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Literature
The Setting of the SPLINTERed Sun.
...But then the sun became an ink blot in the sky...
I should have told her then, before the fireflies left her eyes
That she had a beautiful mind and it was one of a kind.
I should have let her know that she was not like the rest.
But then the sun slipped away, leaving us in darkness.
Dark as a dead sun, grim as a graveyard...
Short is the life of the dragon...who never learned to fly.
Dead and dead and only dead...leaving regret to fill my head.
No one to hear my apology. No one to apologize to me.
Just left me to try and understand,
The word you left burning in my hand.
I know that I can feel you near me.
I know I felt you hold my hand.
I know that you're still here with me.
But I don't understand.
WHY?
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I'm sorry I was silent.
I'm sorry that you suffered.
I'm sorry I never told you that...
That like you, my days were numbered.
I'm sorry I never held your hand.
I'm sorry I never said I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that no one else understands.
I'm sorry I did
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Literature
Smile
You asked me to smile
When I wasn't happy.
I carried you through the fire
When my bones were broken.
Nothing seems to be
Worth the misery.
And I'm surrounded
by those who devour
the helpless.
I can hear
The funeral bells:
A eulogy of fire,
on this dead planet's pyre.
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Literature
Guess My Name
The faster you run
The closer behind you I'll be.
My cold hand extended with a touch
That will end your suffering.
Oh, why run from me?
You can keep running.
I'll continue to follow.
But you'll soon grow tired.
You'll soon feel my hollow
Embrace, and you'll run to me
Like the life long friend
I've been waiting to see.
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Literature
Endless Tonight
If you want to drink this water then you’ll have to break through the ice.
Tentative I focus on the words that she pleads to me, pulsing, I toss the dice.
Don’t pretend you can’t feel your heart icing over. You're shivering my dear.
Clutching to your precious nothingness, shrouded and left bereft by what happened here.
Endless tonight
Endless tonight
Can you feel the chilling fear in here?
We pray into the candlelight…
Crawling up your spine, the icy hands of regret…
Tonight will be a night that you can never forget.
Whispers in the darkness…Water spilt on a frozen mirror…
her stormy eyes…
Stagnant repentance ‘neath a pivoting cross, we pray with visible breath.
We set the stage again, our hearts aflame as everything between us dies.
Oh how did I get here again?  When I had the chance I should have greeted death.
She draws her finger to her lips as though she’s done this before,
Tangible faith in the air, she swears
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Literature
Devours
Bereavement fills this void,
The hole you dug in me
From all the Somethings you’ve destroyed.
Transposition is my only constant.
The keystone cracked in two
And shattered on the stones beneath
She holds in her hand
Something sacred beyond belief
Barely breathing, he watches as she
Devours
The very essence of his presence, she
Devours
Every iota of his pride inside, she
Devours
To keep herself alive
Watch him as he dies.
The reservoir of dryness
Waters my hanging garden
The blades of grass bent over,
Becoming blessed and broken
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Literature
Pridiotic
Why can't we be more like flowers?
Bowing only when we DIE.
Why cant the fallen stars enchant us?
I'll savor this goodbye.
I can die
Prettier than you.
I can die
Prettier than you.
I can be a dogma too.
Why am I not allowed to ask these questions?
Is it wrong to seek some verication-
Just a little bit?
Your hands, feet, and alibis
Are full of holes and I
can die prettier than you can.
I can die
Prettier than you.
I can die
Prettier than you.
I can be a martyr
Just like you.
I can die
Prettier than you.
I can die
Prettier than you.
I can be a dogma too.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
This seems unhealthy.
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Literature
LITTLE-MISS-LIVING
Her life is the darkness
Just before the break of day.
They tell her "Learn to love the colour."
But how can she when her world is grey?
She hasn't shed a tear
Since she was just a little girl.
Holds her head high,
With cold eyes.
Hating every living person in this unforgiving world.
He calls her Little-Miss-Living.
And she hates him for this.
She calls him cruel and unforgiving.
He sighs a reply,"you're probably right."
Then leaves her for the night.
She refuses to wear a smile.
Why even bother?  They're all as clear as glass.
It isn't worth her time to pretend
For all those empty people she'll pass.
In her frozen garden she grows,
Velvet rose, sanity unfurled.
She can't describe how she feels
As she observes such a cold, grey world.
Body falls, but the spirit climbs.
Rehearsed Rhymes, Troubled water spilling from her lips.
Dead thoughts stumble out of the new holes.
Creeping through the darkness of her mind, she trips.
He calls her Little-Miss-Living.
And she hates him for this.
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Literature
Eyelids Shut Wide-Open
In these streets where angels meet to scream and slit their skin
Dry lips part to stutter prayers in penance for their sins.
Fear forces her cold hands through my chest
Leaves my holy body burning in eternal rest
Forgetful executioner, leave me in my best.
Scorch my eyes in sacred flames.
Scorch my heart in sacred flames.
Eyelids shut wide-open
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Literature
Not In Control
Hello mister monster, creeping in my head.
I kill on your behalf and still you want me dead.
Hey mister monster in my head…for you
I slit myself up until everything is red.
This isn't me.
I'm drowning in He.
He's living inside.
Raping my mind.
I don't like the
Things you whisper
When I'm with her
Go away.
I can feel you
Under my skin
You let yourself in
Go away.
This isn't me.
I'm drowning in We.
They're living inside.
Everybody died.
Because of We.
Hey mister monster sleeping in my chest,
It hurts me when you're in there.  I really do detest.
Hey mister monster fucking up my life…
Stab myself in the head with the sharp end of this knife.
This isn't me.
I'm drowning in She.
They're living inside.
Fucking up my life.
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Literature
Mirror Unforgiving
We've got to learn
The easiest ways
To rearrange
The geography of our faces.
Turned around
And upside-down,
Drowning like Narcissus.
The reflection of what
I want to be
Hangs for me to see,
Calls, like poison, out to me.
Mammal animal, so carnal...
It's hard to wield the scars.
It's hard to bear the ugly.
When eyes are ours;
Riddled with lace and stars...
Velvet suns and filling moons.
Hollywood and Sunday Cartoons.
I stare at the unforgiving mirror,
Head brimming with static and white noise.
Beautiful girls and beautiful boys.
Digging holes we need to fill,
then selling back the dirt.
Selling blanket faces to steal
the hearts, cutting out the hurt.
The mirror does not forgive.
The mirror does not forget.
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Literature
Father
Can you still hear the music
Through the holes in your skull?
Or are you too far gone?
You're out of fucking control.
Everything I do, I do it all for you.
This is the thanks I get.
You didn't think that one through.
How could you do this to me?
How could you do this to you?
Figure it out, figure it out.
We've had this conversation
A million fucking times before.
Your head is up your ass.
You're a freak.  I can't ignore this.
How else can I say it
To get it through your head?
I'm not yelling, I'm not yelling.
Son you're dressing like a faggot.
Go to church, cut your hair.
You've been readin' the devil's bible.
I'm not yelling.  I'm not yelling.
Don't you paint your face up like a faggot,
I'll beat you down, son.
I'm not yelling.  I'M NOT YELLING.
Follow the rules or sleep outside.
I'm not yelling.  I'M NOT YELLING
Can you still hear the music
Through the holes in your skull?
Or are you too far gone?
Faggot, you're out of control.
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Literature
Watering Dead Flowers
There's a point where suicide
Weighs down so beautifully
On all of us; those left behind.
How many more times
Can I pick myself up off the ground?
Until there is nothing beautiful inside...
Left to be found...
I kiss all the roses as they fall.
Crying from the edge, I see them all.
I know that the tears I shed
Can't bring them back to me.
(I am)
Haunted by what inspired them to leave...
I kiss all the roses as they fall.
Screaming from the edge, I see them all.
I know that the tears I shed
Can't bring them back to me,
I long to join them underground
But still I breathe.
Watering dead flowers with reprieve.
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Literature
Nobody Likes A Sad Poet, Just Sad Poetry
Sick Spider-webs lace my wrists like insects in my skin.  
I think it's time to set them free, crimson crawling out of me.  
Silly spiders fall down to the floor, and I can't feel them anymore.  
I'd like to breathe-but the air just rots inside me.  
It's tragedy, and I can't help but noticing...I'm living temporarily.  
Like all of you, in misery.  
It's time to set me free.  
The taste of metal biting me, as I sink to the floor, I can't feel you anymore.  
I'd like to breathe-but the air just rots inside me.  
It's tragedy, and I can't help but noticing...You're fading from my memory.  
And I don't feel a fucking thing.
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Literature
Drowning (With Your Legs Around My Neck)
Give me a new sun to pretend doesn't exist.
Offer me new blue skies to blacken under these wings.
Crawling on the walls the reflections of my hate…
I see your face there, the voice of violence rings.
I'm drowning.
This is how I live, you can join or die.
3 AM and I'm getting lost in these sheets.
I'm drowning
So you want to find a personality under the me that you didn't believe could be.
Tell me,
Was what you found worth what you lost cutting your wrists on the edges
Of my blood-and-bone hedges?
My garden is running dry.
Because we're too afraid to die,
We fuck and then we cry.
I'm drowning
Every tear, every smile, every word, every time you cry:
Every lie.
You're a puzzle that I'd hoped would take more time.
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