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Misstakes and Missgivings

And he will prove that he’s a man
With wooden bed posts whittled away
With the notches, they were carved in
A little too deep, and now he’s paying for it
He’s sleeping on the floor tonight…

~*~

PENCIL SKETCHES

Grey lines overlapping past chromatic predilections

Every lie behind your back a surrendering misdirection

And checkered tiles of monochrome begin to collide

Crippling your floral pastels of a spatial spectrum inside.

~*~

DREAMING FOR WISHES, WISHING FOR DREAMS

Oh, he’s the starry boy you dreamt to dream about

The lamplight is dimming, his dark is the only sound

Oh, she’s the sunny girl you wished to wish around

As midnight begins fading, but her sun is rising south.

~*~

MERCENARY AND THE MAN

Jaded tally marks that bore of no prior ill intentions

Experimental humanity, to prove one’s selfless remedy

Jealous carved notches that dug past poor decisions

Hypothetical insanity, the truth of one’s selfish disparity.

~*~

ANTICOAGULANT

I wouldn’t dare separate those traitors from the sinners

The difference is a gradual distortion of perceptiveness

If I were to dissect myself as my blood’s growing thinner

I’ll inject a dose of my own irrationality, when I confess.

~*~

THE SELLOUTS DON’T BUY IT

Attachment is not a currency made to be paid for in stacks

Clattering like calloused dimes worn out with nicked sides

It’s not a tarnished nickel abandoned in a locked cash box

Restricted only to when you need the spare change to abide.

~*~

I’ll tell my proudest secrets
Don’t mind if you can’t keep them
Well, lately it’s been mayday
So tell me, why is this your favorite sin?
Oh baby, lately it’s been mayday
So tell me why you wanna fake
Why you wanna fake it?

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Broken Li[n]es

Injustice in ancient summer plays

Of just two proud feathers wired

Both refusing to be ruffled

By the zephyr that transpired

Just two proud idiots

Who can’t pick up the pieces

Thinking it will hurt them bad

They don’t wanna play hostess

So they just step on it instead

And fucking bleed out dead

Carving stars into their throats

On the razor blades they choke

You ask to forget it all forever

Why, what’s so good about it?

It’s nothing but stupid lies

Inject your usual ante of shit

Accentuate your faults and pose

We’re both the victims here

And don’t you miss the arrogance

The thrill, tasting that fear?

The conversations that ravelled

About the scars that don’t give a damn

None of it even mattered

But at least there was someone

So please don’t let me forget the days

I don’t want to simply erase it all

But if it’s that easy for you to blot it out

Maybe it was best for the mirror to shatter and fall.

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