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Migraine

I’ve got a migraine and my pain will range from up, down, and sideways,
Thank God it’s Friday ‘cause Fridays will always,
Be better than Sundays ‘cause Sundays are my suicide days,
I don’t know why they always seem so dismal,
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle,
Whether it’s the weather or the letters by my bed,
Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head,
Let it be said what the headache represents,
It’s me defending in suspense, it’s me suspended in a defenseless test,
Being tested by a ruthless examinant that’s represented best by my depressing,
Thoughts, I do not have writer’s block, my writer just hates the clock,
It will not let me sleep, I guess I’ll sleep when I’m dead,
And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.

Am I the only one I know,
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I’m alone,
But I know we’ve made it this far, kid.

I am not as fine as I seem, pardon,
Me for yelling, I’m telling you green gardens,
Are not what’s growing in my psyche, it’s a different me,
A difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees,
Freeze frame please, let me paint a mental picture portrait,
Something you won’t forget, it’s all about my forehead,
And how it is a door that holds back contents,
That make Pandora’s Box’s contents look nonviolent,
Behind my eyelids are islands of violence,
My mind’s shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could,
Find, I did not know it was such a violent island,
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions,
They’re trying to eat me, blood running down their chin,
And I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win,
I begin to assemble what weapons I can find,
‘Cause sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind.

And I will say that we should take a day to break away,
From all the pain our brain has made,
The game is not played alone.
And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it,
And keep it frozen and know that,
Life has a hopeful undertone.

Trees

I know where you stand,
Silent in the trees,
And thats where i am,
Silent in the trees.
Why won’t you speak,
Where I happen to be?
Silent in the trees,
Standing cowardly.

I can feel your breath.
I can feel my death.
I want to know you.
I want to see.
I want to say, hello.

I know where you stand,
Silent in the trees,
And thats where i am,
Silent in the trees.
Why won’t you speak,
Where I happen to be?
Silent in the trees,
Standing cowardly.

I can feel your breath.
I can feel my death.
I want to know you.
I want to see.
I want to say, hello.

Ode to Sleep

I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy,
To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing,
I go up to the ceiling,
Then I feel my soul start leaving, like an old man’s hair receding,
I’m pleading please, oh please on my knees repeatedly asking,
Why it’s got to be like this, is this living free,
I don’t want to be the one, be the one who has the sun’s blood on my hands,
I’ll tell the moon, take this weapon forged in darkness,
Some see a pen, I see a harpoon.

I’ll stay awake, ‘Cause the dark’s not taking prisoners tonight.
Why am I not scared in the morning, I don’t hear those voices calling,
I must have kicked them out, I must have kicked them out,
I swear I heard demons yelling, those crazy words they were spelling,
They told me I was gone, they told me I was gone.

But I’ll tell them,
Why won’t you let me go?
Do I threaten all your plans, I’m insignificant,
Please tell them you have no plans for me,
I will set my soul on fire, what have I become?

On the eve of a day that’s forgotten and fake,
As the trees they await and clouds anticipate,
The start of a day when we put on our face,
A mask that portrays that we don’t need grace,
On the eve of a day that is bigger than us,
But we open our eyes ’cause we’re told that we must,
And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead,
Desperately yelling there’s something we need,
I’m not free I asked forgiveness three times,
Same amount that I denied, I three-time mvp’ed this crime,
I’m afraid to tell you who I adore, won’t tell you what I’m sing towards,
Metaphorically I’m a whore, and that’s denial number four.I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy,
To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing,
I go up to the ceiling,
Then I feel my soul start leaving, like an old man’s hair receding,
I’m pleading please, oh please on my knees repeatedly asking,
Why it’s got to be like this, is this living free,
I don’t want to be the one, be the one who has the sun’s blood on my hands,
I’ll tell the moon, take this weapon forged in darkness,
Some see a pen, I see a harpoon.

I’ll stay awake, ‘Cause the dark’s not taking prisoners tonight.
Why am I not scared in the morning, I don’t hear those voices calling,
I must have kicked them out, I must have kicked them out,
I swear I heard demons yelling, those crazy words they were spelling,
They told me I was gone, they told me I was gone.

But I’ll tell them,
Why won’t you let me go?
Do I threaten all your plans, I’m insignificant,
Please tell them you have no plans for me,
I will set my soul on fire, what have I become?

On the eve of a day that’s forgotten and fake,
As the trees they await and clouds anticipate,
The start of a day when we put on our face,
A mask that portrays that we don’t need grace,
On the eve of a day that is bigger than us,
But we open our eyes ’cause we’re told that we must,
And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead,
Desperately yelling there’s something we need,
I’m not free I asked forgiveness three times,
Same amount that I denied, I three-time mvp’ed this crime,
I’m afraid to tell you who I adore, won’t tell you what I’m sing towards,
Metaphorically I’m a whore, and that’s denial number four.

Forest

I don’t want to be heard
I want to be listened to
Does it bother anyone else
That someone else has your name?

I scream, you scream
We all scream ’cause we’re terrified
Of what’s around the corner
We stay in place
‘Cause we don’t want to lose our lives
So let’s think of something better.

Down in the forest, we’ll sing a chorus
One that everybody knows
Hands held higher, we’ll be on fire
Singing songs that nobody wrote.

My brain has given up
White flags are hoisted
I took some food for thought
It might be poisoned
The stomach in my brain
Throws up on to the page
Does it bother anyone else
That someone else has your name?

Quickly moving towards a storm
Moving forward, torn
In to pieces over reasons
Of what these storms are for
I don’t understand why everything I adore
Takes a different form when I squint my eyes
Have you ever done that
When you squint your eyes
And your eyelashes make it look a little not right
And then when just enough light
Comes from just the right side
And you find you’re not who you’re suppose to be?
This is not what you’re suppose to see
Please, remember me?
I am suppose to be King of a kingdom or swinging on a swing
Something happened to my imagination
This situation’s becoming dire
My treehouse is on fire
And for some reason I smell gas on my hands
This is not what I had planned.
This is not what I had planned.