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    A child crusader in your throat Takes a stab at nonexistence He's tired of hearing about it Hearing about Hearing Are you insane Or crazy Or mad? Do you see the sky as burgundy Do you imagine yourself perfect Imperfect? Do I? Funny how, when asked to pick our poison We always ch...
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    She stutters purpleorange When confronted by a nightmare And takes a candy-striped step From the center of her brain towards her ears Stings sting string syringe Shower water on toes whatwouldyourmothersayaboutyou? Blood stain cold rain chest pain insane The helium is gone gone going S...
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    So she dyed her hair red And called herself a poem Because a poem is a piece of dust And so was she And she poisoned herself With pills and a pen And a few choice words And she didn't mind one bit...
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    rewards curiosity with unanswerable questions because it appreciates being appreciated...
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    Mary Jane, she writes her songs That won't be sung And tries to fathom the stars That are hung From her ceiling into constellations. She won't sleep tonight, But that's nothing new. Once her pulse beat too bright Her insanity grew. "I need to get out Of my own head,&q...
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    Run away, little girl The asylum's pounding on your door. You fall asleep and wake up, And hate yourself a little more. Don't think about the nightmares (You know they're coming true) Or that nasty little habit That your friends think you outgrew. Don't you cry, little gi...
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    She woke up one morning And found she couldn't stand her music A thousand songs in mind But not any words or melodies She though tiredly And prodded all her empty thoughts With the ink side of a pen...
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    The brief infinity of a car ride Threatens to overthrow an afternoon After Noon Laughter Swoon Chapter Bloom And music leaks sulkily from the speakers Can't be heard over lowered windows and shouts Changed routes Doused doubts Growing up costs invincibility We think But maybe it's the o...
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    I am often accused of over-stating things, a master of hyperbole if you will. Needless to say, the majority of the people whom I often converse with raised a skeptical eyebrow upon hearing the news that two books had changed my life as we know it. But I can assure you that it was entirely true. The ...
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    It is nighttime when the ideas start coming to her They tap on the edges of her consciousness, and when they bounce off they make a sound like rocks bouncing off her windows Like the ones the boy down the street used to throw And she'd liked that a lot, but she never went outside to him And...
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    She has a bowl full of porcelain thoughts That she keeps on the top shelf, pushed back from the edge, to make sure that they don't tumble off and break Thoughts are fragile, don't you know Every day she takes them down In secret, of course And polishes them til they shine (They ar...
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    I wanted to tell them I really did But the moment I paused Was more than enough time For a confession to dig in its heels And stick in my throat Tongue smothered in cotton I choke on my words And sputter out excuses in place of my confessions...
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    we paint the ceiling with the shadows of our hands and color them with voices and “you'll never understand's” the music must be louder, louder, always louder we tell ourselves to just stand prouder our hands covered in ceiling paint...
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    Where have all the children gone? To what shelter has innocence fled? Where are the children hiding? It can't be true that love is dead? Where is my childhood now? Why do I have to grow up? When did they stop telling me how? And expecting me to take the jump? Why does it hurt this bad? ...
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    When she looks at the clock It is 11:12 One minute too late for a wish And it seems as if this is what her life Is fated to be, An array of just-missed opportunities Sliding out of reach Like so many grains of sand Jumping to their death through the neck Of an hourglass. There is a bottle...
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    A butterfly''s wings are crumpled paper on a sidewalk Shattered dreams are shards of broken glass in the gutters of integrity Hard truths peppered with white lies a sugary cough syrup coating the throat of humanity What truly separates bullets from thoughts? Daggers from words? What ...
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    She sits back in her chair and props her battered wrists atop the tears in her jeans. Head tilted back to the night sky, she avoids my question and confesses that she’s taken to naming the stars, trying to teach them to dance. Through the hold in her canvas sneakers, I see her biggest toe drumming...

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