The window brings something fresh to the table- air, sunshine and a rather pleasurable picture of the street below. The cars sound as you quietly dismiss me from your presence What is it this time? because you can? you don't want to or can't "deal" with me right now? you just don't want to talk to me? your busy? please tell me, enlighten me as to your reasoning for my early dismissal I beg you- dismiss me untill I finaly realize this isn't what you wanted in the first place, you never wanted ...

The sun peers through the oh so tightly locked window with a hopeful deceit of tragedy I can still hear them screaming, I can still hear them crying in a loud voice of despair Still I stand here Staring at the floor Cleansing the knife I dug to and from their backs They are dead but so am I.

Physical contact with a human being as yourself- a beautiful being. Oh, what a feeling It slowly tilts between two choices - you decide What is it going to be? The awkwardness of an eith grader recieving her first kiss or the "C" you received in Chemistry last semester? Its not awkward once you realize the being your next to is me- the girl from your oh so certian dream Yes yes the dream, only one because it replicates every evening you fall asleep thinking of me. We find ourselves in the mid...

My mirror has been lying to me I will have to have a talk with it later It fed me lies as I was brushing my teeth "you are beautiful" - fucking liar! For a few moments off to bed I nurtured the idea of a beautiful self existing only in my head It was a lie of course, a vague ruthless lie I grit my teeth and fall asleep Lies don't fade with time- especially this kind.

My mirror has been lying to me I will have to have a talk with it later It fed me lies as I was brushing my teeth "you are beautiful" - fucking liar! For a few moments off to bed I nurtured the idea of a beautiful self existing only in my head It was a lie, a vague ruthless lie I grit my teeth and fall asleep Lies don't fade with time- especially this kind.

This man in his fancy few peice suit Contemplates his death as he entertains the world He channels his mind into what he he must do to get by Oh, wont you just play us one more song Just pull your shit together one more time Right or wrong- you'll be here untill nine nine in the afternoon Your eyes are the size of the moon And regardless of what society states your our piano man Keep up the pace tick-tock tick-tock the clock is falling your running out of time time to really shine to show us ...

I am a sexual being A mosiac of diverse beginnings My sexuality defines the inner most oart of my soul I am venturing out beyond the door with only one sign meant for personal use My feet land with a soft solitary step on cold hard teirs lying just above one another There is a door up ahead- no, no There are two doors up ahead The first with bulky exterior markings at eye level I am expected to walk through this door any moment now but I do not For I have found the other with its elegant insc...

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The cold air hits my skin | just as the climate crawls in | all to slow for me to notice | shredded by state lines | your voice quivers on the telephone line one last time | these airwaves are found to be the only thing separating | the string burnt before our very eyes | our bodies- marvels of time | listen closely darling- you can hear the wind whisper a soft goodnight Oh and the butterflies are back to remind me of you | and well make this finale last one thousand times | only the very bes...

The entire world revolves around a single axis. Throughout this particular year I seemed to be completely oblivious to the inhabitants of society and the vague contraption we reside upon. Now I see clearly that this was just a dash along my personal timeline, a rather large dash. I believed I had found the very thing the entire world should acquire, I was wrong. I was dead wrong and now I find myself picking up lost hope in the form of broken glass. This dismembered hope has sharp edges which...