Thoughts to RestChildish memories Soccer and hopscotch Daffodils and laughter Holding hands and singing I remember those days While I wait in my holding cell Thinking of the yesteryearsThoughts to Rest
Mommy I’m your baby Papa, your little girl is waiting Tell me how you’re proud of me Whisper those words that hold me captive I forgot what it’s like to believe That everything in this world will be alright I keep forgetting that I can be loved
Visions of red And thoughts of death Won’t you hold me gently As I cry out my last breath I&
Here's to YouHere’s to the girl with long blonde hair.Here's to You
To the girl who frowns in her shadow While playing with her thumbs.
Farfetched and four eyed, Tall and lanky, thin from where I stand, Here’s to the girl no one knows.
Slender face, flat chest. Not yet a women where it all should count. Simple mind with Barbie doll thoughts, Dreams of fairy tale delights.
Here’s to the girl who dresses in black. Some Saturday morning cartoon reject on her shirt. To the girl who pierced her face and cut her wrists. The blonde haired loser, geek and
The MarionetteWe are but puppets in this life; Stationary in our misery and travesty.The Marionette
Strings, tethered to our limbs like chains, Prohibit our ability to spread our wings And fly freely into this world of liberty.
A marionette; Condemned by expectations, A never occurring memory. Rules, regulations --like an endless disease; We can’t escape the lives we’ve created, Nor the people we’ve allowed To take hold of our strings…
And suspend us weightlessly above a dream.
Damnit all...
Tired
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Jesters are sexy!
"There is no map to human behavior."-Bjork
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Some people are like slinkies not really good for anything, but you can't help but giggle when they tumble down the stairs.
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FAIL!
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we'll define everything i've sworn doesn't exist.
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