TORTUREDxSOUL

I have been thrown head first into a culture that doesn't want me. Or rather it's me that just doesn't belong. I grow tired of the lingering smoke and stale breath. The cancer sticks and mini-skirts. Oversized jeans and substance abuse. Do I embrace it and join the race? Or reject it and start my own…

She married her white knight today but left this helmet on his head. The thought of what she'd find inside. filled her heart with dread. She pretended not to noice the crack along his breast. His sword, hung low beneath his belt, The Tarnish on his chest. From a distance these could not be seen He was shiny, erect, and new. To a damsel tired of the wait, He was her dream come true.

I put your picture on the wall. One of those you get from the overpriced photo booths. I used to look at it and smile. Now it makes me sad. Like the two of us, its faded with time. Your face has gotten fuzzy. And every time I walk by you're faded a little more away. Somewhere I imagine she's putting a picture of you on her wall. Probably from the same overpriced photo booth. I know I shouldn't be upset. You weren't ever really mine. I was just hoping. But now you're off smoking with this other girl who you wont stop talking about. So if I take a new photo will you never go away? And when that first p

I remember when you asked me, If I'd write a poem for you I said "just give it time my dear" I'd write you something true Now you've been gone for 2 whole years, An unwanted memory. I should have been more honest, I should have made you see. I hated the way your hand felt Pushing hard against my back. And the guilt you made me feel When you told me all I lacked. I hated how your breath felt As you pushed against my lips Your grasp was too tight on my hands, Too rough against my hips. I hated how you tried so hard, And pushed me far too fast. We wanted different things I guess, It wasn't meant to last. So here's to you my

So you think you've got me figured out Well honey that's a laugh cuz I don't even have me figured out Wait your turn get back in line I'm not gonna let you in this time Just wait a while longer let me spend some time alone I swear its nothing personal we just need time to learn Every time you look at me you will find something new Can you tell me who I am to you? Do you see a sad girl, sappy girl. "just ignore her she don't matter" Mad girl, happy girl, "why can't I understand you?" Bad girl, baby girl, "why don't you loosen up girl?" I'm no super girl I'm only human after all Tell me what you're trying to say With your support

*original title* This Song is One Giant Contradiction I like music just like the best of them Your typical band geek some might say Speechless strings of violins can turn my sorrows to a grin Its instruments, not words that make my day I don't necessarily listen to what's popular Those love songs make me sad and it shows Their broken hearted melodies and nervous virgin memories Only tell me what I already know They tell me what I already know (CHORUS) That's why I listen to jazz That's why I listen to Grainger Because I'm no stranger Because it's a danger Start throwing moving tongues and voices into the mix And pretty soon yo

Clock strikes twelve. Time to turn back into a pumpkin. Suddenly everyone sees you. But doesn't know you. Not as they did 10 minutes ago. Welcome back to reality. When you have to fight to be seen. Fight to be heard. Fight for what  you love. Fight for their understanding. 20 minutes ago, you were in the spotlight. Ripping open your skin. Showing everyone who you are. Your passion shines brightly under the spotlight. The whole room stops. Stops breathing. Stops speaking. Stops judging. 30 minutes ago people didn't recognize you. They forgot about the girl in the daylight. Funny how the sun shines brighter than an

What do you see when you look at me? Do you see a young "cutter," Whose dark eyes foretell a black alley, and a joint? Do you see a "typical teenage girl," Who has pills in her pocket, and a condom in her purse? Do you see a "social outcast," Who keeps to herself, and sits with a book on a Friday night? Do you see an "artsy girl," Who has hopes and dreams, and lets creativity drip from her fingers? Or do you see just a "girl," Whose curvy form and long hair, blend with all of the other girls.

Throb with the vast poison of yesterday Cold like an open porcelain ocean Blush with the color of a warm velvet sky Surround yourself with his marble smile Drink in the ghost of his voice Icy breath soft on melting lips Sacred desire and wild dances To fly above the universe We lie beneath the smoke of our young hearts Free the prisoner through the window of eternity Decay together, one and all Hands connected, sleep into the brilliant night Never to wake alone

"Hey, man, this is crazy. No way are people going to catch on to this." "Oh yeah? What makes you so sure? Just imagine it. The constituents of this world are lost, unsure of which 'company' to put their faith in. They've been burned in the past for their outlandish, diverse choices and are afraid of putting forth new ideas. Then, suddenly, we arrive! Our golden gates swinging wide to accept each and every one, turning tables and bursting with fresh ideas, we'll be a hit for sure. What with the twelve of you on our side already and after a series of etched in stone reviews and a little hocus pocus from the public relations department BAM! We'