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knock, knock
guess who's here?
i see you
i see your back against the wall
open your heart
i'm coming home
i'm sick

oh wait, nevermind
it's too high, can't break free
too much a dream to come into my blind sight
HEY
HEY, DO YOU HEAR ME?
YOU!
CAN YOU HELP M---?

...
is there anybody even out there?
i hear the voices
like monks in center strips
is there anybody out there?

up~
down~
scales of monstrous caramel
rolls, rape
there's nothing to do
i have a book
i have a few things to keep me real
satirizing what is around me
i know i can observe
but no matter how often i call her
there'll be no one home
i have a white stare
i want to fly away
jump
but there's nowhere to go
there's still nobody home
--where the hell are you?

remember how she said we'd meet again
there'd be sun in the mellow glide
bring me back home
/wrong, do it again
knock, knock, knock, knock
--is there anybody out there?

you heard i'm feeling down, did you?
you can ease my pain?
relax? what do you mean?
no, i can't show you where it hurts.

no pain, i am receding
i'm deaf
you know, it sorta feels like
i'm full of air
well, i can't explain it right, you won't get it
something's happened to me
there's this apathy...it feels nice.

what're you poking me with?
there'll be no more...screams?
why do i have to go to the show?
i don't wanna keep going.

you know, i remember some things
but that part's gone
all the dreams too
nevermind, you still won't get it

must the show go on?
there has to be a mistake
i'd still like my soul
is it too late?
where's all my feeling gone?
...the show MUST go on

hah, you'd like to go to the show?
well, sunshine, i got bad news
:)
kill them, homicide
genocide, pesticide in this domain
kill, slaughter
support this war

/tricks on suave
sweet each headache
you better run all day and all night
cardboard boxes filled with wheels of steel
you better run, run, run, run
picks on electric nylon teeth
screech, disappear, flail
run, run, run
support this war
march. march.

goodbye cruel world,
it's over
walk away.
i'll just sit here
behind this thing i built here
i'll wait right here
perfect isolation
sitting
waiting, waiting, waiting
waiting.
power.

/i wanna go home
i wanna take off this costume
i've been waiting in this cell
am i guilty?

CAUGHT REDHANDED SHOWING FEELINGS
SHOWING HUMAN NATURE
THIS WILL NOT DO
BRING OUT THE SCHOOL TEACHER
--
ALWAYS A BLEEDING HEART OF AN ARTIST
--
i am crazy.
it's always me.
i should have talked to me more often
where's mommy?
i am crazy.
--
THE COURT
INCONTROVERTABLE
THIS JUDGING!
I HAVE NEVER HEARD BEFORE
SUFFER FOR YOUR MOMMY
SIT DOWN
I SENTENCE YOU TO EXILE
TO YOUR PEERS
/!TEAR IT DOWN!

...boom....
-----------

walking around
the bleeding hearts of the artists
stuck together in groups
it's not easy to fall
to bang this heart against somebody's wall
strolling through the city
at least i'm outside now.





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BeautifulStream This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 10, 2012 at 8:50 pm
Not a great follow-up to your first poem, as there was more paraphrasing the lyrics than originality... but what are ya gonna do? It's an album after all. I liked particularly the part with the concert/political rally... "electric nylon teeth" created some interesting imagery.
 
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