

when she speaks.Your words creep like vineswhen she speaks.
around the membranes of my mind scrambling for air inside an hourglass less defined by the sand that drops and stops reverse to the last time you said "these boys, they all annoy me, let them go I'll wait a little longer" though you spoke far too soon I know you've got him teach him fast and slow, this is life my friend this life again has taught me lessons like never let the grass around my fingers grow Till soil parts and in I go.


my resurrection.Licking lips like salt water waves just let me taste the ocean air then push my head back under there aren't no angels here.my resurrection.
You forgot how to smile and learnt how to cry these deep waters juxtaposed
against your shallow gutter-eyes
Tell me again how you love me But this time don't take my soul Pry your fingers from my open wounds Then lead me from the window sill
You didn't think your love could kill.


destiny, free will and i.We sat in a circle; Destiny, Free Will and I. The night sky reigned above us, an infinite mess of stars and deep breaths breathing out "wow" to the cosmos. The beauty of life swam around us, rippling the breeze against our skin, and blowing grass against our legs and in the centre of our circle was a light, growing dim. Our features only faintly illuminated with a yellow watercolour wash, the canyons and valleys of our faces nothing but pools and lakes of shadow, quivering in the cold. We stared into it; Destiny, Free Will and I, until it was time to speak. Free Will parted her lips, those ruby red doors; unlocked, wordestiny, free will and i.


a temporary fix.You've inhaled your last hope A deathly wish for peace of mind Your fingers mesh against the neck and knuckles white They scream against the glistening glass Your lungs, your liver, your health-- all fight.a temporary fix.
Drift into a tightrope act Sway your thoughts across the rope Hang your sanity from the ceiling and kick Drop and choke and rest in peace The angels of your previous state- all slip.
The warmth against your ice cold spine A whiskey river spills out to sea The clouds are cancerous and expecting rain They strain against your shaking chest
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Are you going to throw lemons at me?
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I love dancing barefoot in the rain...I am this...crazy bird....
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Are you going to throw lemons at me?
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Feed your head.
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Are you going to throw lemons at me?
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Feed your head.
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Are you going to throw lemons at me?
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Imagine
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I LOVE LIFE!
(you should, too.)
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Feed your head.
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