Don’t Give Up

Don’t Give Up

Do not be violent,
instead be wise.
Choose your words carefully,
do not bite the hand that feeds.
You are more glorious
than all the stars in the skies,
more beautiful than the morning sunrise.
I am speechless in the presence
of your doubt, your reluctance to live.
Do not give up my friend,
the world stretches before you.
It’s all waiting for you
to open your eyes and see,
that everything will come full circle,
that it will all get better –
yeah, the sun will rise again tomorrow
and we will wake to a new world,
a new chance to live.

Dealing

Dealing

Wilting flowers,
the sunlight is fading.
I feel hysteria setting in.
Can’t you see the pain
hidden deep in my eyes,
the tears that will not fall
but will never dry?
I’m shook to the core,
I’m shocked by the loss.
I can no longer hold onto my secrets,
my white houses are gone,
they’re been painted black.
I’ve been painted,
I’ve been spoiled,
I’ve been left to rot.
This is my life to live,
my pain to deal with.
Without you.

Heavenly Body of Light

Heavenly Body of Light

my idea of heaven
will always be anywhere you are,
even if you never loved me
I always loved you.

Broken Promises

Broken Promises

Realization comes, unbidden,
sneaking into the corners of my mind
like grave robbers into a tomb.
You have stolen my greatest treasure,
cracked open my ribs
and ripped out my heart,
and the greatest crime of all was
I never said a single word to stop you.
Yes, I loved you from the start,
that was my first mistake,
and letting you break me once
but pulling you closer to my heart,
that was my second.
I let you pour salt in my wounds
instead of dressing them up,
keeping my eyes averted from yours
and focusing on your false lips caressing my neck.
I fell for your charms, your sweet words and soft kisses,
your deep chocolate eyes and beautiful smile.
I fell like the most foolish little schoolgirl
head over heels
end over end
tears spilling from my eyes,
bruised and broken
but baby, I’ll be fine.
Yeah, I’ll finally be fine.

Come Congregation, Let’s Sing It Like You Mean It

Come Congregation, Let’s Sing It Like You Mean It

You’ve got me singing like a church choir.
Every feeling, every thought, ever fantasy I ever had
comes spilling out of me
and onto the pavement at your feet.
You’ve laid me open and laid me to rest,
I’m speechless in the wake of your love.

Miles & Power Lines In Between

Miles & Power Lines In Between

Distance makes the heart grow fonder?
What absolute crap.
Distance weighs heavy on you,
hangs over you like some gloomy gray rain cloud,
erases you from his thoughts,
from his hear,
to the point where the phone lines stay dead
and your heart slowly dies as well
because you miss someone
who doesn’t miss you at all.
Distance ruins two perfectly good people,
rips them apart and leaves them bleeding
unable to even move.
Distance ruined me
and stole my baby away.
Distance makes the heart wither,
wither, wither,
wither away.

Firsts

Firsts

Nervous.
Sweaty palms clasp together,
rub slowly creating friction.
Chapped lips and blood-shot eyes.
They’ve been planning this for weeks
and now they’re at a crossroads,
time to begin.

Get Down & Pray

Get Down & Pray

You make me religious.
I’ve never wanted to get right down and pray before
at the drop of a hat,
with absolutely no notice whatsoever.
But your love makes me feel so spiritual,
like everything I’ve learned before
is just false reflections
and golden idols,
so superfluous.
I’ve never felts so close to Heaven
as when I’m wrapped up in your arms.
You’re my angel,
I’ve felt your halo in my hands
when we’ve laid entangled together across your bed.
This is where we join hands
to say our daily prayers,
because life just couldn’t get any better.
You’ve got me singing hymns of praise
to your gorgeous face,
and I just can’t look away.

Welcome to the Masquerade

Welcome to the Masquerade

I’ve lost it all,
game over
start from the beginning
all over again.
Paint a new face on,
do a new dance,
cover-up & make-up
and another expressionless mask.
Welcome to the masquerade,
we’re all trapped in the rounds
of the swinging carousel waltz.
You can’t escape
and I can’t imagine
life without this at all.

Re-Invent the Wheel

Re-Invent the Wheel

Here’s my theory:
if you’re going to swim,
don’t be afraid to get wet.
If you strike that match,
don’t be afraid to burn,
baby, burn.
Don’t take my hand,
I’m not ready to forgive you yet.
I don’t want to feel your heartbeat
or your hands tangled in my hair.
I just want you to admit it,
you were wrong,
you were so wrong.
It’s not rocket science, babe,
there’s no mathematical formula
and no solutions to dissolve.
You can’t just hit the backspace button,
there’s no such thing as a “do-over”.
You can’t re-invent the wheel.

Writer’s Block; Meaning

Writer’s Block; Meaning

Would you tell me I was wrong?
You know my hands are tied.
There is no way out now,
I cannot fight my fate.
I won’t give it up so easy,
and I won’t turn my back on you,
but I’m not ready to make nice yet
and I’m not scared of finding out the truth.
Let me have it, both barrels,
I’m ready now, I’m ready now,
please rip me apart
and leave me for dead.
I swear that’s all I wanted anyways.

Freud’s Theory of the Uncanny

Freud’s Theory of the Uncanny

Stay in line,
stand up straight.
Blend in with the crowd.
Become just
like
everyone else.
Simple, right?
Easy.
Just give up your identity,
your personality,
defining features,
your hopes & dreams & faith.
What makes you different,
is now all wrong.
Plug this in,
upgrade yourself.
Download – Human Version 2.0.
There goes everything unique about you,
now you fit in perfectly, perfectly.

World’s Authority

World’s Authority

A crown for a king,
a scepter to rule with,
a new group of subjects
to exploit and to ruin.
Welcome to the world,
it only gets worse after this.
You’re the world’s authority
on moral bankruptcy and corruption,
so come on down,
it’s your turn to wreck us all.

Philosophical.

Philosophical.

Philosophically disturbed.
The girl lies sleeping,
one hand over her eyes.
In the darkness
we are equals,
monsters,
lovers.
In the darkness
we are one,
hands grasping
and hearts pounding.
I lie awake wondering
just what you think of me,
I lie sleeping,
one hand over my eyes.
Philosophically disturbed.

Choking On Unkept Promises

I need you like water in my lungs,
like an IV full of air
flowing straight to the heart:
deadly.
Choke it down,
the bitter taste.
It's not so bad now, is it?
Don't try and hide from it.
I'm stalking you like your shadow,
always one foot behind the other,
always one shot behind the other.
Here's my love, baby,
right here in the barrel of this gun.
Choke it down,
the bitter taste.
It's not so bad now, is it?
Make it work, make it work,
the jolly elves in your head
are spinning that sick sweet merry-go-round tune again,
la la la la la.
Can you feel their eyes on your back
watching your evey move,
scoring you for style
and berating you for gasping air?
Picture this:
knife to the back,
one quick stab to the heart,
make it all worthwhile now.
Choke it down,
the bitter taste.
It's not so bad now, is it?

This Skin

This Skin

I am not this skin,
this tattered, ragged bag of bones,
these sunken eyes and dirty, chewed-up fingernails.
I’m not these generous curves and long legs,
these thin lips and misshaped knees,
the way I balance in my heels so I don’t fall down.
I’m not the sway of my hips or the bounce in my step,
the fall of my hair in waves down my back,
or the way my eyes used to light up
when he entered the room.
I’m not this earthly vessel,
it’s just here to convey me from one life to the next.
I’m the soul, the complex web of heartstrings,
the anger, the courage, the love, and the fighter within.
I am not this skin,
I am not this face or this weary smile,
I am not these tired, tear-stained eyes.
I am not anything of yours anymore.

Enigma

Enigma

Am I worth it?
You’re pondering this again tonight,
I can see the gears turning in your head.
“Is she worth it?”
Why yes, I am,
but what exactly do you see?
I bite off my fingernails one by one,
(masochistic)
methodically though,
that should gain me some points.
I clean obsessively
(well, cleanliness is next to godliness)
and I hate talking on the phone,
unless it’s to someone I know very well
but I’ll talk to myself for hours
(the first sign of insanity).
I can’t live without my music
or my poetry, my grammar, or my books,
add to that my passion for fashion & good looks
(oh, a trendsetter).
Who is she, that girl?
Why is everyone so obsessed with her?
(And why can’t you get her out of your head?)