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They shoutThey shout, we are human
They shout, we are people too
They shout, we love just the same as you
They shout, we aren't an accident
They shout, we belong in this world just as much as you
They shout, but are never heard
They shout, even though some never speak a word
They shout, and speak the truth
They shout, for me and you.
MirrorEvery time I look in the mirror,
I see a different me.
Sometimes I think I look decent,
Others I'm just horrendous.
I try to see the Beauty that he sees,
And sometimes I think I see her.
But then I blink,
And all I see is this horrible blob of fat.
I just want to be normal again.
To be able to look in the mirror and not be afraid of what I see staring back at me.
Doesn't KnowI don't think he knows how deep his words cut.
Like shards of glass shooting though my heart.
My heart pumps them through my body,
The glass slowly melts in my veins,
And spills from my eyes as salty rain.
Japanese Love SongI can no longer fall in love
Anymore, in this way.
It is too difficult to tame
To understand, you
Reminded of a evening summer breeze
Warm and fleeting
We were meant to stay the same
Through all the seasons
Even when the snow covered the ground
And loneliness burned my cheeks with shame
Because understanding was different from saying,
"I am no longer able to fall in love, with you, this way."
Am I Crazy?Am I crazy for loving you?
They tell me that I must be
They say that you're awful
And that you're using me
Yet, I cannot believe it
Nay, I refuse to believe it
The words spoken frustrate me
More than you imagine
I love you
Does that make me crazy?
SweetheartFuck you, sweetheart.
You'll always be perfect, you know?
Poor little thing...
Hurling heart-shaped pills down your pretty blushing throat.
I don't owe you anything.
So do me a favor?
Remove yourself from my head,
Get out of my thoughts,
Take your words off repeat,
And get out.
Oh, and before you go, just hit the lights, would you?
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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