#ithinkthereforeiamb

Except, of course, goodbye, because I really now must go— I need to take the trash out-- It looks like rain, you know?

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I hear them crying— their voices blend like the blood that falls from their beaten bodies on the doorsteps of the forgotten. I see them— Ten thousand faces and a million different stories, Each face’s story told over and over again. I reach out my fingers— Cold glass separates, reality and fiction run together to create a hate that no one understands. I hear them crying— their voices long for justice. I hear them crying. I am afraid.

A convex presser, for pressing stuff on the wrong side. But There is no right side with you, and every little pressure bruises the skin. I want to embroider a new smile, change your dull hues with good intentions and thread, But you are broken and thread won’t fix you. Maybe paste— With enough glue the world will be pieced together— But when pieces are missing, do you sever the sides that remain, and with glitter and smiles, call them a refrain? The second verse, a little louder, a little worse for wear, but alls well that ends—well, it ends. It ends. There are no more pretends. I am a convex presser, It seems I’m wrong again.

The sheets are fading And I'm slowly forgetting What it felt like To lie Next to you-- Paint it darker, Run the ink Out of the marker, Try to remember The warmth Inside your colors-- The color is bleeding, Running down the drain, Washing away the stains And the half forgotten remains-- sheets that were once vivid, Now pale--pallid. Memories are failing, Colors are paling, A whitewashed remainder-- Sheets stained by The nothing.

One chases me while the other chases you. Round and round in circles we go, howling at the moon. Running through the fields of time and laughing afternoons, whoever could have told us that life ended all too soon. The storms of life are after us, running faster than we knew. One chases after me, the other has caught you. Alone amidst the darkness, they're howling at the moon. You won't have to wait for long dear, they are going to catch me soon. Round and round in circles, howling at the moon.

I only get on your nerves when I speak So I'll try to be silent, But the words Clog my throat and threaten to overtake My good sense. I want to say a thousand things-- You'll only be exasperated. But then again-- You've never really Been fond Of me Anyway, Have you? Silent, My heart screams at you To hear me When I speak. Fists clench, Teeth clench, Words are pinched By your pinched Expression. Silence is golden Only when it's soft-- Hard silence is Diamond-- It reflects the words I will never speak.

The waves touch the shore In sweet caress; The sky longs to feel This gentle bliss-- A single touch, A single kiss-- But when the clouds Reach down to touch, Nature finds Their love too much And rages with ferocity That their love Must never be. But, Sometimes The clouds still go Though Mother Nature Told them no-- A furious love they do impart From the passions whirling In their heart. But destructive love Can never last-- And that is why The storm has passed