falsified forever.

if we can’t live forever,

then let’s die together.

pull a gun, cause that’s just us.

generation y; passionate as ever.

i love you.

i just wanted you to know

that i’m not doing this for show.

this is why,

and you are the reason.

i love you…

it’s something you should know.

c’mon, scream louder, cause

i can’t hear over the buzz

of the memories running through

my mind about what was.

i love you.

i just wanted you to know

that i’m not doing this for show.

this is why,

and you are the reason.

i love you…

it’s something you should know.

i love you.

i just wanted you to know

that i’m not doing this for show.

this is why,

and you are the reason.

i love you…

it’s something you should know.

if we can’t live forever,

then let’s die together.

pull a gun, cause that’s just us.

generation y; passionate as ever.

i love you.

i just wanted you to know

that i’m not doing this for show.

this is why,

and you are the reason.

i love you…

it’s something you should know.

no matter how hard we try,

the hand of cards won’t comply.

i love you.

so why can’t we die?

lie, marie.

the truth is but the truth,
to that, no argument can be made
and a lie, therefore, is nothing more
than the truth, a bit delayed

and ivy creeps
and grows in knots
and truth is buried deep
and then excuses of
tongues the loosest
induce the falsest sleep.

so lie, marie, lie.
give me permission to leave
give me your leave to go,
your crumbled words make me die.
marie, i’ll take your largest lie.

once you grew a garden
and it bloomed so lovely
but the lies that kept it living
revealed it to be ugly

you buried bottles of gin
prayed to the Marlboro Man
that they would bloom in sin
bleeding hearts in a tomato can
the truth hurts, and lies too
your truth is almost as ugly as you.

so lie, marie, lie.
give me permission to leave
give me your leave to go,
your crumbled words make me die.
marie, i’ll take your largest lie.

i care not to meet the saints
who falsely answer your prayers
and desires smeared with red paint
to signify the blood shed
from our lord in the sky,
and that, my dear, is the biggest lie.
had you really no clue?
what you see is what you do.

so lie, marie, lie.
give me permission to leave
give me your leave to go,
your crumbled words make me die.
marie, i’ll take your largest lie.
lie, marie, lie.
tell me the backwards truth.
wipe your tears, brighteyes,
her morals always were loose.
lie, marie! because your truth is nonexistent.
let your tongue not be resistant,
lay me in my grave,
bring me to your grace,
to words you play slave.

and lies are but the truth,
wrapped up in lace,
delightful little lies,
how decadent is our demise.

face card female.

with no fantasies about faith

she struggles and tries to relate

but behind those sparkling eyes

there is a secret that she hides

a girl with some regrets

she lives inside a safety net

my arms open wide to catch her

and if she’ll fly, I’m not sure

but as the sun rises, a new day begins

some hearts will lose

and some hearts will win

roll the dice and move along

in the game of love, she’s only a pawn

she’s a card with queens and hearts

and her clockwork needs just a few more parts

to make her tick and remember love

her “tock’s” still broken

and thread’s not enough

and wisdom she has shared with me

is priceless though she gives it free:

love is a game where you play to lose

miscounting cards and crap shooting booze

rereading words stained and frayed

too high remains the price you’ve paid

but as the sun rises, a new day begins

some hearts will lose

and some hearts will win

roll the dice and move along

in the game of love, she’s only a pawn

still tripping from that fall from grace

her question about crimson lace

and she’s even more lovely than “cellar door”

that the raven may sing rather than “nevermore”

but as the sun rises, a new day begins

some hearts will lose

and some hearts will win

roll the dice and move along

in the game of love, she’s only a pawn

she’s untouchable in my mind

and carved soap kids are a treasure to find

so look out your window one last time tonight

for on the horizon shines a faint pink light

crimson question pt. 1

crying crimson never scared her;
she was doing it for you.
and those snow white scars on ghostly arms
drew no fear either.
everything was always for you.

but why did she lie awake at night,
crying to her heart?
maybe because it was the only other one
broken, scarred and harmed.

it was relief each morning to wake.
taken away from those screaming, heavy nightmares.
that searing pain as she tried,
to stitch his heart to her side.
and her clothes still lay on the floor,
but they mean nothing to him anymore.

but why does that wedding dress still hang in her closet?
torn and frayed, age eating it day by day.
but why does her smile screen bullets for you?
why? after all that you put her through.
why? anthrax and tear gas, too, when nothing…
is more than you do?

and she still cries, locked away in her gloom.
darkness being all that she’s faithful too.
so tell me, oh, answer me this:
how did you break her, with one little kiss?

why is her heartbeat throbbing for you?
why? your lies so real they were true.
why? when that wedding dress is made
from the blood that she’s shed.
why don’t you just kill her, handgun to the head?
oh wait, you metaphorically did.

goodbye.

when i said i’d write her a song

i didn’t picture it like this

sitting at a desk

wondering where i belong

when i said i’d dedicate words

i didn’t think it’d be like this

crying and trying to not be heard

choruses never came easy to me

cause they make me feel like my world’s on repeat

so now, i’ll just write strings of words

singing verses about hollow birds

wallpapering my heart with thoughts naïve

covering what even i can’t believe

and maybe this shows that we don’t feel the same

cause in some twisted way, i’m sure i’m to blame

put this paper down and burn each word by the letter

and quit while you’re ahead, kid,

it’s not getting any better.

choruses never came easy to me

cause they make me feel like my world’s on repeat

so now, i’ll just write strings of words

singing verses about hollow birds

wallpapering my heart with thoughts naïve

covering what even i can’t believe

and i feel like i should tell her

that she can lost my number if she wants

cause that might make this easier

she won’t be left with only photographs that haunt.

when we die, there’s this place we go

where everyone loves you and you’re not alone

so her suitcase is packed for a metaphorical lie

and this is why i know that i’m still alive

choruses never came easy to me

cause they make me feel like my world’s on repeat

so now, i’ll just write strings of words

singing verses about hollow birds

wallpapering my heart with thoughts naïve

covering what even i can’t believe

i can just see the confusion on your face

when i give you this envelope that say,

“read me on the plane.”

don’t get me wrong, i can’t live without you

yet when you same the same, it doesn’t seem true

but it’s so hard when what should be our first

changes to last

life’s just so hard when first changes to last

and these roads i thought together we’d cross

now put me at a loss

for words except for ones that cut like glass

i don’t want to be a face from your past

choruses never came easy to me

cause they make me feel like my world’s on repeat

so now, i’ll just write strings of words

singing verses about hollow birds

wallpapering my heart with thoughts naïve

covering what even i can’t believe

so here you go, my heart in word form

and in the corner, you’ll see it’s torn

but this is a lesson i’ll never learn:

don’t get attached, it only burns

secretly, i’ll tear out the thread

that connected our hearts, it feels like lead

so next time we speak, hello will be a bigger lie

this one’s for you, it’s called goodbye.