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empires foundedshe wished she had her drums to play for them so they could understand how she felt inside
they dontknowwhat they started
just to hold you like i held you, pressed like a rose between my fingers pressed like a rose between my fingers or like stones i keep in pockets meant to weigh me underwater.
and you went to keep me underwater
to keep me underwater.
these scars will fade away but never disappear, my dear.
we'll raise our fists like lightning to rods to god and
if he strikes us down,
then he strikes us down.
but first, let him hear us speak:
we are like the legacy of thunderstorms we watched and swore in doorways,
"we will never be the same again."
i can feel you healing and i hate it
(like a harpist without hands you only bang the strings
you used to love to touch so much)
all i can do now is laugh at your disgust.
sometimes i feel him right behind me, im afraid this will go on forever
afraid god is awake
afraid of the dark
afraid of the whispering voices
afraid of themafraid they'll make me think about it
aandohh his silent corruption and destruction, the silence that split my ears
[[i have fears]
The Wind howled and screeched, it swirled around her and chilled her to the bone. She stuck her frozen hands under her arms and made her way across the forest floor. The Wind swept up her hair and sent it stinging and whipping about her face. Mousekeeper braved against it and continued on. The trees bellowed and swayed and twirled menacingly, the Wind blowing and diving through them. Their branches waved around violently, coming threateningly close to Mousekeeper, then pulling back quickly. She hurried on until she came to the Piano. She quickly sat down, wiped some leaves off of the keys and then began to play. The Piano knew what song would appease the wind. The melody began. Mousekeeper closed her eyes, she knew this one well. The Wind immediately softened. The trees slowed their dance and the air lost it's biting chill. The Wind gently swirled around the Mousekeeper and her Piano, it kissed her face. "Don't open your eyes," it whispered to her.
detailsOn a starry night, a girl with long hair and sneakers stood outside of a brightly lit gas station. She closed her eyes and started moving her feet. She shook her head from side to side and danced in place. She stretched up her arms and spread her fingers. She tossed her head and moved her feet to music only she could hear and to a pace only she could feel, her hair whipped around her face. She stretched up her hands and pulled down the night sky like a curtain.
it started out as a conversation with our mouths
filled with nothing but frustration and endless doubts
but when the instruments began to play
my heart began to have a say
and when you sang your song
my heart began to sing along
and when we did kiss
our eyes felt useless
so we closed them.
you want to save me, but i am
I've lived my life so uncomfortably
comfort me comfort me
calm down, come down here
shhhhhswallow my anger
replace it with fear
put myself in danger
then only wanting more
i scream until my throat is sore
"oh god, if you are there,
i hold this body to your judgment
give it your wrath or your mercy
but please pick wrath
underneath the laughs there lies a need
that nobody is getting."
then she said
to the ghosts in her head
I will find the edge
I will force my fingers in
(come out & plaaaay)
please go away
please go away
I really don't feel like playing today
The venom that slips from your lips
Your tiny lies shinning in your eyes
Pain in my veins shallow, hallow incarcerated soul
I sleep too deep you to wake me up
Oh dear god wake me up wake me up wake me up
rip me apart
make me a piece of Your art
look at me
(she said with a scream)
please, kill me quicker
(she said with a whisper)
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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