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Burned

Hiss, Hiss, Snap goes the lighter
And he walks ahead
Just like a fighter
Click, Click, kaching goes the money
And he leaves with his poison
Why am I laughing? This isn't funny
But I can't help but laugh, laugh, laugh
My face hurts
My mind is starting to drift
And boom! Something bursts
I'm the boss of me
And I'm not so right
What do I do
I'm losing my own fight
Who is this?
This isn't me
I can't believe what I see
Hiss, hiss, snap goes the lighter
And he passes it round
Down, down, down, goes the fighter
We all make a sound
Crash, crash, crash
We are heading
Burn, burn, burn, we are burning
But, no one is learning
What did I do?
What was I thinking?
I can't believe I wanted to
I'm the boss of me
And I'm not so right
What do I do?
When I let myself lose sight
Who is this?
Who is she?
What did I do?
Is this me?

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The Big Bad Wolf

Time is going by
Hell is breaking loose
Everybody is running, running, jumping, paralleling by

Bright eyes surround you, they have never, always, sometimes, been waiting
If the stars blink out, the sun burns out, the moon falls down
Great savta's all around, will have never been creating

Bright, bright, bright, living it up
All the blessings and curses of the universes
Dished out in one golden cup

Wish, wish, faith, hope, pray upon a star
Often someone will hear
Like an Angel, They always know where you are
Fall away, and pray that you can hold all you hold dear

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Alibi

Alias
Short hair, red dress, and bag with a computer recorded mess
Drop of the hat
Drop of the pen
A lawyer, getting the scoop with a camera pen,
just like that
Dangling over a mountain
Following a shadow
Chasing a figurative ghost
I can say I'm sick at rush hour at the most

Alias
Track star
Racing a black car
With a drop of the pen
With a flick of the wrist
There's a new twist
Chasing a tip
Running after a shadow
Open ears, closed lips
I guess I'm calling in sick

Hot shot lawyer
Fast talking reporter
High tech recorder
Modern day Tom Sawyer
Alibi
Alias
A fake goodbye
A goodnight kiss
I guess the question is…
Who am I?

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The Face

The rain falls silently
Against the blackness of the cottage window pane
The raindrops swirl in the air, being lifted and pulled
By the unknown forces of the breezy wind
The face in the window spends its time looking in
On other peoples lives
Looking out into the rain
The face in the window
Is thought of as a haunting of someone’s past
Never thought of as a guard
And never thought of as rational  
Its snowy, white eyes
Look into the personalities
Of little girls playing with dolls
In the 1980’s of The Cottage
Of Men and Woman loving and hating
In later times
The face in the window
Always wonders why they run away
After spending only a night or a day
In its precious little cottage
In its strange little forest
In its strange little world

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First Slamwork, I'M Really Nervous

It feels as if this should be wrong 
But after today I don’t think that there is such a thing as wrong or right
Because what if 
What if 
What if I have been going about my life with non-existent parallels, juxtapositions, black and whites? 
Not what if, but why?
Why have I been wandering? 
Why have I been looking at the world through my eyes? 
These eyes, that are the spirit guide of my brain 
These two things, that have been trained, conditioned, and molded 
Into seeing 
Seeing and labeling 
Labeling and judging
Even when my eyes see, when they take a match, light it
Burn it 
Flare it
Igniting neurons and thoughts that result it in a line of words and letters
“I won’t judge”
“I don’t care”
“I’m not one to stare”
Those in itself, in themselves, cause myself 
To be what I don’t want to be 
One thought, one red herring
Destined to be captured and sent to one of two prisons
Right or wrong
Right says its righteous 
Wrong says it’s not righteous enough
One is seen as week the other as too rough 
But why have I been listening to these eyes?
That in themselves makes me a prisoner 
Two keys that force me to see in ways that I have been taught
Why can’t I listen with my soul?
And see with my heart?
Because this is what I have been taught.
But I can recognize that this train of thought 
Can be
Derailed
Redirected
As long as I saw.

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Hold Me Tight

Hold me tight
I want it to last
Hold me close
I want you to be fast

The music is pumping my ears
With it's swirl of thrumming and beats, pitches and yells, and highs and lows
It's just you and me, and a few thousand people, but other than that no one knows

That your hand is on my waist
Holding me tight
That I'm savoring your taste
Because I want you to last
But I like things to go fast

The lights are reflected in my eyes
You move your body into mine
I dance away, I dance back, I dance away, I dance back
There is no death, no life, no time
I dance away, you bring me back, you dance away, you can't help but come back
I am the pendulum
You are my base
I am the wind
You are the space

It's as if my blood is getting ready to race
It's preparing itself
It always wins
You gaze and smile, your whole story formulating on your face

But I'm not that simple
I reflect others, not myself
But at the moment, I feel high off of happiness

So hold me tight
Don't let me fall
Hold me close, I'll be your shining light
I want us to last
But I like to move fast
So, the least you can do is take my hand

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Serious

"My dear, I think you are shrinking!"

No, you just spend too much time drinking…

"No, I pass the time by thinking!"

Then it's just in your head…

"You are already dead! It's odd talking to a living corpse…"

I breathe your air! I walk your ground! I speak your words!

"Do you drink my sustenance, eat my food, Because, your words taste like repentance!"

I beg to differ!

"I want to see you beg on your knees!"

I want an apology, please!

"I WANT TO SEE YOU BEG ON YOUR KNEES!"

Could a corpse do this?

"You have a weak punch."

COULD A CORPSE DO THIS?

"You have a mediocre kick, just look how you hunch!"

Why don't you fight?

"I don't take candy from children."

That's not funny, it's not! I'm here! I'm in your sight!

"No,  you've already left"

Come again?

"Give it back. You have till the count of ten!"

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Four Little Boxes

Four little boxes all in a row
Four little boxes, each has a story that people should be blessed to know
One box is fair
One box is made with care
One is covered with stains
And the last is easy to see that someone loved to play games
Four little boxes all in a row
Four little boxes, each has a story that people should be blessed to know
Four little heads, playing pretend
Four little mouths, walking on the river and around the bed
Four little eyes, seeing the world with wonder
Four little minds, adding their own touch to people's hearts
Four memories, full with pretend
Playing house, and yelling when they couldn't go out
Four little people, hugging and kissing, the purest way to mend
Four little boxes, all in a row
Covered in dust and snow
Four little boxes, put away
Never to come back and play
The first little box passed away
The second little box lost her way
The third little box grew up
And the fourth little box is making new little boxes that will one day
Maybe be put away…

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Little Girl

He walks in with a ring
Asks my Daddy for his blessing
Tells him how much happiness I bring
Tells him that his little girl is a rare porcelain princess
And he wants to be my prince; he doesn't want to settle for less
"So please," he begs just say "Yes!"
Daddy just looks at him with a tear in his eyes and an emotional stare
He sees his little princess climbing trees
He sees his little girl crying over scraped knees
Sees his precious hugging him in past memories
Hears her telling him; "Daddy! I love you!"
"Daddy, it's a secret! Don't tell mommy please!"
He can feel her excitement when she goes on her first date
He can see her riding her first bike
Getting into a snowball fight
Daddy's little girl always gives him radiant smiles
Daddy's little princess always remembers to give him a good night kiss
She gives her symphony of love and generosity to the world
But she always saves a special shine for father
Going on hikes
Reading together
Riding her first bike
"Daddy, listen to this song please!"
"Daddy! Please come pick me up!"
He remembers all the happy and sad memories

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The Chase

Sounds of laughter shake the trees
Sounds of screaming bring me to my knees
Living is so hard
But I really love this world
Nothing's gonna change me
I will sign myself and turn into a tree
Sounds of laughter
Dancing to nonexistent music
I will never regret leaving you even this, even after
I will live my life
I will cheat Her
I will avoid the old age and strife
It's hard to be someone in this time
What time is it?
And what are we upon?
In the company of the stars, my purple eyes almost look lit
The fires that She caused
To ensnare me
I escaped
Laughter shakes the trees
Screaming brings you to your knees
She is coming after me
But I will live and live, and I love life
And I learn from all this strife
And I love and despise humanity
And I will forever hold on to my sanity
Because She will never get to me