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Sweet Suburbia

Driving down the street,
sweet suburbia exhales,
scents of butter pecans
and apple blossoms penetrate the wind,
but secrets hide behind this serene atmosphere.

Momma's passed out on the couch,
Jack's become her best friend.
She has numbed out the pain around her,
rejects the truth.

Bobby loves his gun,
he knows how to make it all come to an end.
One day he'll have the courage,
and take everyone else with him.

Suzy hides in her closet,
she doesn't want daddy to find her,
have his ways like he does.
She just wants to fade away and die.

Papa's working late,
thinking of his sweet desert,
no one knows the world he creates,
while he pushes reality away.

Mittens sits in the windowsill,
watches the strangers pass by,
his tail twitching back and forth,
the only thing that knows the truth behind the doors.

While the house silently cries,
the world will still drive by.
Smell the sweetness in the wind,
be hypnotized,
by a sweet suburban lie.


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Bottled Tears

The tears continued to bottle,
all the time I was with you.
The disappointment, 
the pain,
the heart wrenching broken chains,
you kept putting me through.
The bottle continually grew,
salt infused tears dripping to the top.
As time went on 
the bottle never went away.
It continued to sit there,
slowly dripping on the scars left 
from the pain.
The salt burned my soul,
letting it hard to let go,
continuing to make the scars
never grow old.
As the bottle began to overflow
into my darkened soul,
I couldn't keep the tears in,
it shattered deep in my heart.
The tears poured across my skin,
causing the pain to grow and grow,
all I could do to get rid of it
was to embrace the pain I felt.
Let this fester to a new world in my mind;
let the anger from the disappointment grow.
As the moment snapped,
the time stood still for one moment's release.

Freedom now I feel!
The moment's consequences were worth it,
the bottle will never refill,
and forever cracked it will be.
My tears will never drop,
because you will never contact me!

Thank God that I have been set free!


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Days I Fight

There are just days,
I just want to fade,
no joy can exist,
find a place.

I hide from the world,
keep to myself,
they should never have to see,
the evil that persists.

I fight to survive,
but find myself just wanting to die.
No one could comprehend my inner soul,
could accept the battle within.

I fight to not give in,
but this war seems too hard to win.
I question how strong I could truly be,
what the night may ultimately bring.

I hide from my nightmares,
try to stay up late.
Here they come to haunt me,
in the brightest light.

There are just days,
I just want to be in another place.
Maybe I'll finally wake,
and there will be no battle to face.


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Starry Nights

Defiled by the city lights,
the stars no longer shine so bright.
I can't try to count their numbers,
or wish upon their falling beauty.
Life is dulled deep in the night
by the bustling busyness,
the need to succeed,
to forget about the splendor,
that we can no longer see.
Nature is destroyed
as industry progresses day by day,
and every night I'm mourning,
because the stars have faded away.


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Victim

I will not be a victim 
to my circumstances.
Even though I've been bruised,
beaten,
left for dead,
I will not be a victim.
I have left myself 
in the worst situations.
Wasted away
by my own self inflictions,
but I will not be a self created victim.
I have a purpose,
a meaning,
meant to stand up tall.
I have been made special,
created solely by a true God,
and He did not create me,
just to be a victim.


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Forever Friends We'll Be?

I said forever we'll be.
That's you and me.
Though the love may have fizzled,
the friendship would never leave.
I must question myself now,
face the truth,
now that you are you,
and I am me,
there is something growing so deep.
The length of time between when we talk 
becomes longer and longer,
surprisingly it doesn't hurt like it used to,
how could it be?
I'm finding my mind doesn't know what to do,
questioning everything,
even the love I had for you.
As my faith in God grows,
the strength in my soul builds,
I realize the victim love made me.
Now I am a survivor,
but find myself questioning,
wondering if truly...

forever friends we'll be.



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A Valentine for You

My dear love,

I must let you know the truth.
I find you beautiful,
amazing,
pure in my eyes.

My dear bride,

I must let you know the truth.
There is a banquet,
a celebration,
an everlasting faithfulness to you.

My dear one,

I must let you know the truth.
I have died for you,
gave up my flesh and bones,
so it is something you will never have to do.

My dear child,

I must let you know the truth.
I am here to protect you,
hold you,
keep a light on in the dark.

My dear love,

I must let you know the truth.
Once you love me,
accept my sacrifice,
I will always love you.


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Dead Man's Blood

Dead man's blood,
that rose again.
My salvation
to this life I've lived.

No one sees my heart,
true and whole,
see the blood on my hands,
this knowledge I know.

Without this faith
I would just die over and over again,
drowning in a pool 
of these unholy sins.

It is dead man's blood,
that rose again,
that pours over me,
and cleanses these hands.

No one sees my scars,
self-inflicted by my soul,
cutting my skin,
burning me whole.

And with out this faith
these scars would never heal,
blood would continually run
down this vessel I am in.

It is a dead man's blood,
that rose again,
that searches in my soul 
and makes me whole again.

This dead man weeps,
walks by my side,
reminds me every day,
that he is truly alive.

He holds me tight in the dark,
shines the holiest of lights,
keeps me warm in winter,
and covers me in the darkest night.

It is a dead man's blood,
that miraculously rose again,
that has proven to me,
that he is the true Prince.






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Make Me Hate Your Face

I focus on things
that make me hate your face.
Maybe then the pain will fade.

I know deep inside
I care about your life,
but right now I just want to forget.

You don't understand,
never will,
how you've pierced my heart.

I wish I could say
it will just go away,
but the blade cut too deep.

I feel the blood,
it trickles down my chest,
and it draws me to my knees.

I fall to the floor,
pray it will all finish now,
maybe this pain will finally be undone.


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Today Does Not Define Tomorrow

I feel empty, 
lonely,
I know I failed.
But today does not define tomorrow,
and I must thank God.

I know I am battered,
and beaten,
mutilated again.
But these scars are not forever,
and I must believe in more.

My heart is darkened,
worried,
busy with noise.
But the noise will be softened,
and I must pray again.

My thoughts are wicked,
and perverted,
dead to the truth.
But the light will shine deeply,
and I will soon know you.

Today does not define tomorrow,
my past doesn't make my today.
The blood shed will be over,
I will be shown another way,
led to a holier place.


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