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My HeartTaylor's P.O.V
I was sitting on the counter in the house we all stay at during our off time of tour. I was pretty much alone, Hayley and Josh went out for lunch, Jeremy ran to the store and Zac was asleep in his room. I sat there for awhile just staring off. I heard the front door open followed by
"Im home" 'I guess Jeremy made it home first.'
I hoped off the the counter to help bring in the grocery's.
"hey whatdya ya get?" I questioned trying to peer into the bags.
"Cereal, Ramen, Mac n' Cheese, and some stuff to make teriyaki chicken tonight." He said setting some f the bags on the counter taking the ones i had out of my hands as he started to place the objects in various places.
I hoped back on the counter and watched as he starte
Outcast call to arms introAndys P.O.V
I was walking though the studio. I had just finished recording the vocals to Knives and Pens Acoustic.
I found the break room with ease. Slowoly i opened the door.
I found that tohe room had A couch in fornt of a TV, a fridge in the conner. oppiste that conner was a bed, well more of a mattress with some pillows and blankets.
Ashly or ash was sitting on the couch with sandra usinh his sholder as a pillow not that it looked like he cared.
Jake was over at the fridge rumiging though it.
"Hay Andy"Jake said turning around from the fridge with a root beer in his hands.
Family FunAfter gettin back from a food carnival at city center
Mom-Hey got you some panflits on drugs
Mom-Because you need to know
Me- im stright edge
Mom- Any whay i got you one on Inhants*hands to me* um marijuana*hands over*
Alcohol*hands to me* Oh and prescription drugs*hands to step dad*
stepdad-*glares and walks away*
A little later
Me-Did you know that smoking tabaco can make you cranky
StepDad- you know what makes me angry people that give
StepDad- well yes. but
SidhlairielI sat on the balcony
listing to the trees
as they share stoires of the past
and the oceans whispering about adventure
my time is near
for i will leave soon
but do not worry
for i live in memory
for the trees well tell my storie
to those who pass though these woods
and the oceans well whisper my name for a lifetime and more
i will be gone but will live on
and you will know
about all the pain
all the love
and all the adventers i had
all you have to do is listin to nature
and you will hear
For love is lost 4-Alex-
It was late
just gotten home from work
he was sitting on the coffee table
she was on the couch in front of him
she was crying but nodding her head in a yes manner
he had that sad but strict look in his eyes
As i walked i already knew
it was about Jamie
it was about the unrequierd love
that the two share.
it hurts to see how pained everyone seems to be
over this one thing
i gess i just dont understand
iv always had that love connection
i know josh didnt untell me
so he makes sence out of this
well this situation i gess youd call it.
As i reached them Abrei was wiping her eyes
and josh was hugging her
as she left she said nothing
just nodded meckly
thats when Josh turned to me
"She understand" and walked towred the bedroom
so i reached for my phono
to call Jamie
to help sort this mess out.
For love is lost 3-Josh-
is so sad
it reminds me of Alex and i
only our love wasnt as blind
We always loved eachother
and didnt let anything get in our way
i belive if they tried harder they would succed
heh its almost funny how diffrent we are
Abrei is my best freind but i swear somtimes she can be so
so just blind to love
and Jamie shes like a sister to me and it pains me to see
all the confusion and heartbreak
that this youngin goes though
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
Helping Hand-Helping Hand-
Its the smiles i put on faces
Its the the hugs i receive in return.
Its the way they thank me
Its what makes me fell whole
To help people
The grandest gesture.
Weather its giving them a complement
Or helping them though a break up.
When i see that smile
When i get that hug
or hear that Thank You
It makes me the happiest person alive.
Just to know that they're happy.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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