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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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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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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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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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Halloween Night

It's a white Halloween~
It's a perfect night to scream~
There's thunder snow
There's ice on your car
There's no where to go
But trick or treating, and far!

It's a white All Hallows Eve~
There's a tree on the electrical wire~
The night is ripe with tricks and treats
What a pretty  tree! With its presents of sparks and fire!

Oh!
9 Tee peed trees~
8 screaming ghosts~
7 angry hosts~
6 scared children~
5 eggs thrown~
4 pranks; suspects unknown~
3 cheap neighbors giving pretzels~
2 kissing kids~
And a Partridge in a Chocolate Pear Tee Peed Tree!

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Lier

Cant you see?
I hate the way you stare
I love the way you cant win with me
I'm never going to smile at you as if I care
Like I don't have my walls up

So walk away
You cant change my mind  
I'm not some starving stray
You think I don't see your smile and wink, but I'm not blind

All you will ever see
Is my fading back
As I walk away, I'm not some stray you can buy at a high fee
My hate towards you makes me want to crack
And prick you with my rosy thorns

So just leave me alone
I will never let you in
Just let me go home
I hate you as much as sin
No matter how many diamonds and books you give
I will just burn them all
And shatter and ignore your call
I know that there's a fall to your rise
I lie in your eyes
A fake in your cry
Your scream is just a guise

So get out!
Go somewhere else!
My loyalty doesn't lie with you
My smiles will never be true to you
I will not lose to your riches
I want a refund and a receipt so I can return your gift
With a two for one gift card complete with your *****es
I tore up all those dresses by the stitches
And wound them around your door
You will always know what this is for

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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…