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Pipe DreamsShe hates to read but loves to write
She's peaceful but she tends to fight
Scared of the dark,she adores the night
Scribbling poetry by a dim flashlight
Buried under blankets and sorrow
And would it be wrong,if she held back tomorrow?
With memories held to her chest,
clung to like a worn out teddy-bear
And when she closes her eyes,
She can't see
The pain surrounding her
Agoraphobic,she longs to travel
Too scared to do more than dream
She'll run away someday,she swears
When pigs can fly and dead men scream
That's when she'll free herself,yes
WritingI can't write
My brain fights
Every little rhyme I try to type
Every idea I have,my mind will wipe
Away like words in the sand
Blown away by a gust of wind,and
For every line I'm forcing out
One drop of rain falls to end the drought
Yes,my head kind of hurts
But I can write
RememberRemember the night
You hit me,
And said I'd amount to nothing?
Remember how I cried
And when mommy saw my bruises,
I did what you told me to
That's what good little sisters do
And then remember the day
You were the one to cry?
I'll never forget the way
You begged me to lie
Swear to her you fell
Oh,you prayed I wouldn't tell
And I didn't
Our secret.No one needs to know you're a loser,just like me
Remember how you ruined my childhood,
And remember how I never told?
Well,being the victim has gotten old
HumanShe's a geek,freak
I hate that girl
And she's so stupid and lazy
She's schizophrenic,and did you see the way
She looked at that other girl today?
Yep,she must be gay
She hears new insults every day
Piling them on,carrying them around the way
One might carry heavy luggage
She smiles through it all like she doesn't care
But behind the mask she wears,there
Can you see it?
She's just like you
Coming OutI've spent too long
Living with this repression
Acting as if nothing's wrong
And fear turns to aggression
That wasn't me before
I learned how to fake it
But that's not me anymore
And this lie,I can't take it
This is going to hurt,but I'm strong and I'll make it
All this time,I've been faking perfection
And if by baring my flaws
I will lose your affection
Then so be it
Facing RealityIt's hiding who you really are,because the people who love you most
Wouldn't love you so much if they knew the truth
It's watching new wounds form over long closed scars
Because old hurts always come back to haunt you
And the people who hurt you before
Always come back for more
It's when you're living a lie
And no matter how hard you try
You can't change the fact that
You aren't really good enough
It's when you've given up,and finally
You look and see
You'll always be alone
Or should I call you big sister?
You would have been older than me, but you left when you were still just a baby, before any of your little brothers and sisters were even born yet
Before you were even born yet
I'm sorry, big sister, or brother, or whatever you would have been
I wish we had met, that you could have met our parents
They're nice, and they love you a lot
Mommy was so sad when you died, when her very first baby died before she had a chance to live
I'm sure Mommy cried, but I wasn't there
I would have comforted her if I had been
I would have made you proud of me
Baby, I wonder where you'd be
If you were here today
You were beautiful
Just little hands and feet
I wish I could have seen you smile
I bet it was so sweet
Hi, big sister, or brother, or whatever you would have been
I hope someday we'll meet
I'm Sorry,MommyI'm sorry that I couldn't be the perfect girl you wanted
I tried so hard to be happy,but just like you I'm haunted
And underneath the laughter and the smiles that I flaunted
I was hurting,Mommy,just like you
I'm sorry I couldn't be strong
How it hurt
I'm sorry I didn't last so long
I feel like dirt
Because I see you trying to act alright,
Act alright for me
And I know it's my fault you and Daddy fight
I'm so sorry,I'll let you be
I'll say I'm okay
Just please wipe your tears away
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
Ακόμα μόνος του΄
περιπλανιέται εδώ και εκεί,
μα πάντα επιστρέφει,
αλλού δε βρίσκει καταφύγιο.
τόσο αδύναμος που κανείς δεν τον πιστεύει.
Ακολουθεί τα περιστ&
BloodRunning away, again and again through the years
Moving from white square to black and back
Packing and unpacking things without meaning
Carrying them from here to there religiously
The doctor says there’s nothing wrong, but still
I’m up at three, drinking coffee, coughing up blood
Watching the same old ghosts watching me
I don’t have to pack them when I move, they follow
A cannibal who’s eaten everyone around him
I’ve turned on myself now, three toes already gone
Watching the lights of the modem blink yellow
No connection; another cough, another coffee alone
CarcinogensMy hands smell
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
Asperger SyndromeAsperger Syndrome is awesome.
Asperger Syndrome is cool.
Asperger Syndrome rocks.
People with Asperger Syndrome are sweet but not that outgoing.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their interests.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their pet peeves too.
People with Asperger Syndrome are quirky.
People with Asperger Syndrome sometimes have other problems too.
People with Asperger Syndrome have feelings.
People with Asperger Syndrome are people too.
Pop Rocksbeads of roman sweat and dust
lace the wind like meth into pop rocks—
feel the fizzlepop of history flamenco
across your justahuman tongue
and wonder why your professor never
lectured on the strawberry tang
of crusaders' sloshed blood.
FreeI am finally
In my abilities
You can no longer hurt me
With disgusted expressions and
Eyebrows raised sardonically
If you don't believe in me
It matters not
I believe in myself enough for both of us
And I won't be brought down by your vicious plot
To destroy me with "constructive criticism"
With smirks and words of cynicism
For years you held me on a leash
But now,out of me comes a wild beast
And from you,my best friend,I am released
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