Writing Today's Poem [M -- As a Precaution]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]is a cell
molecular in structure
really all that different
from these three walls
and rows of bars

my latrine overflows
with the same ooze
that gods and God
created us from
in relative purpose

the clapping of my chains
reigns heavens echoes
as the pitter patter of rain
echoes my cell
and vibrates my cells

the warden and his children
fell from Olympus
or perhaps migrated from Asgard
for warden Allfather
is of the gallows, of the one-eyed liars

and gods and God alike
whisper to me in my cell
speak to my cells
as I evolve from man to ooze
and back to man

the clapping of my chains
reigns heavens echoes
as the pitter patter of rain
echoes my cell
and vibrates my cells


[/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1][b][u]bloodlustecstasies[/b][/u]
when i reach
the creative glory
to make a perfection
of another life
where will be the eternal reflection
of the scalpel knife

i was born in tissues
and in bloodlust ecstasies
i was concieved
i was breathed
and through gaping holes bleed

wondering who are you
who can so nicely kiss
who can so quietly lisp

my belly button is a pretty hate machine
an umbilical destroyer of everything
and al i wanted to be
and all i ever will need

wondering who are you
to tell me what to do
and i'm wondering
if it's too good to be true

the scalpel knife signifies
what wounds do to our eyes
and how pain can hurt
to become life

my bellybutton is a pretty hate machine
from it all of me was cleaved
and through it my brain grew
and through it all i know
has become all i hate

like bleeding unto an upsidedown cross
like spinning an empty bottle
and like kissing you when nothing's there
they continue to tear

like bleeding unto a rag doll's hair
like spinning on a ferris wheel
and like breathing in
the thin air of space
we pity ourselves in our life
and continue to tear

when i reach
the end
and when a leech
can suck me dead
the scalpel will cut me
again

and when i can
feel my bones decay
as i sit inside my grave
the maggots will cut me
again

in bloodlust
ecstasies
in the place
where i festered
in bloodlust
ecstasies
inside of
tendencies
where i festered

born from tendency
in the little [i]machina[/i]
born from ecstasy
in the little [i]machina[/i]
where i festered

born from sentimentals
in the little [i]machina[/i]
born from within the credentials
in the little [i]machina[/i]
where i festered

my bellybutton is a pretty hate machine
an umbylical destroyer of everything
and all i will ever be
and all i ever will need

and when i reach
the end
when a leech
can suck me dead
the scalpel will cut me
again

[b][u]bleeding brain kiss[/b][/u]
oh no the system's down
oh no the electrical monsters swooping
low onto the pavement streets
sweeping up us into outer space

we walk like we got shot in the head
with a gun with only one bullet
that bashed us to be broken

it's so easy to hear what they say
up there in space about us
the satallites beep perdition
of artifact antiques
too old to have a color and a name
too devoid and too grey

oh no the system's down
oh no the electrical monsters swooping
down on our homes and into
our beds
the boogey man lives even though
he's dead
the boogey man kills even though
he's dead

can nver get out of here
don't want to dispose this fear
to the trashcanman that stalks the
night still holding to what's
already dead
still holding on
the boogey man
to what's dead

we walk like we belong here. Astronomic.
our eyes to space. we explode with
fear. we walk like we got shot in
the head. through the bleeding
brain we kiss

through the bleeding brain we kiss.
can never get out of here. can
never get out of here. can
never leave without death near.
can never get off for fear.

the rockets blaze in the sky
riding the needless to cry
knowing gravity always
wins in the end knowing
that space is cold like a
cold snow

but still
we
want
to know

but still
we
want
to know

want to get out of here
want to leave this boogey
man but it's too late

oh no the system's down
oh no the electric monster
is swooping down and
being smushed like
a bug on the ground like
a rain drying up all other
sounds

its too late now.[/size]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]So I had the most delightful conversation,
With a girl that shared many qualities,
Dirty and sexy and definetly intelligent,
And we spoke of many things.

Compared our charming boyfriends down to the last letter,
Exchanged numbers even though we're not dating,
Sweet and gentle and amazingly sensual,
And completely worth my while.

We had a nice long sex session,
Full of topics of mutual interest,
But no details here,
A certain someone might kill me.

Either way I think it's love,
And she's gonna kill me for this,
But "hah" to all you men,
I have Jenna's number.[/color]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]Can you follow
with conversation
or are you deadlocked by indecision
all you argue
is a specter of your true self
your complacent conjunctures
fail to motivate
or incite
and all the thoughts you invite
are allowed no forum
what defines our actions
is our voice?s voice[/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1] Another in a line of poems which tie together...

[b][u]ring ogold[/b][/u]
hold my breath
whisp'ring
wearing wedlock screams
of a burning ring ogold
has been imbued on my skin
to receive me lest there is a gape

blinded, coveted on chains ogold
the nape omy neck held to me
a fox osly naked tease
held betwixt raping othe worst kind
i am blind of all i see

hold my breath
whisp'ring
asphyxia my sheltered nurse
coughing, sputtering rebirth
blackened godchild odreams
will you not hear my screams

in this bloodrain ofester
darkness is my master omy jester
majestic breather omy gesture
the tube omy own oppressor

my hands areo richrags
redfetal spiders' webs
that slit out omy head
the womb's spidersilk bed
where i lie in chains ogrime
otasty imbibe omy own
dementia built wood tomy home
the crawling mallow dome

a simple ring ogold
could turnto a shinny promise otrolls
to brute love osouls
oweary heart oweary head
the tunnel omy life
to live othis device
osad oheart i be
blind whither a rose
would wither rather arose
blinded othe sun an his happy heart
in the gallows where anubis skulls his cart

wherefore dost thou dwell
here oneath the bowels ohell
wherefore dost thou knell
thou hath no tune
thee sing lest others weep
thee sing ofeeble sleep

hold my breath
whisp'ring
the whip omy master
enslaves hunger orelease
the bre'h ofreedom's sleep
is oneath all else
smold'ring

fallen ones ohis accost
the broken accord olost
left to fester oour own demise
haloes omankind
the crooked omy virgin mary
the ones onazareth to carry
wi'h emaciated wings oteathers
we ride ono course ofeather
rather decay in mines oheather
the barren lands oweathers
inundated collapse oheaven
the underground oneath the land
place onomansland

a simple ring ogold
could hold me lest i groan
crackled obones
a simple ring ogold
devour'ng me
to live olucifer's device
machine osuffer'ng onto thee

oweary heart oweary head
to be othose above
li'ing oeschew an omortal flesh
li'ing othe great escape
from o't oheaven's gate[/size]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]The bats, the bats,
their senses twirl
on salty flats
and to unfurl
a slithered wing
an untold tale
to branches cling
dead lignin frail

it snaps, it snaps
and tumbles down
disturbs the mists
and breaks a crown
upon the grass -
Undignified.
The mammal's mask
of natural grace
has been displaced.

I snigger and it looks to me
as if I had not meant to see. [/color][/font]

[Mitch]

[size=1] they told me i was a stud
but i ate my muffin like a cookie master
and had my chocolate chips with kethup on a dish

it looked like blood as i dipped it in my hamburger
it even fell down my neck in rivulets like smoke
and i coughed like i had a choke
but i was really only looking to elope

they say i'm a stud
but i wanted to be a stick
so i took a stick
but it broke in pieces
that were an inch thick
and all i was left with
was to be a stud with a splinter
of a stick

what a dipstick
in some musical
like i'm romeo trying to steal their hearts
oh wherefore is a word i don't hear
but i can tell the ladies' kind is whispering
in each other's ears

shakespeare's down the hall
in the book we read
and he's talking about Cassius
and bondage queens

i don't want to be a stud of this kind
i need to ramify the right branch
and get my hand on it stern and snatch
then i'll be the man of chance
and spin the wheel of torture
and gaggle a laugh that's overture

shakespeare's always talking so kind
and writing his sonnets with mudslinging on his mind
saying her breasts, why they are dung
i'm too much of a stud to write that gestapo stuff
rather drink my diet coke like i gots the touchy-touch

they say shakespeare wrote his sonnets for money
like some playboy bunny
but look out what you say
he'd be caught today in the bathroom
reading playgirl in a dreamy haze

to be a stud or not be a stud
is the question of my whoring insides
and i wonder if anyone's taking any bribes
i've got a splinter that's so fine
all the hearts're sure to just fall over in time

here i wait so patiently
like a pagan with no brains
that only has a branch
to carry his legs
that are splinters
of a beggar's beg
here i wait so patiently
in the bushes behind
where colin built his powell
and curious george sails the seas

the aggravation of being a stud
how much like eating the lamb of love
and mixing it with two miracle cures
that only serve to further slur the way i lament
how i walk along as i tredge in cement[/size]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]
the lips twist
a cigarette flares in the cold night
and a rush of breath decends in smoky caress of warmth down neck and veil
she bends and tail lifts my eye to water, the lumps in her spine
tingling me all over
she is adjusting the strap on her stiletto

my mother calls out and falls hard to the dirty ground
a splash of blood and her makeup smears on the wall
she flails
right in the stomach, not hard to miss...

the offender runs off yelling deseverance
the ground tilts
black wall slaps my back hard and i'm breathing, it hurts, my ribs blaze
as i pull her smoke into my own lungs
her lungs slow, giving in already

a red rose blooms so quickly on her swollen stomach, fed by my tiny little sister inside
a stem of blood slips down and worms into the ground to grow stronger
it sucks the life out of my mother and sister and throws it on the floor

selfish
[/color][/font]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]He said he had to go,
Where I'm can't say,
Because he never tells me,
What he'll be doing today.

But then he mentioned,
That his friend was in danger,
And he was going for a walk,
Trying his best to save her.

So I promised my light,
And lit three candles for us,
Two for our love,
One for his friend's trust.

I don't know the outcome,
But I do know that later,
The light faded on one candle,
And I knew I had to pray for her.

But it grew bright once more,
This simple light I created,
And not for me,
But for how long I waited.

He has saved her,
If not,
He has reached out to her,
That is my wish and my thought.[/color]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo][center][b]love In the abstract[/b]

But you said
but You said
but you Said
that we were
to be together
forever
and ever
for Ever?
Does that mean
does That mean
does that Mean
the dead
don?t stay dead
even though
they are Dead?
I am aware
i am Aware
i Am
that there are
varying degrees
Varying degrees
varying Degrees
of Death like life
of Life like death
Like the life of death?
though we Belong together
and we do Belong
together in longing
longing in Together
Longing to Belong
i have transcended you
Your love has transcended you
you have Transcended you
and you, who are Physical
and i, the Metaphysical
and our Love
both Physical and metaphysical
is follies Fortune
is fortune?s folly
a Fortunate folly
for us both
Though we belong
though we Belong
though We
belong together?[/center][/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1]in the rusty swings
where children laugh
like nothing is under their beds
it all rests
dead

when the leaves fall. when the leaves leave.
when a child, fallen, falls to his knees.
there stands me helping him to his knees.
and just to think of what was. and what is.
realize the way my hands feel too big on me.
or that this will never be me
again.

each year
pumpkins come
and children haggle
into suits of what they might become
wearing it proudly and with care.
and i no longer will be there.
i will wear a pigskin that is full of hair
that will slowly grey in the seasons' rain
and snow. and hail. and the endless fails.
until one day i will stand by another child
that will smile to me like wind in the trees
saying please.

the leaves are falling one by one
and growing dead in the sun
and moon. everytime i touch one
with my hands it feels like nothing.
it scrunches in my hands. scrunches on my cleats like a lost dream.

the children laugh and play in leaves
that scatter them
until they are covered in make believe.
and they throw them in the air
in a scatter of hands
and i am left
to just stand by their sides
as they play.

every year this time comes around
when scarecrows are in my head
and spiders are able to crawl
on what the scarecrow's made dead.
i am left to the machine's deed.
left to suffering as the children
swing on their rusty swings.[/size]

[Raiha]

[center][color=royalblue]Visualize my aquarium with me.
One gray spotted Plecostemus named Suckie.
One mini red crab named Pina Colada.
Two Blood-finned schooling tetra.
Two Black and white Convict tetra.
One rock.
5 pounds of purple gravel.
One large white scallop shell.
One fake plant.
One cowrie from my best friend.
All living in a 5 gallon hexagonal tank.
It is my small paradise.
This place I call my aquarium.
[/color][/center]

[Heaven's Cloud]

Stagnant air
Reeking of compressed concentrated phobia
Exfoliates the soil
Permeates my pores
And saturates the sounds
Of the busy city
The hustle and bustle
Of ordinary common commotion
Coordinates confusion
Mystifies the morose
Of the busy City
Tormented time
Delayed by displays
Of day-glow neon indigo
Telegraphs temptations
Of the busy City

[Raiha]

[size=1][color=royalblue]What was the goddamned point?
I could've kept my peace about this,
And everything would've been nice and quiet,
But I can't let it stress my home life into shreds.

You see, my parents actually care.
They want to know how their daughter is doing.
If she's happy, if she's sad, if she's still a virgin like the want.
But I am not happy, I am sad, and I am not a virgin anymore.

It's what they were afraid of.
I gave them my rebellion and anger,
And you my selfish desire.
Perverted for lust and passion and a way to fill the void.

But it's still empty.
Your words of reassurance last night,
They mean nothing today.
And the way you want verbal space.

It's a euphemism for me to stay the **** away from you.
So that's what you want?
That's what you get.
I'm sorry you feel this way but you're not the only one suffering here.

Why do you have to be this way?
When I'm wounded it's easier.
So much easier to manipulate me,
And tell me what I want to hear.

My eyes are wounded now.
My heart is bleeding over my hands in the form of tears.
And all over you instead of myself.
But what is the use?

What is the goddamned use?
You treat me to silence and depression.
I refuse to take a bite.
And let these tears of mine become diamonds in my soul.

Diamonds that are sharp and wounding.
That tear away my tenderness.
What I had before we made mistakes.
I can't keep it all inside.

I'll slit my life and poison it with bitterness.
And that will be my life.
A statistic.
Misery of a scorned human.

I can be myself,
But you can't ask me to keep it inside.
It just doesn't work that way.
Selah.[/color][/size]

[Mitch]

[size=1]millions of fingers
tendon me
brush me
caress me
fall on me

MiLlions of FINGERS
all bleeding
roses
hit me ON the ground
never WANTed This
skin

peel back THE skin
take it BaCk pull it bACK
now doesnt IT feel better
with the skin
gone
and FAITH wasting
away

bleedING RoSES
on their HANds
as the hearse
GoES rOUND and
round merry goround
ashes ASHES
we all
FALL DOWN on THE ground
Fall DOWN

on the
GROUND
FaLL Down
on THE ground

milLIons of fingers
CaRESSinG me all AroUnd
NoW take THE SKIN
and PUlL it Back
take ThE SkIn
and PULL
it back
Now doesnt that FEEL
Better doesnt that FEEL so good
On the FLooR and ON
The WALL SHAKey EyEs
WheRe haVE you Been
waiTING so PATIENTly so SILENTly

THE blEEDing RoSES are COMing
like THIS disGRACE me
WAITing so patientLY so silentLY
the BLEeDing roSES SilenTLY
WaiTING so
SILENtly

DIDnt want
this skin
TAKE it back PULL it back
TAKE IT OFF and wear it IN THE DEATH
MusCLes are WHAT will get you FAr
MUSCles are WHAT we use
WHEn We BREATHE

The BLEEDing
RosES
that FALL aSLEEP
betWEEN
you and
ME

The BLEEDing
RosES of HANDS
tendon me
caress ME
BLeeDIng ROses
On THEIR HANDS
as the hearse
drives BY
where HE WILL BE buried
ALIVE
going ROUND and round and
ROUND merryGOROUND
THE swing IS rusTY from all THE FINGERS

THey PLAce the ROSes on his GRAVE
LEFT TO BLEEd and
rot AWay
[/size]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]You came to school today,
Right hand cut open in several places,
Lip bleeding on the inside,
Eyes tired.

You fought in the city,
But mostly for my safety,
And I know that you care,
Otherwise why?

You were there this morning,
Woke up to see my eyes,
Staring down into you,
And smiling.

It was all good,
You walked with me,
Limping on your left knee,
For me?

For me?[/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1]dressed in a hearse
put your hand on the stoneblock
in the endless sea of my pattering ribs
that broke under pressure
sea pressure, tossing and turning, broken in the language i believed

keep raining an alphabet
the numerical silhouette of my teeth
that says from my lips, patters my lips, crimps
pleases don't let me choose my hands
the water is rushing, hitting, i'm falling down
trying to keep up
keep around

the procession of the A's and
the B wanted a home
a doctrined loving arm to hug
and E was caught in my eye
rubbing away the procession of ugliness
as it dotted my flowers on the earth
spinning in my arms
in my hands
in my life

keep raining an alphabet
drivel rain
desperate plea for a place

the numerical silhouette of my teeth
tht says from my lips, patters my lips
the spiral scissor cutting crimps
of the wires cutting hands and hitting me down
trying to keep up, keep around
i'm falling down

falling down
in the words i had
clutching them in my hands
as it dotted my flowers, painted my hairs

slow raining alphabet
divine, we'll both go down like tonsil men
speaking in coughs about fantasy of what was
part everything in our lips and ever after
in the drying rain we'll sit raw in our skins
boiling the sweltering trees and our lip melted appeals
the court is in session, cessation my direction
i'm drowing. i'm drowning in my own words
sputtering on the words i thought i knew

i'm falling down
i'm trying to keep up
dressed in a hearse
my whisper to the nurse
the beating heart in its core
want to stop it in my lungs

the words i thought i knew
falling down
in words i had
the slow
raining alphabet


they
laugh. in open words.
and hold the child hand
in hand in the raining.

they
give. in open lashes.
and hold the man in
the open rain
to catch the water.
all drops
of the words i thought
i knew.

[b][u]therapidrumsofblood[/b][/u]
i got the sniffles
falling from my nose
to tears that rub
holes in the sides of my cheeks

i caught the disease
from the weak
it speaks to me
i know it well
it catches in my throat
making me not feel so well

i gotta speak
but it's caught in my throat
from the raw red in my way
and it's starting to reek
as it bleeds from my hands

i got the sniffles
drew my hanky from my pocket
it's been labeled a joker
as i stand in the rain
washing it all be purged
to cold exchange

caught the disease
from the sickness
in the rain
never quite
felt the same

my heart sits here and beats. THE rapid drums of blood.
RED in the rain. LOVE.
i'm washing it all be purged. WASHING IT ALL on the wet curb.
H o w h a s it b e e n
Has it BEEN WELL? HAVE you been the BEST? WAIT my little one.
wait JUST a while. AS i SIT here in the RED rain.
never quite felt. the same.
THE rapid drums of BLOOD will carry you through the STORM.

we'll never FEEL warm. Never FEEL too comfortable.
i feel discarded. YOU feel sharded. WE feel slander in the rain.
quiet down. QUIET down. qUiEt doWN. they'LL hear US.
oh no Oh no OH No OHNO . we've caught THE SICKNESS.
never felt too WELL since i caught the red RAIN. LOVE.

i got the sniffles
falling from my nose
to tears that rub
holes in the side of my cheeks
i got a rose falling from
your hands.

it's wilting it's wilting ITS WILTING ITS WILTING
i got a rose falling from
your hands.
it's wilting it's wilting ITS WILTING ITS WILTING
where have you gone? where have you been?
never quite felt the same.
feel shot. feel abused. feel used. feel slew.
and where are you? my heart sits here and beats.
stabbed a stake in my head and said i killed my dead.
bludgeoned my heart to a brain and gave it a parade.
my ignorance is on its GAME. my love is turning to a CHARADE.
and where are you? and WHERE ARE YOU? all i got was a rose falling from
YOUR HANDS.
all i got was red rain on the CURB.
THE RAPID DRUMS of BLOOD will CaRRY you THROUGH the storm

will carry you through the storm THROUGH the STORM through the
will carry you to your doom to your end to the slow train that takes you away
AND ILL to you. and death TO YOU. and I HATE YOU. and everLASTING peace
my heart SITSHERE and BEATS.

i caught a disease
and i can't help but cry
and i rub it all away
to tears on my cheeks
that only make holes
all over my face.
and all i got
was a falling rose from your hands.[/size]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]I get behind da wheel,
We takin' a drive down Highway 880,
And it's all good really,
Just a little freaky on them turns.

Highway 24 was coo',
I like that interchange,
Tha's a nice interchange,
But not those blinkin' red lights.

So wha' dat blue light mean?
Brights....wha' dose?
He flashin' me boy,
You feel?

I ain't even trippin',
It hi'd fault nah mine!
What officer?
Seriously, it ain't even me here.

Dayum man,
S' not like I do dat fo' a livin',
Okay so it is my fault and I have a permit,
And it's so easy to flip back and forth through these accents.

Good thing that was just a scenario,
That didn't happen today,
But just as well coulda,
And my dad would've died.

His sweet daughter can speak it,
She can do the flow,
You know?
God that's lame.[/color]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My heart is racing
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My heart is racing
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My heart is racing

The boy in blue footy pajamas
Beams before
The sunrise
Teetering on the stair top

Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My feet are racing
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My feet are racing
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My feet are racing

The boy in blue footy pajamas
Sweetly smiles
At the milk stained glass
And cookie crumbled plate

Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My mind is racing
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My mind is racing
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My mind is racing

The boy in blue footy pajamas
Gleefully gasps
At the radical red
Faux fire truck

Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My breath is racing
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My breath is racing
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My breath is racing

The boy in blue footy pajamas
Bouncingly bounds
Up, up, up! the stairs
To his parents

Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My heart is racing
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My heart is racing
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
My heart is racing

The boy in blue footy pajamas
Cries Christmas tidings
To Morning?s mother
And Fortune?s father[/color]

[Raiha]

[center][color=royalblue]Encircling; Iona

I bind unto myself today
The power of God,
To hold and keep,
His eye to watch,
His might to stay,
His ear to hearken,
To my call.

I bind unto myself today,
The power of God,
To hold and lead,
His eye to watch,
His might to stay,
His ear to hearken to my need.

The wisdom of God to teach,
His hand to guide,
His shield to ward,
The word of God to give me speech,
His heavenly host to be my guide.

The mighty three,
My protection be,
Encircling,
You are my King.[/color][/center]

[Mitch]

[size=1][b]jag[/b]
it 'twas amazing
that two hands
could sculpt a stone
it 'twas amazing
that two hearts
could sculpt a 'nother stone
yet things that be?and things that are
never should be set in stone
no matter how very dear

it 'twas amazing
that i can walk on my feet
it 'twas amazing
that my feet crunched the leaves
but constant walking leads narrow
ways and legs
showing one a path
that never ends

lifes edges are so jagged
the jaded concessions
that are all about us

a jigsaw puzzle
for a lonely man
is what life is
to any man
it's a chore
to feel too much

it 'twas amazing
that a brain and a heart
could set the forest afire
it 'twas amazing
that the brain and the heart
could grow its garden
and had its own city
in the amble of thorns

it 'twas amazing
all the man hath created
it 'twas amazing
all the men hath labored
but weary hearts oweary wild
are human even as they ascend
and all that is?and all that shall
never should be set in stone
no matter how very dear

indeed, it 'twas amazing
all that man hath made
but what shall be pristine
is how he shall go about
destroying it all

lifes edges are so jagged
and i clipped my toenails last night
to kill the growth

[b][u]crawlingcry[/b][/u]
i have a cold
it's ALL OVER me
c r a w l i n g
so beautifully, my sweet pristine
dress i wear on my head

it kills me to know me
and wear my head high
it kills me to know me
and know what's right
so baby, maybe we could go off in the night
because it's ALL OVER me
sweet seventeen

it's so lonely
in the fall
when it's ALL OVER
and the pumpkins aren't
tenacious
i'm watching it
DIE

just sitting
in the back
of my car
crying away

just sitting
as the moon
comes out
crying away

because it's ALL OVER me
c r a w l i n g
and each day i'm coming more clean
it kills me to know me

so baby
what's the story
how i can kill a monster
that won't die

die monster
DIE
sweet seventeen

coughing all day
on a sunday of all times
when it's a party
and i can't speak my lines
so baby
what's the story
because it's ALL OVER me

it was spinning
and the day was a bottle
and i dug it from the shore
crying away

it was spinning
with my nose congested
just blowing
with TISSUES

it's so lonely without you

die monster
DIE
sweet seventeen
it kills me to know me
c r a w l i n g
because it's ALL OVER me[/size]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Going around in circles,
You and me,
Endlessly we cycle this path,
Path we call life.

It's just spiralling out of,
Control? No,
Not control.
You don't have hope,

And here I thought I could give you hope,
So I stayed with you for that,
But it didn't work,
And you slipped away slowly.

We denied it,
But it happened anyways,
And now it's all over,
"It's now or never."

"It can never be."
"Goodbye, I'm sorry."
And with those words,
You left.

You forgave me,
And I wanted to forgive you,
But you don't want it,
So I stay here.

And I will forget you,
And not wonder,
And pray for you,
That much I promised.

I'll be here tonight.
And I won't think about where you will be.
Instead I'll look forwards.
And keep my vision clear.

Stare into the horizon to stop the tears from coming,
And not replay this-[/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1][b]corrupt[/b]
corruption is a solemn guy
smelling him is like brushing the sky
all the paint chips down on you
somehow the silence colors a coat of paint
but his smile is always crisp blue

people turn to corruption all confused
they wonder why the smell sneers pungence
and always blooms

it's just how corruption loves
like a rose kissing the dirt
kisses with paper confetti
the murders wear a glove
so kisses to cries

[b]jar[/b]
your door is a jar
your door
is ajar

when you're old
the dim light
when you're old
you can drive

jumping behind the bushes
in the middle of the night
with a jar we smiled together
there was nothing to fear and
nothing else at all

jumping behind the bushes
your door is ajar
in the middle of the night
your door
is a jar
with ajar
we smile together
ajar

there was nothing to fear and
nothing else at all
and in the dark
the lights in the halls
the curb of our street

the fireflies
light us
and our eyes

the fireflies
go in a jar
a jar
and there
that's where
they are

the fireflies
light us
our eyes
on the curb
of our street

jumping out of the bushes
in the dark night and
we catch them in
our jars

and there
that's where
they are

your door is a jar
your door
is ajar

i sleep with them
they keep the devil
away

i sleep with them
they keep the aliens
away

and the
fuse
has blown

fuse
has blown

your door
is ajar

your door
ajar your
door
ajar

and i kept them
close to me
in the jar

and they gave
me light
in the dark

afuse
fuse has blown
fuse hasblown

but they died
in ajar
but they died
and that's where
they are

oh mommy let's flush
them down
the toilet

oh mommy they
arent breathing
giving their light
anymore

oh mommy
fusehasblown
mommy
they died
in ajar

mommy
did they go up
into the big sky
where great grandma
and momma
whered they go

whered they go
crashing in
the wind blows
glass and
afusehasblown
my doorisajar
ajar

you door
is
a
jar
door

ajar

and there
that's where
they are[/size]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]So we're just friends now.
I like that,
I accept that,
It's better that.

And you've got serious issues,
I understand that,
I know that,
It's true that.

Everything I've known about you,
Everything I've seen in you,
Everything I've heard about you,
Everything I've longed for you,

Could come.

Some day.

If not through me,
Another.[/color]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]Organizing emotions
In a puddle of ineptitude
The gypsy lady
Chants mantras
Whispering wheat grain
Absolutions whole-ized
In uniqueness
And as the emotions tumble
And un-jumble
Into a quilt of representation
Life is whole-ized
In wheat grain whisperings
And mantras chanted
By the gypsy lady[/color]