Siren Pearson

Once there was a man who had decided to believe in me- why?

Did he not know? Had he not seen? For control I don’t have but it

Seems to be calling out- this opportunity i see clearly

If ever there was a man who said it was lie after dumb lie

It may just be said sincerely

So I stand at the ready, ready for a chance to unleash it

I'm ready to hear this man say that it could be fun- but my ears

They are screaming, sirens sounding, trying to believe it, please burn

see the fire roaring making an attempt at fate- a deep pit

When in the belly of a whale,

Never look up the hole

All that will come,

is a glimpse of what were

And what you may never know again

Instead, find a way of entertaining yourself

You’ll be here a while, after all

Stop trying to find a way out

Society will not let go quite that easy

Count the bones you can see, one by one

It won't be long before they become more company, than surroundings

Clean up after yourself, leave it as found

If not, you’re no better than the rest

The ones who wish-

You had drowned

Make it a point not to aggravate

The belly, of the beast

You are not the one in control

If you find yourself here

In the belly of the whale,

Remember there are more

Hiding in the dark

They too, wonder how they got here

They, too wonder friend, or foe?

To know, you need only go back

And see where you’ve been

You have been thrown in the deep.

Never taught to swim

Down under the surface

Deeper than they knew

Lurks a creature

Mouth waiting open

You called out, but he looked away

He chose not to see you.

So now that you’re here,

In the belly of the beast

Always remember

When in the belly of a whale,

Never look up the hole

All that will come,

Is a glimpse of what were

(Side note: this is original poetry, but feel free to use it for anything you need to- if you need to quote an author-Charlie Pearson)

I am sorry that I did that. The drifting away from you. I was jealous of you. Of your ability to do whatever you wanted without a care. But that's no excuse. You needed me and I wasn't there. Why was I so selfish?

I am sorry that I did that. Your scars. I know it's because of me. Because I wasn't here for you. Because I was too caught up in my own shit- because I was selfish

I am sorry that I did that. Your coffin. I built it. I didn't know it at the time but I built it. I hammered the nail- Special for you. A secret place where no one will ever find you. Am I selfish?

(Side note: this is entirely meant to be read as poetry) If you need to quote the author, Charlie Pearson

I am a block of wood. Crafted perfectly. Everything solid. Absolutely rigid. I am a block of wood. And you are slowly sanding me down

I am a block of wood. And You keep inching me closer. Threatening to do it. To sand Me down, so you don't have to see me anymore. I am a block of wood. And you just want me gone

I am a block of wood. And you have started the grinding process. Setting my arm against the wheel. Every second, it gets just a little bit smaller. I get a little bit smaller. I am a block of wood. And you make me smaller.

I am a block of wood. And you have already taken my arm. But that's not enough for you. Even as I am screaming- Burning hot. Splinters Bristling out in the hopes that you will poke yourself on them. But even still, you just turned me and kept going. I am a block of wood. And you turned on me.

I am a block of wood. And I am now half gone. Sometimes I wish I was never the block of wood. Sometimes I wish we would just switch places. Until you wither away. I am half a block of wood. But I don't want to be.

I am a block of wood. And I am only head and torso. With every comment I resist a little less. Want to be here a little less. To be dispersed in the air and fly into the vents never to be noticed again. I am a block of wood. But I wish I was dust

I am a block of wood. And I am almost gone. You see the parts of me in the air now. Drifting towards the vent. There goes feet, my legs, my chest. My hands. It's like that song we used to sing. From before I was the wood. From before you started to break me. Head, shoulders, knees and toes? Knees and toes? I have no knees, no toes. I'm only head, shoulders, and barely a nose. I am a block of wood. But I remember. When I wasn't.

I am a sliver of wood. My hair has been sheared off, along with my nose. You have to be careful now. To make sure your fingers don't hit the wheel. Good. I hope you worry. I am a block of wood. And I make you worry.

I am a splinter of wood. And soon I'm not. You're sweating now.trying to make sure I'm gone without hurting yourself. But hey, it's okay. I forgive you. Because I want this. I am just a block of wood. Nothing more. But I want this.