Spread the light into your eyes.
Can't you see my shadow?
I'm a beauty trapped inside.
I wish you all would understand,
That I can't change the mirror.
One by one, my flaws will show.
The anger, nice, and shyness flow.
I'm not special in anyway.
and if I am, it's hidden away.
The pain and hurt may never end.
So I may never love again.
Do you understand the way I think?
I'm afraid of myself and of a mon's wink.
I'm so desperate for the life I never had,
But the scared girl inside can't forget the
past or get a new dad.
This life is so hopeless. There's so much guilt.
Why is it like this? Is this the bricks to be built?
Friday, January 16, 2009
CoNfuSIoN
A spiral going around and around.
Going in circles like a merry go around.
Green jello mixed with a mexican burrito.
Raspberry sherbert combined with a chopped tomato.
Sharp spikes that caress the flesh.
Silk, velvet, cotton, wool, nylon, mesh.
Tommy Girl, Echo, Watercool, and Dessert.
Morning dew, burnt rubber, fresh laundry,and Flirt.
The sun is shining, but lightning still strikes.
Bleeding and broken arms, but still no pain when falling off bikes.
So many voices, yelling and screaming.
An argument and fight with no meaning.
Going in circles like a merry go around.
Green jello mixed with a mexican burrito.
Raspberry sherbert combined with a chopped tomato.
Sharp spikes that caress the flesh.
Silk, velvet, cotton, wool, nylon, mesh.
Tommy Girl, Echo, Watercool, and Dessert.
Morning dew, burnt rubber, fresh laundry,and Flirt.
The sun is shining, but lightning still strikes.
Bleeding and broken arms, but still no pain when falling off bikes.
So many voices, yelling and screaming.
An argument and fight with no meaning.
The Butterflies Inside
Friends of humor.
Friends of Death.
Laughable joke.
Scissors cut.
Kiss of life.
Burned in content.
A click of being.
A photo sent.
Hold up your head.
End result.
Friends of Death.
Laughable joke.
Scissors cut.
Kiss of life.
Burned in content.
A click of being.
A photo sent.
Hold up your head.
End result.
America's Revenge
World peace, Freedom of Speech, The Bill of Rights. The draining discipline of Bodily power and control. We are mind controlled little robots and voodoo dolls. Getting padded down for absolutely no reason.
Is this America's revenge? It better not be.
Is this America's revenge?It better not be.
Burn the Constitution, and the Articles. Bombs away on the White House, terrorists in control. Let our screams ring thru out the liberty bell. Let our apikes and chains be used to destroy Mount Rushmore.
This is America's revenge. What do we have to lose?
This is America's revenge. What do we have to lose?
Don't let em get in the way! This is America. This is our way!
Is this America's revenge? It better not be.
Is this America's revenge?It better not be.
Burn the Constitution, and the Articles. Bombs away on the White House, terrorists in control. Let our screams ring thru out the liberty bell. Let our apikes and chains be used to destroy Mount Rushmore.
This is America's revenge. What do we have to lose?
This is America's revenge. What do we have to lose?
Don't let em get in the way! This is America. This is our way!
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