

tired of this.i am tired of this. no good emotions left for you. because of this.tired of this.
i am tired of this. feeling lost and feeling nothing. just because of this.
i am tired of this. loving in vain and then faking it. it's all because of this.
i am tired of this. i love you but i can't, not again.
i don't believe anymore.
and it's all because of this.


holding the baby.quick as the eye can move they were gone and i was left picking up the pieces nothing left but the deck chairs for him to sit on and yes, i was left holding the baby.holding the baby.
fast as i could, i tried but i was late no-one told me, how was i to know? i'd be left picking up the pieces. no signs, no arguments, no sniping comments i feel i'd be better holding the baby for now.
lightning took me back, '95. i remember that year cuz of a holiday we took no daddy there, he was back selling the house. and when we got back, i cried and she was left holding the bab


torn in threeone third between three isn't the same as a whole. the oldest and the middle child with no one to be the youngest, isn't the same as three thirds as a whole.torn in three
one third of the animals isn't the same as a whole. the dog, missing two cats, maybe some fish, isn't the same as them all as a whole.
three parents in three houses isn't the same as two wholes. spread out over three miles, this isn't walking distance anymore. when did we turn to fractions? when did it all break down?


tying knots.bring on the rain bring on the downpour of what i know is coming to me is coming for me tonighttying knots.
cuz i wouldn't lie down i kicked and i screamed cuz i wouldn't shut my mouth though i really never tried cuz i wouldn't be tied down by someone who hasn't even been shown the ropes.
bring on the truth bring on the investigation into what i never did i don't deserve this
cuz you wouldn't like down like a good little boy and you wouldn't shut your mouth weren't you ever taught better? and you you wouldn't be tied down i was gonna


On the Eve of MA ball is kicked and the whole world hears "Wide Right";On the Eve of M
seemingly indestructible machina plow through mustard-ridden sands while children cry and lie about incubator babies and creative minds give missiles cute antagonistic names;
walls crumble and the red fades into memories of mushroom cloud dreams;
children revel in their power to control a running rodent and neglect to notice their hamster lying malnourished and dead on its once-redundant wheel;
distortion rings clean in teens' ears to drown out adult in


The Writer - mmPages upon pages, sitting vacant and unused. Expressionless faces staring into nothingness. Waiting, wanting, wishing for emotions, they cannot be forged without tools.The Writer - mm
Pencils and pens, lie scattered on the desk. Seemingly harmless, their power is concealed. Waiting, wanting, wishing to create, they are useless without a canvas. Ideas and emotions, scramble through a head. An insanely jumbled frenzy, that could ponder all existence. Waiting, wanting, wishing to be shared, they are just ideas until expressed.
Blood and muscles,
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i've put too much of you into me... and now i can't breathe when you're not here.
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i've put too much of you into me... and now i can't breathe when you're not here.
I will be sure to check out your gallery.
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i've put too much of you into me... and now i can't breathe when you're not here.
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