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It's Your Sick WorldYou're bold, you're stupid, the blame game is your friend.
Pointing fingers, shouting names,
none of them your own.
Swollen bellies, teenage bodies, where's the father,
why the bother?
Drugs replacing, mind is racing, colours facing, love escaping.
Designer brands determine friendships,
the popular ruining it all.
See the girl in the chair, dead in the centre,
judged, broken, offended, broken.
What do you do?
Judge, break, offend, BREAK!
Tear down the creative,
shatter the artistic.
This is your life,
walking a fake line.
Cherish it, or don't.
It's your sick world.
My Best EnemyYoure so ugly, you know that?
She twirls a piece of her thick, ratty hair.
Yeah I know.
Your hair, its so .
She giggles a little bit.
A rats nest?
Exactly. And your lips
I stare into her muddy green eyes
Maybe you should get colored contacts
She closes her eyes,
runs one fingertip over a lid.
Ive thought about it.
When youre thinking about stuff like that,
lose some weight.
Well duh! Thats a definite.
We both laugh.
I look at the clock.
Oh shoot, Ive got to go.
I nod and she nods.
Okay then, see you when you get home.
I wave to my reflection and close my closet door.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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