When you wake, my love, think of my lips;
how the corners quiver ever so slightly right before I flash a great big smile. Let your hand rest on the pillow where the curves of my face would usually reside and imagine I'm there;
if just for awhile.
Let the breeze that kisses your cheeks, fresh with the scent of morning dew, carry the words that echo with every beat of my heart to yours,
so that you will wake every morning knowing that I love you.

I heard that alcohol is so good at drowning out sound
That if you hid in the bottom of a bottle
You wouldn't hear a thing.
It sounded peaceful, and I was tired of sound.
So naturally I thought I'd give it a go.

And it worked for a while.
But sound always finds its way in.

I have about a thousand fatal flaws,
though none of them have actually killed me yet.
And one is that no matter who I am talking to
I imitate them.

I subconsciously turn into them as I talk to them,
their mannerisms, and the things they talk about,
the way they talk, their accent,
even who they talk to.
I know I do it, but I can't stop,
It happens without me noticing.

So I spend my life sounding exactly like everyone else does
and just for once,
I would like to meet someone who I can talk to in the same voice
then the one that I talk to myself in,
and the one that's in my head.

Bizarre timing of a twisted breath, distorted beat
nostalgic and melancholic memories
newcoming dawn, colorless one
a fading spark in a girl's eyes
clouded sight of innocence
longing for care,
immobilized unsure of if
there really is, a purpose for
the life awaiting her, hours passing by
come board the ship, observe the world
all of the magnificent, ancient legends and also myths
oh pyramids, endless feasts, opulent *****
a carnival, a masquerade,  a crowning time
or if the gods are willing, to favor her
the ship will wreck, and when she wakes
a mermaids voice, a fairies glance
or encountering a fallen angel
a lost soul, will be the one
and final quest she experiences.

You were traditional,
And I was your French Revolution of sorts.
Off with their heads.

Battered brains, diseased gums,
Loaded veins, twisted tongues.
What a life, we'll take the plunge.

The difficulty I see
through the news
through these tubes
is that people
don't see people
as people.

strange to say
the phrase before.
people should
see people
as people.

when I go out
I people watch.
knowing every person
that I see
has a life.

it shouldn't be
strange
to think of
people have lives.
duh, you may say.

but a person
gets beaten
*****
murdered
and they
are a victim.

you read in the news
"woman beaten brutally by ex"
and so many have the thought
"she probably deserved it"

you read a headline
"teen fatally shot by officer"
and so many ask
"well what did he do?"

you read the post
"celebrity dead by own hand"
and so many write
"what a coward"

Those people
the woman who was beat
the teen who was shot
the man who couldn't live
they are people.
they are humans.

all these people are humans
all these people
are people.
so treat them as such.

they have lives.
had lives.
cared for others
had others care for them.

don't be cruel
don't judge them
for their headlines.

because people
are people
and treat them as such
because someday
you may be a headline too.