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And you would think,     that once the marionette's strings rot through, That it would spring free                   and run away. But no.     Once the Maker loses interest, and the strings snap,                It only becomes another piece of decay. A wooden heart,    one that will never beat, Eaten by termites.          Wild yarn hair yanked out      by its roots by birds,                To warm their young in the nest. Shiny black button eyes,           chewed away by rodents   Slowly the marionette will die,                a second, gruesome death.      Tonight I dreamed a gilded nightmare         of blood,

When I’m with you I feel perfect When I’m with you I feel great And there is no one else in the world That could ever take your place For you are irreplaceable to me Irreplaceable like my beating heart For I breathe only for you For you are a dream come true From this day on may we never part For you are my lost puzzle piece And like a puzzle piece you complete me And made me feel so whole You opened my eyes that were narrow and closed And gave me the ability to finally see What true love actually is. True love is like the setting sun It's a masterpiece to behold I am the art and you are the mold Let us forever sta

It's quarter to seven, as I'm walking along the tired sunset. And what a sky to fall into. Envy seeps into my vision. As the sun embraces the intensity with full lips. Anticipation. provocation. It's bright red hand of a take over, Speaks- In a million tender tongues. Each with a sliver Of a ribbon of seduction. Elation and mystery. The sun brings itself to it's warm knees, As the glow becomes veiled and disappears. The night will roll up so eyes will not see, A play that certainly will make all of us, Dream sweetly. The sun is nonexistent as the sky burns a brighter red. And the shape of it's hand slowly diminishes into the gray

You thought you would break me, You thought you could take me, You thought that you'd make me, Give my dreams away So lets avoid this confusion, And ignore all the illusions, While we watch your world go up in flames Cause I know it's not, What you were planning After everything you've done... I'm still standing You see, I pick me up! When you knock me down You wanted me to run away! But I'm still around You tried to give me sorrow! And hoped I would drown You can throw me off balance, But you cannot keep me down You thought you could change me, You thought you could shame me, You even tried to blame me, To make me forge

No, no, no All wrong. In any effort, any attempt to be something other than something else, the words are left choked at the bottom of my larynx. And my words are methodical, beautiful designs that are but AREN'T me. Left disjointed in stories abstract and outside of myself. Stories where I can ignore my very own perceptions and life- Breath, breath, breath.

There's fire in the stars- I feel them, see them burning. Can you hear their flesh bubbling? (Such a gruesome sound) Alive, alive- Don't be deceived! They live, they breathe! I hear them speaking ever quietly. They kiss other stars, before they die, before they die. They die without a sound, though they are in so much pain. They burn, they burn, like paper mache. They die- their firefly lights go out.

We'd make shadows on the wall in the flashlight dark with our hands. When I made a heart, you said, "Your heart looks more like two snakes kissing."

   Memory of You It was cold and windy, The day we laid you to rest And I couldn't help but wonder, If I failed you, if I did my best... (The memory of you...haunts me...) I can't believe...! That you did this to me! You left me lost! Left me alone! I wonder why...you... Just couldn't go on... Now you're gone! And nothing feels the same! Now you're gone! Everything has changed! I am haunted! By the person I once knew... Haunted by... The memory of you... I know that you felt anger, And I know you felt betrayed, But that does not excuse, The selfish choice that you made... (The memory of you...haunts me.

If only the two of us could be Sitting backstage of reality Where all other actors disappear Balcony tickets have been reserved No less than the best do you deserve With a cast of two, the show starts here Each line is completely improvized With no stage directions to provide And dialogue only for us to hear The show will enchant us in every way Until the sweet closure of the day The curtains will fall, ending our premier

November again, The time of masks gone in a puff of smoke and magic. November again, I'm going to be sick. Why are all of the leaves almost gone? November again, Give thanks for the thankless, God knows there's enough of them. November again, I'm going to blow chunks. Too much turkey repeat. November again, like every other month. Some good, some bad. I hate it all the same. November again, it's not so bad...