How beautiful it is to lock your self inside
to turn the volume all the way up
and let the words of your favorite artist,
your most compatible soul, paint the bathroom walls,
with tranquil melodies.

How free it feels to let each note fill the recesses of your mind,
until you are hollow no more

How rebellious it must be stand in the spot where you and him made love, and let the warm shower water cover your icy veins and open wounds with embrace and dignity

How badly you want to scream and shout and declare your anger unto the world,
how badly you want to shatter mirrors and forget the memories,

Well darling, shatter away,
Graffiti the walls with words that make you cringe,
rip the doors off their hinges,
ignite the memories in flames till your mind is burning,
not for the past,
but for something new
something grand.

Throw the ashes in the ground and let them cultivate and grow,
into something they were never capable of being.
break down the barriers.
defy the odds of what this cookie cutter universe of fallen stars and broken dreams has to offer.

You're not like them.
you're not a fallen star,
your edges are never stagnant
you're like the sun,
you rise
you fall
you have your lows
but even when the shadows off the night lurk in,
we still see your glow.

These lungs are stones lying heavy in my chest
Breathing in the nicotine toys you smoke so slyly from your chapped lips
While under your arm in the church parking lot
You pray to who you call God
As the skeletons fall from your cigarette
Begging that we stay bound until the hour's death

  Is it the scars you hide under your stubble that attracts me to your sin?
  Or the ghosts in your pores that smell of tobacco and mint?
They loved you so much, am I one of them now?
You could have done better but I'm afraid that I can't
     You're the only type I believe keeps my sane
     You're the only type that breaks my brittle brain
How many more cracks do I dare sustain?

  But all of you leave scars under my stubble
  And the ghosts in my pores smell like tobacco and mint
I'm three packs in and I'm more alone than ever
Maybe tomorrow will bring a better "forever."

I'm trying to break out
From underneath the leaves
That fall on top of me
From the tree next to where I sleep

But then I remember
You're no longer there
To help me crawl my way back out
So that I can finally sleep

I'll try to pretend
That this isn't the end
And fill my thoughts with memories
Of your heart across my hands

I just wish I would've been more gentle
And not have held it to hard
And too close to my own
Because now I don't feel at home.

What's the point anymore
The depression is too strong and I am too weak
I can feel it clawing at my soul
Breaking my bones turning me into jelly
I can hear its whispers in my ears
Telling the rest of my body to just ******* give
What's the point anymore
My blood has already blackened
And eyes have already dried from the nonstop crying
My head aches and my heart is non-existent
I just need a respite from the ******* called life
Only I wish it would be permanent
No more tightropes, afraid I may fall 30 stories to my death
Not that it would be a bad thing to begin with
Funny I say I hate life so much but I'm terrified of death
Maybe a part of me wants to live
Forcing me to second guess every move I make
Only making it that much worse
What's the point anymore
Maybe there is one and I just can't see it
Maybe it's not just my left eye that is blind
Maybe it is me as a whole
And death isn't the answer I seek
Maybe just maybe I'll see

Shirley!
Shirley, Shirley bo Birley Bonana fanna fo Firley
Fee fy mo Mirley, Shirley!

Lincoln!
Lincoln, Lincoln bo Bincoln Bonana fanna fo Fincoln
Fee fy mo Mincoln, Lincoln!

Come on everybody!
I say now let's play a game
I betcha I can make a rhyme out of anybody's name
The first letter of the name, I treat it like it wasn't there
But a B or an F or an M will appear
And then I say bo add a B then I say the name and Bonana fanna and a
fo
And then I say the name again with an F very plain
and a fee fy and a mo
And then I say the name again with an M this time
and there isn't any name that I can't rhyme

Arnold!
Arnold, Arnold bo Barnold Bonana fanna fo Farnold
Fee fy mo Marnold Arnold!

my face is like a broken jigsaw puzzle with pieces that don't match up and my heart is like a never ending flame of love and hatred mixed into one and my fingers are often trembling and weak but i swear that if i was given a chance i could love you better than any human being possibly could i would tell you how your eyes have more depth than the sky as the sun sets on the horizon i would treat you the way the moon treats the streets echoing beautiful lights onto the road i would swallow the ocean and pour myself dry for you if you asked me to i swear that if we collided you and i would be the world