Bugs are trying to break me down using terror and I want a pastry.

The only way get rid of the shadows is to turn off the lights, stop running from the darkness and face what you fear head on.

Sometimes we discover our talents only through necessity.

Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth, come they in shape of demons, gods, or elves, are allegories with deep hearts of truth that tell us solemn secrets of ourselves. Henry Timrod

Flowers- a storybook ending

There's a bee inside my brain
And it's stinging all the nerves
Poison in my veins
Pecking sores left by hummingbirds

What if gardens could sing
Would they tell me anything about roses
About love
Anything about pliers
And working hands in rubber gloves

Daisies whisper secrets
That everyone can hear
As the orchids
Gossip using old bottles of beer
Left behind by my innocence and shattered pride
I used to hide behind
I used to hide behind

But now I'm moving
I'm moving right along
And I'm sorry
If you don't like my little song
But I'm moving
And evading privacy
And all my flower friends can clearly see
That their much better off with the new me

Blue skies tell me I'm right
And deceivery flies in the wings of butterflies
Pink fireworks shine over white picket fences
And tulips ride the waves left over by broken airplanes
Left to die in a dizzy desert
Where pilots gather the lyrics to fizzy sunshine growing on apple trees
And maple leaves can't tell the deference between
My tears and the rain

Cause now I'm moving
I'm moving right along
And I'm sorry
If you don't like my little song
But I'm moving
And evading privacy
And all my flower friends can clearly see
That their much better off with the new me

I know my place
And in the flower race
I'm obviously a little pretty yellow dandelion
That still doesn't know
Where to sprout her roots
Beside an old worn boot
Under the porch of a poor old couple who
Doesn't mind the noise
Of flower friends playing with their garden toys

Cause I'm still moving
Moving right along
And I'm sorry
If you don't like my little song
But I'm moving
And evading privacy
And all my flower friends can clearly see
That their much better off with the new me
(the new me)
Much better off with the new me
I'm much better off with the new me
(I like bees and...I guess I'm kinda like a dandelion)

Enchanted- Taylor Swift

I'm going to hell for sure now

Reaching Sin

Chasing invisible trains on obscure railroad tracks
Season of glitter decay into lovely runaway flames
the fire plays at the wheels, a rainbow of feel
Ill colors forcing acid through my throat

Dizzy tye-dye moves in foul wavelets
Rippling in silence toward a sick framework of steam
A lurid terrorist masked confident by a disgusting air of color,
Only growing pompous by revulsion

Imagination eases out a reaching hand
and laughter shakes my shoulders into a splintering pain,
making me spit irony
A hacking throttle of my throat spins molecules
The air around me flickering as if holographic

At a certain slant of light, I twist my mind around
Sensationalism chipping its way out of my degree of silence
Stinging my eyes with lovely, gossamer
I sit wide eyed like a child as evil stares right back

Tim Burton

I have a problem when people say something's real or not real, or normal or abnormal. The meaning of those words for me is very personal and subjective. I've always been confused and never had a clearcut understanding of the meaning of those kinds of words.

Don't ask the question for an answer Don't look to pain to make it all better Expecting irony to forgive you was your first mistake

I can see you...can you see me?

I've seen the glass hearts you place beside your bed
Found the ancient scars you've hidden behind all the words you said
And all the reasons why you say you're worthless
All the skeletons that scream to menfrom your closet

It seems I'm not aloud to get tired Not aloud to fall asleep For there's a woman at my door And she does nothing there but weep

Perhaps karma

I always tried for silence to cover up the pain
A hoodie for the rain
Lies for the shame
I always tried for cold eyes to shield the real me
But now she's trying to set herself free

And now the silence shakes me more than the noise
My safe haven isn't safe for me anymore
I need to speak
Honey, just speak

Cause I dont wanna bother with all this fear
But if I could, I wouldn't cry my final tears
Cause I'm just a girl who doesn't know what she wnats
But deep down inside, every girl just wants to be loved

I knnew dreaming came at a price
Slipping from reality was my sacrifice
But I don't wamt to live that any longer
No, not any longer
I'm raking my eyes so I can see
Just me
Just me

And I don't wanna bother with all this fear
But if I could, I wouldn't cry my final tears
(Silent, silent, muffled by my pillow)
Cause I'm just a girl who doesn't know what she wants
But deep down inside, every girl just wants to be loved
Oh, I just want to be loved
(Honey, you're loved)