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My mother tells me to clean up my room. She says it's a jungle in there. Well, that might sound a little harsh, Except for that one private marsh, And that tiger perched on my chair. My father tells me to clean up my room. He claims it looks like a pigpen. Well, that's a rather painful dig. He should know, I don't own a pig— Only a couple of chickens. My sister tells me to clean up my room. She thinks a tornado's just struck. I'd get mad at her for her gall, If the mess wasn't stacked so tall It can cover up my tank truck. My brother tells me to clean up my room. He swears he doesn't know the place. I would jab him betwe

In my little bedroom There's lots of space Walls that surround me Trapping me in a box Although there's a trick To getting outside the box It takes a wonderous imagination With a touch of creativity With a few posters here Some pictures there A wallscroll on the wall A few portraits to inspire Turns a room into a work of art Soon I create a world of my own With posters of my favorite shows Along with my favorite movies With a hint of fairy magic My room isn't normal anymore It's been transported into a new world A world where magic and fantasy Come to life before my eyes All around me I find inspiration Just by looking

there are static waves that crawl from the radio, crackling a 1950's love song that no one has ever written. there is a broken man on the muted television, forming a tight-lipped smile that will sell houses and not homes. there are lace curtains and cotton sheets that sing the discord of lonely fingers and bone-snapping dreams. there is a dimming lightbulb that is flickering overhead and slowly burning out. there are dying branches and plastic flowers that cover the sharpening memories of a color-coated love. there are wires that tangle across the floor and speak of the one inside these pulsing veins and electric rea

I hate my room so very much Especially when the door is shut The inside is so cold and lonely I just wish it wasn't so empty I hate my bare walls and messy desk Which remind me of you and the rest Everything here seems so gross and nostalgic Filled with nothing or something in every niche I hate my bed and the things I keep I despise my bed's vast underneath There are scary things under there Things of which I am not aware I hate my room and it's cramped space I'd love it if everything was just erased Then I wouldn't have such frightening dreams at night Then I wouldn't have to sleep with a light I hate my door and mirrors and

D o w n   the broken s                   t                       e                         p                           s (Where Earth met the Sea And June met July) A girl danced

moonlight like spun gossamer silver candy floss or cold temperatures in technicolour

today i slipped off the treshold of sanity and hit my head on the way down. i tripped and slipped up on the gravel, my mind cut out by my crown. trying to grasp i inhale dust, retching the accomplishments i have. trying to stand up i black out, losing the future i had. 5 february 2007

Neurotic Erotic Overly hypnotic Full of chemicals And addicted Overdosed And insanely wicked Decaying fiend Buried dream Bedroom asylum Too late to find them Candy, blood, and guns A touch of glitter too Welcome in for so much fun My bedroom asylum is waiting for you Stitched Bewitched Evil bitch Glitter whore Opium coated veins Crying for more All for your gain Glamorous freak Absinthe eyes that seek Straightjacket bondage Climax forcing you over the edge Candy, blood, and guns A touch of glitter too Welcome in for so much fun My bedroom asylum is waiting for you Frightful love Caressed with this flesh glove

He held her hair Covered her mouth "Shhhh" long and drawn out Soft whimpers came out from behind the hand "Its okay I have you now and forever" A few tears landed on the hand "You can't leave now but I know you wouldn't want to Isn't that right?" A few more tears A few louder whimpers "I couldn't hear you?" He pulled the brown hair Then pushed down the back of her head "Good... Goooood" "I want to tell you the pain you caused me. All the sleepness nights. All the hours spent watching you." Between the whimpers came a broken cry "p-p-ple-ple-ase" "Are you really going to interrupt my perfect love story?" He moved her he

You call me weak, I might be, You call me names, I take them, I stood up to you, You pushed me down, My body feels hot, My knuckles turn white, I close my eyes, When I open them you lay on the floor, Broken, Bleeding, You get up and swing at me, I swing back harder than ever before, As you fall I see tears of blood, Istill feel rage, I still feel hate, Everyone stares as they pull me away, Still swinging, Covered in blood that is not mine, You called me weak, But my hate for you made me strong.