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HiatusRoll out the bloody carpet
Vacuum the bacteria and dust
I held an unwisely considered few close to my heart
Mentally unhealthy juxtaposed with a naive mistrust
Curtain call on a July's eve
Delicate and shaking, no tricks up my sleeve
I shoot from the hip, spit straight and release the weight
Of course regrets divided into levels of the problematic sets
Headspace or headtrip
The space between the index and the thumb
Is where I've resisted taking suicide's hand
Mine tremble when my emotions regularly grow numb
Every day is like deja vu
Every morning delivers a craving for an impure brew
I resist and stay cold no matter the scorching heat
Mistakes are a minor inconvenience before they come together and stand as an obstacle I fail to beat
Drayton is going to sleep, a long blackout so he doesn't have to weep
An extended vacation, an indefinite sabbatical
I need to overdose on life, roses, her and the occupied afternoon
Coming back soon during an undecided timeframe
Someday I'll be the child
If I Knew YouShe confided in someone within earshot
Eavesdropping on an open secret
She told them there was a void, a singular stature
Temptation to forget and immerse in pleasant thoughts, just to leave it
I hear stories on the regular regarding the long-term partner
Could be Freddy, it could be Arthur
Focus drifts, we'll chalk it down to high-performance menial tasks
Something sinister yet caring wants to pull her aside and ask
Why stay when the conditions pale in comparison
To sickeningly adoring equals
Why persist knee-deep in chronic masculine bullshit
All the tools to fund your sequel
Let me re-trace uneven steps and get a one-eyed view of the prequel
The other eye is covered by my fingers during one particular scene where he made public reference to the pride in his steeple
She lied as I have and told them it will get better
Believe it or not she may just believe it
Due to experience in wading through salems lot
Can't shake the suspicion that she's convinced she actually means it
The Familiar AbsenceBlack ink, no exceptions
Maudlin demeanour since traumatic inception
Hesitant conception bred a dark chromosome collection
Healthy and joyous though there was manouvering room for reluctant correction
Drawn to the suicide girl and the worry
Repeating the visual showcase of mistakes in younger youth in a hurry
The music penetrating memory has mellowed following treks across the spectrum
Fashion is in fasion, black to the back
Maturity stands in the way of returning to bang that drum
But I won't forget the beginning of a disastrous self-discovery
Brief moments of recovery, shuffling feet determined to plant firmly
I've grown older, wiser is up for debate
Someday Ill travel into the familiar absence as a means to learn and create
Found DeadPenning lists of geographical relevance to dismiss graphic mental imagery
Making Schindler blush
The bare minimum spews from my subconscious mouth
Ongoing wars are ours upon which to verbally touch
You said your piece and I'm inclined to agree
If the resolution is your departure from me
How to say it even when inhibitions scratch the surface of the barrel
Lock-jaw holds back the quarrel
Born out of misunderstanding of who I am supposed to be
Found dead with a quote from his favourite film hanging from his lips
A discussion featuring his opinion disuaded by her burning hips
Stood a foot from the border of normality on the inside of a tedious trip
On his person were witty bullet points and one shell missing from the clip
Why pull a fast one, a cowboy stunt on the messenger
When a valid musing went unspoken
That primary step is a deathtrap but alas, a necessary slap
My perceived intellect positions me a rung above the out-of-towner token
Problems in all shapes and sizes and even a speech
Fuck It.Throwing suggestive stones
Neck stretched for a hint of a reaction
The stars crash steady
And I'm hovering the loop, forgotten in the vicinity of rated R action
18+, six years fueled
Democracy states that majority rules
So the protocol is inclusion whether or not time constraints are an issue
Could it be that everyone I pretend to be is a sideshow fool
Try to fit in and hold the role
Agree and demonstrate a lesson in clinging to a slender fold
In a specific two there is a great disappointment
Sick burn to keep me guessing, pass the ointment
The worst part is there aren't many left
The lonesome west is more than a unimaginative title, in conclusion I am bereft
In favour of out-of-the-box shined up friends
All this as my depressive anxiety appeared on the mend
Viva *Your Name Here*Hail the sun
Praise a deity
Choose a controversial idol
For the simple fact they performed two nights at the gaiety
Convince yourself the author speaks to you
And for you, kindred spirits yet to meet
Shiver in line for a signature
Then suckle from the vinyl's teet
Bluffing your way through a critique of alien endeavors
Full steam ahead
Unleash signs of cognitive dissonance once shown to be wrong
Cheeks flash strawberry red
Bow for royalty
Blindly excuse the tax evasion
Their persistence represents pride
Barge past flag-pendant bearers and suffer an acute abrasion
From incestous proliferation to the next dim generation
Is it 1984?
This abandoned and arrogant rock keeps spinning
So why are you settling for lesser heroes when you should be crying out for more?
Ranting humourlessly about the significance of outdated concepts
Neo serfs are guided by sports
Winds of change come full circle in gale force
Dire straits won't subside regardless of patriotic retorts
Outer appearance resembles the
Festival-Parts 1-4Part one: The Other Side
These are the perils of drum and bass decadence
In a vs. mash-up with new London house
Spied an unidentified white powder around the rim
Your mistake, the authority can catch me brewing quiet as a mouse
Moonwalking on sand, harder than it looks
This or the holiday home skimming on female-orientated trashy books
Still yet to burn, optimism shuns the blister
Aloof attitudes in the sun will eventually peel protective tape from the plaster
Though the modern hippie, tye-dye and I have something in common
I abhore your reliance on cliched mantras apart from equivalent exchange, the irresponsibility crafter
If irony is truly a dead scene
Where does that leave the casuals
Crossed from a reggae performance
To offer worth to the techno beat-flashers travels
Early morning stoned gentleman
Two-skinned breakfast followed by breakfast followed by thirds
Dropouts replaced by dropkicks, Murphy style
Walk off the haze accompanied by Jeru, before 21st century change in flavour,
RegardlessThe dual is overdue
We swap padded gloves for bare hands
Mirror your subtle gestures subconsciously
Though I won't entertain the idea of liking your favourite bands
You and I are nothing alike
Which is how you've held my focus so long
It's an education and a an advancement in foreign sub-cultures
Every day with you. I'm open to embarassment in the form of a mutually favored pop song
We're not meant to be together
But I have a problem with authority
If you say it's not to be furthered
And that the fraternity shouldn't mix with the sorority
All I hear is outdated concepts
And a point of view I will lovingly murder
Untitled-Part FourWhen the BBC broadcasted fantasy circa 1975
Which hovered around beneath the cortex of every dim-witted child
They could not have envisaged an amalgamation of greed
To glaze the attitudes of gimme gimme that to this day run wild
That is where I come in, I've spied the gazelle
Reap the lions-share and strip naivety down to a carcass
Vultures themselves void of common manners
Hunger Games rules apply on word of a sale in the circus
Repeat my stance on increased skulking room
Because every rack is a hazard if a crowd develops
Your bright ideas of cease and desist are too soft to cut mustard
Coffee and a cigarette before I lament how the pressure enveloped
Half ass? Both sides in place equals success
The line of work is for gossip and an execution of charitable surrogacy
Deep in the heart of evening drinks it's an element of vicarious bragging rights
Stun the nurse and the response unit goon squad into selling material assets with great urgency
Something tells me there is pride for the few
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
Somebody's DaughterLet it out, my dear, goodbye
Breathe relief, i'm gone, tears dry
Never meant, how could i be so blind
Your hollow shell will fill sometime
And i know this cant wait 'til tomorrow
So madly in pain, stricken with sorrow
Squeeze the juice out of life now i'm gone
And your lips move upwards, nothing's wrong
Feel free to dance in the rain and sing our song
And i hope when you enter a room you feel as though you belong
And i know this can't wait until tomorrow
There was no more time that i could beg, steal or borrow
Raise your head from the gutter without me
It's alright, we all have to bleed
Once in awhile you may think of me
Cast it away, that memory is there to sow the seed
No defence, i was far too busy treading water
And i forgot that you were somebody's daughter
Now go eat life like wanted to
Take a bite of the apple and i'll know what you said was true
We'll move on in very different ways
You will ascend and i'll find shelter with the stray's
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