board the train
Five minutes sooner

I'm just so impatient
Because life's too short to be spent
Waiting in line
Crying over useless relationships
Riding planes
Going anywhere
I just need to be there
I just need you here
I need to be doing something
Not waiting for something to happen

You make me impatient
Because someday we'll be dead
And I want to live the hell out of life
Before that happens

listen to your rhythm, child
work it with the rhyme
and sew together a poem
for me

I hold a secret deep inside
(no, not syphilis)
I thought it might be false
But it's true and not a lie at all
And this causes a problem
So listen up and listen well
Just ignore all the signs you see
Because they'll lead you wrong
Just promise to try
Try and avoid the secret
Because it is a problem
If you would read its lore

Kick the kid, kick the kid
They all yell
They all scream
Circles of bloodthirsty vultures
Ready to dine on the misery of others
At the expense of both
The dignity of the attacker and the victim
His blood is on my shoes
My converse are stained now
Forever they will scream out
SHAME ON YOU, YOU ****
I don't want to be a monster
They are making me a monster
The world wants me to be a monster
I have to be a monster
To get by
I look down at him again
I don't want to kick him
But they keep shouting
I am so weak
Maybe if I kick him a little, they'll see how strong
I can be
kick
kickkickkick
kick
KICKKICKKICK
No more screaming
No more yelling
No more pulse
The crowd runs away
They leave me with my shame
And my stained shoes
And my victory
At least I have that
Victory

Here's some clay I molded well
And a note that's straight from hell
It just says "Live" and when I drop it
This gollum will wake up

He'll follow close my every order
Never teeter on the border
Of sentient thought because
I own him and he doesn't think at all

This gollum'll do the ***** deeds
Like taking out the ***** weeds
That filter through society
The people-poison of the earth

He'll invade your home as you did my mind
He'll make you leave the world behind
He'll take your head into his hand
And smash it down unto the land
As if to say, "Please taste the earth,
Substance of your death and of my birth"
The cyclic theory present now
He'll show you how to die

And when he's done and you are through
When my gollum's finished you
He'll emotionlessly tear through your guts
And with them, drag you through the street

Sleep tight, doll