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michigan sucks
ella
so...
wait, what?
if you love me
don't just take advice
you said that it would
look...
princess
inspiration
direction
wake up
travel
listen...
Juniper

cubism cubism cubism
 
(the writing of poetry without starting each line at the left margin)

interpretation
 
STOP.
 Think about this.
                 Do you want it?
                                And do you NEED it?
                 Is it Just. Another. Fad?
 Are you a leader?
Are you SURE.
LOOK.
 Behind you.
                How many?
                                Count.
                Not many?
 Too bad.
Oh well.
HOLD IT
 What do you think?
                What do you see?
                                And are you sure?
                Are. You. SURE?
 I don't believe.
Not yet.
DO YOU?
 I thought not.
                Deal with it.
                                Go, finally.
                and then, just...
 *sigh.
 
 
 

DULLNESS OF SENSES
 
Turn the music way up loud
to down out all the other sounds
voices shouting
lost souls drowning
I don't ever want to hear again
 
Cover your ears and run for shelter
don't ever write another letter
burning memories
to not think of things
My ears burst with your voice
 
Hearing nails scape and empty chalkboard
flood my ears with philosophy's word
oh you're so deep
and you're so smart
And i find i don't care at all
 
I'm too scared for calling
and i don't want to fall now
fearing the phone
i'd like to stay home
But maybe i can use you for revenge
 
HOLD ON (squared)
 
  I get the point
  right in my heart
stabbing
    consuming
creating unbelievable pain
 
  I got the point
  flooding my brain
turning
    useless
making me want to scream
 
  I got the point
  understood by my senses
angry
    comprehending
yet I don't want to think
 
  I Get The Point!
  You Explain In Vain!
Please Stop
    Shut up
because I know just what you mean.
 
 
Le Sigh
 
All this noise is getting to my head
    just as
all the compliment get to yours.
 
I use these letter to make words
    just as
you use others to get revenge.
 
Real people feed off of love, compassion
    just as
you use rumors to feed your ego
 
Getting up again was hard for me
    just as
for you, letting go of anything is hard
 
Spinning, confused, I couldn't stop
    just as
caught in a game, you couldn't be free.
 
All this noise gets to my head
and I find myself confused
In all the world I'll always know
if I need to be hurt, I can ask you.
 
INSANITY
 
    i heard you thought i was crazy, eh?
    maybe it is so, perhaps not.
    what if you're the one? who's crazy.
    maybe my parents are crazy, maybe not.
 
    hold on, did you hear that?
        WHAT?
    that. the sound, can you hear it?
        UMMM... NO
 
    you think i'm crazy?
    you must be deaf!
    i'm sure anyone else could have heard
    that big huge ekapind peeking thought the door and spitting,
    on the floor.
 
    jeez.
    if i'm crazy,
        you must be deaf.

CHORUS
          It's hard to believe
             that someone like you
          could ever fall short.
         
          It's hard to believe
              anyone like me could
          have an opportunity
 
Can I offer              (don't look,   
   any help               don't cry,    
or some support           don't even      
or a shoulder to cry on  think about it  
Can I offer               'cuz I   
   my advice              know why   
or any thoughts           you are    
or a hand to help you    torn up about it
 
            It's hard to believe
                  someone like you
            could ever need me.
 
           It's hard to believe
                  a person like you would
           ever need a helping hand.
 
         
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