Dont listen to the sound of all the people you know slowly falling apart.
It's a Gentleman's Etiquette
Date : Tuesday, October 23
Chronicle every second of it From the second you wakefully crawl out of bed To your last intrepid moment of the day I want every detail From the second you glanced her way To the moment you met her gaze I want you to capsulate for me The words that were spoken Put it into pill form So I can take it with my afternoon water So I can swallow it whole So it becomes a part of me I need you to regurgitate the body language Vomit it up all over me Unhinge your jaw if you have to So I’m covered in the flirtations Then vitrify me So I am like glass So you can see through me And maybe then You’ll be able to see Like a true gentleman would Just what you’ve done.
Throw a mask on me & disguise my ignorance frame my perfections & Highlight my success Paint me gold & let me live for eternity Save my youth And capture my beauty Plump my lips And carve my cheekbones When you sculpt this statue To put in that shrine you made The shrine where I alone Plaster the walls And my words Are glued across the ceiling So listen - When you try to steal me life Be sure to get it right.
Remember Paris in the 1920’s? When you kidnapped me from everything I know? I don’t because it never happened I was born in the late 80’s. In a time when war rested on every horizon. In a time when the distance to somewhere Was too far to travel And going nowhere was commonplace I never saw the Eiffel Tower at night I never saw the moons reflection in the lake So when I was murdered last night There’s a lot I hadn’t done. As you make my funeral arrangements What will my tombstone read? “She had regrets” … And who will dig my grave? I will, with my own two hands In my dead, decaying body I will take the shovel And scrape dirt from the ground While screaming out fantastic lyrics Because that’s something I’ve done before And you cant experience new things when you’re dead. And when I’m done digging my grave And tossing dirt on my regrets I will wait for you To kidnap me & place a kiss on my now chapped lips I will wait for you To sing me a lullaby As I slowly fall asleep I’ll wait for you To tell me my bedtime story The story of my life Except when you tell it this time Leave out the regrets And pretend you did take me to Paris.
Stay with me until I fall asleep And hold my hand As if we are stones mounted together As is we are two gargoyles Meshed together for eternity When the winds come to tear up apart Grip my hand tighter And when we are shot at with arrows From the villagers below us Shield us from harm When death comes to murder us Drink from the cup of life & resuscitate us. Stay with me until I fall asleep Ground us to this land As if we are plants rooted together As if we are two trees Growing together for eternity When the soldiers come to tear us apart Grip me tighter And when the lightning strikes From the sky above us Shield us from harm When death comes to murder us Drink from the cup of life & resuscitate us. Stay with me until I fall asleep Don’t let death take me today.
There’s a swing outside the mausoleum And it’s swaying The air was still But then I sighed And when I sigh The breeze seems to pick up & instead of just blowing the autumn leaves It picks up the branches It pushes the empty swing It lifts the horses from their fields & blows them straight across my window I can hear them crying But my gaze wont leave the swings I am the Zeus of the land The swings parade in circles Flipping and smacking against one another Their chains crashing together The graves scream out As the car breaks squeal Then the gray sky turns midnight & moonlight cascades through my window The swings fade into the darkness The horse cries’ begin to calm The wind softens All is silent Except for the distant screech Of the swing outside the mausoleum That still sways back and forth Whenever I sigh.
The dust of yesterdays mourning will fall It will blanket itself on my shelf And smother itself around Forget It will clump together As tears collapse its surface But I am the underachiever I will not attempt to clean it anymore And when the layers get too thick I will leave When the broom is covered And the rags are black I will pick up and go No belongings will follow me They are caked into position Glued in place By the sullen embodiment of hope The dust of yesterdays mourning will fall It will blanket itself on my shelf And you won’t catch me trying to clean it up.
Why are you on my TV? Climb our of the screen And run out of my window Leave me alone & don't appear on the bus again Or on that billboard Thats supposed to be the weatherman But somehow was you this morning Don't talk to me on the radio During my favorite AM talk show Leave me alone I cant escape you The late night sitcoms... They tell me to fix things & the radio... tells me "All you need is love" Even the newspaper says to "Act while you can" the magazine gives me a list A list of ways to win you back Like I want to! Leave me alone Get your fact off of the stamps on my bills & Don't tell my teachers to talk about you During our Shakespeare unit Don't show up in the paintings In my Art History class Leave me alone!
Weep! Young willow tree, Weep! Sob out your sorrows & let your faults hang out Let your pains spill out As your leaves drop off As the weather gets colder And as the wind picks up Let your sadness blow away So that next season When the warm air blows in You can start over & hopefully You'll weep no more.
The sun is shining too bright Cascading through the slivers in my blinds Theres a pulsating behind my eyes Because the clouds aren't blocking enough The clouds... Which usually absorb the light Like a sponge soaks up water - Are not doing good enough Today they stepped aside They are on protest Like the taxi drivers were a week ago Or the pro-lifers in response to that new abortion clinic The clouds sit around the sun Closing it in But still not doing their jobs And the sun is not an abortion clinic The light is not your minimum wage They've handcuffed themselves to the sky To the bright blue wall And they refuse to move So I get the bad end of their ordeal I sit - minding my own business... And am blinded by the light The light that shines too bright And shoves its' way Through the slivers in my blinds - As if in protest itself - Trying to make a point That nobody wants to hear.
Drape me over your shoulder Like you drape that scarf around your neck Let me strangle you As if I'm drowning And you are my life vest If I'm too heavy If my baggage is too much Tie a rope around me And drag me at your feet 'Cause I'm so along & so are you Don't leave me behind Ill be your decoration A purse on your shoulder The moss on your tree The crust on your bread Ill be the fly on your wall The water you tread Don't leave me behind Ill be the dew on your grass The frost on your window The ying to your yang Ill be what you cant 'Cause you are what I want Drape me over your shoulder Like you drape that scarf around your neck & don't leave me behind.
Fishing for daisies But daisies are pasted to my heart Pasted with super glue I cannot defy the system Cannot deny the hurt The constant tugging The ripping The hook scraping my organs My heart bleeds out its’ Love Repeat Its constant tugging Ripping – scraping my organs The lung is punctured Corruption settles in Cozies itself between Lies and Sanity I need a medical exam My heart cries out its’ Love You begin to reel me in The fishing rod is strong – I am weak No doubt you will win The daisies’ petals collapse One by one they are pulled away He loves me… He loves me not…
