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When We MetI walked through the long halls, half looking, half finding, but never entirely succeeding in one endeavor or the other, wandering aimlessly through different doors and rooms. These places all had their variety of novelties, some more entertaining than others. After crossing the threshold of a room with odd and humorous illustrations on the walls I came to yet another door. It was of the same design as the rest and so did not seem out of place. I opened it and continued through.
A relaxing tune was playing in this room and I was surprised to see others flowing to and fro among the great pillars. Some of these beings felt familiar, but none seemed to know who I was. I was able to overlook this strange feeling and make myself comfortable sitting and observing the gathering. A few members came over to make polite conversation but no one stayed very long.
After a time I began to grow weary of this unorthodox party
PrismHold my heart in my hands for the whole world to kill,
On my knees for the final passage:
Still beating out love when you looked in my eyes.
His name was your knife, you stabbed me.
I just sit here and laugh out of fear for my soul,
Will I fade or do you still love me?
When this world is a tomb and I'm clawing for air,
Would you lay down your light above me?
Your light shines through a prism,
It's an ever changing hue.
If I had to choose between life and death,
You know that I'd choose you.
If I had to choose between life and death,
You know that I'd choose you.
I beg you to please stop your tormenting game,
Unshackle my heart and free me.
I can't roll the dice if there's nothing to win,
Make up my mind or leave me.
Watch you walk away till my eyes to turn to tears,
They blur out the world around me.
Through the rain I can make out your two silhouettes.
Hold his hand and forget about me.
Your light shines through a prism,
It's an ever changing hue.
If I had to choose between life and d
The Words to SayHe shoved his hands deeper into his coat pockets, it was cold. The winds of the world blew their malice on him and sent a shiver down his spine as he watched his breath rise from his lungs.
"The sun will rise soon," he thought. "Even winter nights don't last forever."
His heels clicked and echoed down the desolate alleys, both oppressive and liberating in the same instance. The dawn began creeping through the fog.
"It's now or never."
He thumbed through the contents of his pockets: a few pencils, an old candy wrapper. Something was missing.
The sun stretched a few tantalizing rays through the dark, calling to him. He tried but couldn't find what he was looking for. He slumped to his knees and reached in his other pocket: an old receipt from a coffee shop a few days ago.
Simple 4-LineIn love with me,
In lust with him,
So am I lost?
Or did you win..
If I had spoke
Instead of said,
Well, looking back,
I thought I did..
But you were deaf,
Or heard too well..
You gave me life
But talked of Hell.
I heard the tales
But I can't tell:
Are poison thorns
Just golden bells?
We live and learn
Or learn to live
Or die to love.
I'd love to give
My heart to you
So love me back,
You'll fall with him.
Untitled 1I drank all your lies
I was parched for truth.
You poured your sin into my soul.
You filled up my glass,
I lapped up your filth,
Addiction kept you in control.
I prayed I could quit
And just walk away,
To turn your back and end my pain.
A demon in white,
An angel in black.
Lashed to your rock with torment's chains.
You burned me alive
Condemned in your soul
I never knew how deep pain was.
I want to be free,
An impossible dream;
I'd die without your tortured love...
Unaltered SophisticationThe winter morning started like any other day. I ate my Cheerios, had some toast, and began getting ready for school. I had decided yesterday that I would be riding my snowmobile to school, an action I had taken many times in the past. Little did I know, this time would be different, this time it would result in one of the most incredible survival stories of all time.
"Go warm up the sled," said my mother after I had finished breaking my fast.
"I'm all on that like a fat kid on a cupcake," I replied as I made my way out of doors to start the snowmobile.
The sled started easily, as it usually does, being a Yamaha and all. The cloud of smoke reassuringly billowed from the machine, and the mellow hum of the engine was all that could be heard on such a quiet morning. I made my way back inside to finish packing for the day.
Since I was only going to school, I thought I'd be cool, and not wear snow pants or boots. Big mistake,
Love Song for DagmarShes a glutton, shes no kitten; she can stuff her face for Britain
See her sitting in her Citroen, you can spot her from afar.
She is buxom, she is brazen, see her bottom, its amazing,
She is straining at the straplets of her cantilevered bra.
Shes an airship, shes a trawler, still I worship and adore her
Shes a randy landslide riding in her flash French car.
As a goddess, shes the oddest, and shes vulgar and immodest
Shes the empress of breast, she is my sweet Dagmar.
Shes no figment, shes no fragment, shes a fat fridge magnet
and shes sticking like a limpet to that big white door.
You can like it, you can lump it, shes a slattern, shes a strumpet
You can fill her to the limit - shell come begging you for more.
I am smitten, sycophantic; in her panties shes gigantic
As Im straddled, panting, frantic on the pinewood pantry floor.
See her glorious posterior, imperious, superior -
He lays me down & spreads me out on his bed.
He tells me he wants to relieve my stress & help me rest my head.
He runs his fingers through my hair & he kisses my lips,
He takes away the tension by playing with me below my hips.
As my legs are up high in the air,
I feel like I have no worries or cares.
He plays me so hard I let out a slight yell,
& I wonder if something this good will put me in hell.
Some people told me I shouldn't try
Because all you do is make me cry
But I love you to much to let you go
I love you more then you think you know
You tell me that you just don't care
All those times I needed you there
to hold me when i hurt real bad
to dry my tears, and take my sad
you can't understand how i feel inside
when it was over, I just died
All I want is for you to see
is what you really mean to me
Ever since that horrible day
that i heard those words you had to say
I can't stop thinking about you
I want you to know all this is true
Everything you've read
is about the things you've said
I'll never, ever stop tryin'
But I am so sick of Cryin'
April's HouseThe man who would be my lover through April had a daughter.
I showed her Playboys from 1999 and she grabbed at my breasts.
In mid-April my lover's grandmother died in a Michigan hospital.
The night before we had hurried sex on a friend's floor and in his shower.
I lay naked on a dark blue couch watching B list horror movies
with names like Frankenhooker and drank carbonated strawberry wine.
The floor was covered in empty Bacardi bottles and powdered Cheetos
while the bathroom smelled of concentrated bleach and urine.
I could crawl out onto the flat tarry roof through a second story window.
On the fourth of July I sat on the functionless brick chimney and got high.
The roof in South Oakland always reminded me of Mary Poppins.
Vodka coursing through my blood, I danced like a chimney sweep.
A man with bleached hair and long nails filed to a point walked me home.
He said, Margaret, I want you, and I knew I had stayed in a house full of lies.
Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:
I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now
The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...
They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give
I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending you this letter
If it gets to you, then let me know
Reply to me and tell me clear
Can we still be a family?
Can I hope to have you near?
We've been through hell and I know I've done wrong
I never should have stayed just an angry kid
And now that we have one of our own;
I think I know that I need to quit
So please just give me a second chance
In MemoriamAfter: I set on the walk to home,
By woodland paths; I paced, I paced
But then as the cloak of dark came down,
I nearing my old town- was not braced
For that image of moths, flickering blue-
I stumbled there; reminded of you.
So I spun on my heels in evening gloam,
By autumn leaves I raced, I raced
Away from the moments that rendered in silver,
Cast glamour on the forest face
And stabbed through the shimmer of early dew-
I could have died there, surrounded by you.
The Feelings That LingerThe Feelings That Linger:
The sound of your voice still lingers here
Even though I know you're gone...
And my nights have turned to sleepless days;
They grow worse with every dawn...
You've probably heard this story though
At least a thousand times or more.
But the thing I remember best about her
Is the sound of that closing door...
It was like the end to everything;
A cloud inside my head.
When I came awake on that final night;
I reached for her in bed-
But an empty space was all I got;
There was no one to wipe these tears.
I could scream and cry for many hours;
But it wouldn't chase my fears.
I tried so hard to tell myself
That everything would be alright.
But instead I ended up reminsicing
About her ever-present light...
I'm just so tired of everything;
I wish I didn't have to think...
But maybe you'll hear me one last time;
If I put this down in ink:
We had a life that was beautiful
KissYou don't need to put your hair up
To show you wear a crown
You don't need to paint your face up
To make my walls fall down
You don't need a Wonderbra
To let your sexy shine
You don't need gold or diamonds
To tell the world you're fine
You don't need designer clothes
To prove that you have class
You don't need to know Houdini
To make the magic last
All you need is your sweet love
To be the woman I dream of.
His Never-Wed BrideBriskly comes the bloody winter winds vent
Gray dusk looms over my shattered homestead
The crows caw makes known the warriors descent
Across the dying pasture, misted red
Glory, comes now my once sweetly adored!
Fighting brothers with valiant reluctance
His tender eyes shut, his breathing no more
His body lies stone-cold with stiffened stance
How well he fought for his country and lass
Like Prince Paris, fighting for what he claimed
Now laid ready for a still, somber mass
His face in my conscience forever famed
Gone is the restful warmth of his skin
Gone is the honey-like voice from his tongue
Yet, here he lays, surrounded by my kin
His bluing ears deaf to their praises sung
His eyes like mirrors reflect my despair
His hand is unresponsive to my grasp
Though I know his spirit now watches where
He can escape all maddened soldiers' clasps
Heavens bells peal, the seraphine choir sings
For he has joined the chorus of angels
I can nearly hear his pleasant voice ring
Ballad 1You've got your big plans and I've got my songs.
And someday you'll fall in love in a far off place.
Your springs will come and your summers pass
and your dreams will shine their light,
But even then the final won't be the last.
You'll think that he's the one but you're not satisfied.
He makes you feel alive but you're not whole.
You'll spend your time and you'll share your life
but it never seems quite right,
You always feel there's something you don't like.
We had the time,
We could've changed our minds,
But there's no way back there now.
The past is cold
And the future holds
the dark uncharted ground.
-Insert appropriate guitar solo here-
I wake up every day and I hear your voice,
It tells me I have to carry out the day.
I've tried so hard to let you go
but you own a piece of me.
I wonder if you'll ever, ever know.
Ever night I fall asleep to your pain;
I know that somewhere we both missed the
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