| the perks of being a wallflower; --
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines,
he wrote a poem and called it 'Chops'
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teavher gave him an A, and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy took
all the kids to the zoo and he let them sing on
the bus and his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed a lot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a rox of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and he was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem and called it 'Autmn'
because that was the name of the season
and that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
and the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl aroun the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem and called it 'Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his profressor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end of Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it 'Absolutely Nothing'
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
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At least I'm not a liar.
At least I’m not a cheat.
At least I don’t care what these goddamn mindless people think of me. take me, bend me; no break me.
Let's take our time, there's nothing else to do. What better way to spend the night than wasiting it with you? The moon has won the war. The daylight waits to end. Stay here by my side. We'll watch the struggle start again.
The minutes are hours, the hours are days,
I feel infected by your presence, you speak in tongues,
I smell the lies dancing on your blackened lungs,
I whispered in her ear:
Fear me dear, for I am Death,
I'll take your hope, your dreams, your love,
Till there's nothing left
I whispered in her ear:
You better fear me dear, for I am Death,
And I'll take that shit you call a life,
In a single fucking breath,
I'll take your hope,
I'll take your fucking dreams,
I'll take your love,
I'll take everything you fucking bitch,
I'll steal the diamonds from your eyes,
I'll turn your promises into lies,
So I'll pour myself another drink. Light another cigg. And come tommarow this won't mean a thing, and that's exactly how I'll make it seem. Because I'm still not sleeping, still not eating, thinking I've crawled home from worse situations than this.
A blackout in the room again, my busted lip and some broken skin. I wake in the bathroom and dare not bother asking why the mirror's cracked and all I can see are the broken shards of glass inside of myself.
It's true: the sky has rotted.
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