.you're afraidto let anyonestoke the firein your chestfor fearyou will burnthem alive
.some thoughts get so loud thatyou cry out for them to leave;they scatter like birds startledout of their trees, before landingagain where they wereand after a while,you just have tolet them sing
.and if you evermanage to get inside myhead, i'll wish you luck
.you’ve gota lioninside,a heartfull ofpride,and you’renot lettinghim roar
.some people witherwith love;others bloom
.and like a stone atthe bottom of the riveror the sea,i think life might just beflowing right past me
.got eyes sohungry they'reswallowing youwhole,gonna spitout your heartlike a pip
.your heartalone shouldremind younot to beatyourself upyour pulseshould remindyoukeep steady
.lies can slipthrough your teethwith ease,the truthgets caught inyour throat(i wish it was a lie, that i'm your flesh and blood and i wish it was the truth, that i hadn't been drinking)
.you pulledall the strings;now i connect morewith the puppet thani do the puppeteer
.you were life's newwork of art;small easel bonesand a blankcanvas of skinbut he ruined you over time,added the brushof a scaror two
.he said there are a lot of things in lifethat don't make sense,i said i know,like that time i laughed so hard at the wakei had to stay out in the garden making small talk with the smokersfor the rest of it,like the time i shut myself in the garage and went to sleepin the backseat of your car,and how i'm not at all religious but i sat in church that day withmy hands clasped andi prayed,how i kept the windows shut that sunday so what i prayed forcouldn't get in,like the time i watched her throw your stuff out on the driveway,and when she managed to smash those plates even withher broken wrist, how most hearts start to sink when tempers rise,and the time i wanted to cradle that dead pigeon i saw at thetrain station, and you told me to answer the phone and i wouldn'tbecause i knew it was you,and when the night comes calling i always let him in,i'm never quite sure who he is, but he sayshe's paid for it so now i better fuckingdrink it,he says haven't you learnt by now
.i shudderwhen you speak;your words arecold when theytouch me
.we are allstrayssearching forhomes ineach other
.you got given a life,now you have to earn your living
.one day the earth will dim;the light in the sun will flicker and die,and the moon will sigh and roll over,keeping her back to the worldour shadows will say farewellto our bodies, and go their ownway in the darkness
.if thesewalls couldtalkthen i'm surethey'd bescreamingget out,burn usdown,we can'tbearto hold youanylonger(been too busy dreaming to get any sleep)
.i've got a few bonesin my closet but they aren'tmine, they don't quite fit
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
lostto tell you the truth,i can't stop missing myself.
DifferenceTo be lonely is painful,To be alone is liberating.
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
Once Upon A TimeOnce upon a time there was a girlAnd she lived.
War.If someone tells you, "War is hell." They lie.There are no innocents in hell.
HumanityHumans are cruel.Humans are killers.Before guns it was knivesBefore that it was stonesInvasions, burning homes,Stealing lives and lovesReleasing crows andSlaughtering doves.Humans are good.Humans are kind.They live, love and laughThey have the gift of hopeHelping them all to copeThrough evil human thingsSowing seeds andSewing angel wings.Humans are strange.Humans are incomplete.Punches to kisses to gamesAnger to love to insanityTragedy to crystal clarityWhirlwinds of empty whimsEmpty prayers andHonest pseudonyms.Humans are living.Humans are dying.Ashes to ashes, soul to HellOr perhaps to HeavenNo human can really tellIf even either is real.
Six Words for the SufferingPain ends, but you must not.
.spillyour emotion,or drownin it