

Cold SteelCold steel in my palm Bite into deserving flesh, Ease my pain awhile.Cold Steel


CrackIt started out slow, Like a crack in a windshield.Crack
*Crack* Come out to dinner with me? Sorry, you say. Have stuff to do then. So I compromised with a smile, Knowing somewhere in me what was inevitable. *Crack* Feel like a movie? Sorry, you smile. Going with friends to see it. So I conceded with a smile, Denying accepting what I knew was coming.
*Crack* Whyd you flinch when I held your hand? Sorry, your eyes lowe


Don't clickI sit, watching my fingers fly across the keyboard through frameless glasses, hair slightly damp from my shower and curling about my ears, faded old shorts soft against my thighs and worn Metallica shirt blocking my torso from the chilling night wind coming from the window, and wonder if this is just some ploy to keep me from working on the things Im actually supposed to be doing.Don't click


Break up, shake upThis break up, It shakes up Everything I thought about me and you And us As parts and as a whole.Break up, shake up
This backwards dance, A worn romance Like one of the sappy novels you read And worshiped As if I would suddenly fit into a plot line.
This break down, It takes down Everything I had hoped was real and good And safe As love and able to be trusted.
This new me, Can be truly me Like who I was before you came along And twisted As though you didnt love me but what I could become.


single lens reflectsFace of fenestration, open-shut eyes Snap me with idyllic lenses filtered Blistered dedication from the blazing skies Foggy in the mind of the bewildered Blurring out of focus - my hidden flaws You capture only what you want to see Denying rule of thirds and other laws And cropping out my failures, blemish free Under-exposed and over developed On your infinite fantasy film reel Dream-like pictures color toned enveloped To place in a stop-action ferris wheel I am not perfect through infrared eyes Just framed in a semi-matte glass disguise.single lens reflects
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Dr. Wilson: Is there a light somewhere that goes on when I have food?
House: Green for food, orange for beverages, red for impure thoughts. That bulb burns out every two weeks.
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Dr. Wilson: Is there a light somewhere that goes on when I have food?
House: Green for food, orange for beverages, red for impure thoughts. That bulb burns out every two weeks.
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Highway to HELL!!!!
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Dr. Wilson: Is there a light somewhere that goes on when I have food?
House: Green for food, orange for beverages, red for impure thoughts. That bulb burns out every two weeks.
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Dr. Wilson: Is there a light somewhere that goes on when I have food?
House: Green for food, orange for beverages, red for impure thoughts. That bulb burns out every two weeks.
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Dr. Wilson: Is there a light somewhere that goes on when I have food?
House: Green for food, orange for beverages, red for impure thoughts. That bulb burns out every two weeks.
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Blood makes grass grow green.
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