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Distant (Poem)

I've been feeling far away from things lately.

A shadow of a whisper, Lingering longingly in the corner of my own life, Loitering for just long enough to say that I was there - Unprepared for the day when I realize that I wasn't.

It's funny.

I feel like this feeling's the cousin of comfort, Confronting a number of nothings to which I've grown numb - But which together add up to a monster greater than the sum of their parts.

It's an artform, really - To disassociate from oneself in this way; A give-and-take with the decay, Playing out like a waltz on a tightrope, Precariously positioned over a bottomless pit, Lit only by what love one can find for oneself -

So sometimes dim, to say the least.

It's a battle with a beast, this life. A series of sunsets on a pockmarked beach - Sometimes, it seems, with no sunrise between, As the bombs hit the ground like leaves on an autumn breeze, And I'm seized by the immediacy of some distant thing, Which despite my best efforts remains just out reach - Dancing just outside the span of my fingertips.

Because I've been feeling far away from things lately.

No matter how close they might seem.

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The Wrong One

Fireflies by the firelight, Dancing to the rhythm of the sparks as our hearts beat faster. Digging deep for an alibi, Big enough to clarify why I'm leaning into this disaster, oh - I think I know more than I know, more than I'll say, less than it shows. So, I drift away more than I don't; it doesn't pay, I'm up in smoke - Missing the signals.

God, I should've known, but I thought I did - Guess that's why I thought I did half the shit I did when I did it, oh! I'm getting messed up at the thought of it - Moreso than I ought'a get, more because I left myself get lost in hope! I know better than that - I'm no better than that! It gets better, but not when I just stay where I'm at! I just keep going back, And I know that it's bad. But I think I got it bad for the wrong one!

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Lines & Letters

Hold your breath and count to ten - And when you're done, count back to one. Breathe out slow and take some weight off of your bones. Just the second that this ends, I hope you'll be yourself again - But whichever you you choose to be, just know… That just the second that I can, I'll be back home and yours again. You take that promise and tattoo it on your soul. Until then, I'll tell you this - For every second that I miss, Just take a second; Listen to these words I wrote:

Nights get long and days get hard; Cuts carve in and turn to scars! Scars will fade, but never disappear, I know! All these songs just go so far; I know how far away you are! I know you're trying, But the edge is getting close! From counting stars to counting cards, From shouted words to whispered hearts, It's just the start, just know there's still so far to go. But if you hit the road tonight; Packed up your bags, turned out the lights, And walked away, what could I say to you, you don't already know? I hope you stay, But if you have to go, then go…

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Semi-circles in your head - You never come around; Just go around and do what you want to! It doesn't matter what you say or who you say it to - 'Cause in your head, you think they all want you! And is it murder when you have to keep your mouth shut? Does it hurt not to have all eyes on you? Such a burden but you carry it with such class! Devil in your blood, But you hide it with a nice ass - Smile… (Damn, it isn't 2006 anymore. Chill).

Oh - You know, you know, you know you're no good! You're candy-coated with an empty core! I know you think you got it so good; So good, that you're always on the hunt for more! But all your little lies are no good! And I shoulda, shoulda, shoulda seen it all before! So scratch my name into your note book - Because I see you now! I got you figured out!

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Facepaint

C-count the moments on your fingers if you have to! Get to none and then give it up again, That's the gist of it! Of when you've lived your life, And didn't give a fuck if they saw you different. Disassociate just to know that they take the bait; When you paint with smiles and your little wiles! It goes a long damn way -! To making you feel so small again…

You got it worked out! (Yeah, yeah). And when it works out - (Whoa, oh). It takes the hurt out of all the little needles getting underneath your fingernails! You just reverse how -! (Whoa, oh). You're really feeling! (Yeah, yeah). But if they knew that you paint a new face every day, Would they give a damn? Or would they pass the damn brush to you, And glue it to your hand?

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Undone

Fill my head with smoke you blow to keep my eyes from seeing. From the inside out, I'm out of bounds and I can't get back in. Kill me dead with hopes you know I need to keep me breathing. Keep me bleeding out to drink me dry and fill yourself back in. ('Cause you're just empty lines. You speak in empty lies. And somewhere in you lies someone who used to be someone!)

Scattered on the floor like shattered pieces; I can see you! Doesn't matter where you come from… (Doesn't matter, doesn't matter!) Rather battered, Cat-scratched tongue and all; I can't believe you! Wasn't anything the thing you grew to love once? In the light of the sun, When you're coming undone, Under all that you did, Will you still think you won, Or what? (Whoa-oh, oh-uh-oh!) Don't act like you don't know…

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Truly

I take the jacket off my back, And let the wind under my skin. That's about just where I'm at - I'm just about as lost as I can get, Inside my head; That's where I live most times when I'm awake. And when I sleep, I dream I'll find a place away… And then I open up my eyes and it's the same.

I get high when I get low, And then get lower when I'm high! When I decide which way to go, I go and pick the other side! And can I lie and say I'm fine, Or is it fine to tell the truth? Is it true that when I lie, I lie awake and shake down to my roots - Who knows? I think it's safe to say I don't.

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Young & Stupid

Kiss me cold under the mistletoe… Leave me breathless and surprised. And if you're feeling reckless, We should just do something senseless with it - Before the moment passes by.

All alone next to the fireplace, The embers crackle in your eyes! It's an apt form of expression, What I see in those reflections - Let's accept it, And just give into the lights.

If it's wrong, then can it just be right tonight?

'Cause if it's right, then we won't know until we try.

Let's be young and stupid! That's what we should do! The sky is soft and moonlit, And your lips look so soft too… If fighting it is useless, Why is that the thing we do? Pushing back against the movement of these moments bears no fruit, it seems. - So let's fall into the current, Just to see what it can bring…

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Bet

"Good god, the floorboards creek so loud. The words escape me, but my mouth - Keeps on running still, regardless of it; Gotta love it. Can't say two words that fit in place; It seems my curse is saving face. My face falls flush, It's such a fucked up situation, isn't it? (Something sweet somehow turned to bitterness…)

Bet your bottom dollar that we're gonna get through this! (I know it doesn't seem likely; Listen up). If there's a way, we have the will to do it! (Will you double down or will you just give up?) Up and at 'em when we're down and out! Have some faith when you have your doubts, You know - (Whoa-oh-oh…) We're only halfway there; We've got a ways to go.

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Turning Corners

Sometimes I trip over my tongue - But it's a step, I guess. And when I stumble, Will I crumble, will I fold? I spend way too long on what-ifs. I get held up in them, but if - I could find the answers to them, I would know… I don't know what - But it's something, I suppose.

I get way too lost! I've found it to be true. I've been turning corners, Just to look, but I don't move! I've been feeling off, I feel like you can feel it too. Two steps back and one step forward, I can't catch a clue! This is getting old, Wish I could lose it like my youth… It's carved into my skin though, So I can't - so what's the use? If I can't, what can I do?

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Gecko

Color code me blue and green; Sad and jealous of these things - I don't even want, But I don't have, So that I think I need! Count the scabs upon my knees; Dry and peeling so I bleed - Over everything, Each time I kneel and beg for clarity! Scarce and scary though it seems, I'm laid bare and carry things - I should let go of but cover up. The pressure gets to me, (Like a clock right next to me).

Steady, ready, let's go! Said it from the get-go; Looking like a gecko, Climbing up the walls! I'm so obsessed that it's abject, Verging on the abstract versions of events I can't get past! I'm on the edge though. It never ends so - I'm renting space in my own head, It's so - Obvious that none of this is - Anything, but I can't let go of it… God, I think I love the letdowns!

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The Devil and the Sheep

I got this California landscape, running through my head - It's like the whole damn thing's on fire, And I can't run away from it. I get sixty kinds of sad, Just because my eyes are open - Hoping oceans into buckets That just going through the motions - Is enough to get me by, By the skin of these emotions rolling waves over my mind - As I drown without commotion - What a joke… I fucking know it, You don't need to tell me!

Well, well, well - Time to go where I excel - Talking circles all alone, Selling tickets to myself! If this is hell, hell, hell - Well, I guess it's just as well - I'm the devil and the sheep. I keep screaming out for help - Only to tell, tell, tell - I keep snitching on myself, 'Cause I know I'm only talking, And I know myself to well to buy a word… But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt!

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Family Ties

From the cradle to the shallow grave, we - Played a part, but the pieces never fit! It has to do with, perhaps, the way we - Underplayed things, just to say we - ! Fit the mold of a perfect family! Just to be these things that don't exist, We ignored what was really hap'ning - So damn sad we let it come to this! (And now, there's no way back from it!)

Tell me how we broke this, Hoping it was therapy! (Share with me, please, how -) Even though we know it was a mess, We threw a rug down, (And swept the bits under it!) We made a mountain of a million molehills! And look away; If we don't see it, no one will! A cataclysm of a thing we won't kill, We keep standing, so we won't feel lesser than ourselves; But that'd be better than this hell that we built up…

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Just Because

Blue grass under a green sky, baby. Don't ask me how you have me standing upside down. Too many clouds can have me seeing hazy; Crazy how we hate the way we - Lose ourselves inside a metaphor for us; Thinking 'oh, poor us'. Pour another glass or two - 'Cause I can't think of anything that's more us - Drown it all out like an underwater tune - In this tomb we built for two.

Hey, hey - When the sun sets on this - We can say, we can say that we had our fun! They say if you really want it, That should be enough - Has it ever been enough for us? Bay-bay, Have you ever felt haunted - By the list of all the things that we'd be giving up, If we we decided just to up and drop this? Upend all of all this, Just because? Because, I think I have.

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Punk Rock & Pop Tarts

Sleep a Saturday away on the sofa. Spaghetti legs can only take us so far from here. Keeping time against your chest can keep me restless, Hoping for the best it's - Something I don't get, but - ! If we had a million days, I'd still say 'so what.' And I think I'd do the same until they disappeared - Heaping all the things we missed, Set asail upon a ship, Set ablaze under a new horizon!

Punk rock and pop tarts; We go so hard, Our hearts have got scars - All shaped like art! And are we crazy? I think that maybe - I get so lazy writing songs Up and down my arms, That I just phone it in again, But what's the harm? 'Cause if you get it, It's less pathetic, Than if I sit down for too long, And write a masterpiece - That you can't seem - To feel or fixate on! Punk rock and pop tarts, It's instant shock art, Spit out before it gets to far - Away from who we are! 'Cause who we are together sets the mark, For something magical; You had me full of fancy from start! So if I overflow, It's worth it just to have you!

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Double Vision

Discolored countenances disconnect the double vision - You get from wearing lenses red as roses, To convince yourself - You're doing fine; You cast the line - You bite the hook; so by the book, You love the lie. You can't decide which way to side, So search for signs to get there, Through the thin air. (Tell me where the crossroads split off… Maybe then I'll get where you get off!) Rearrange the days you left behind, To paint a different picture - And reclaim the sparkle in your eyes, You gave up just to get here! Count to ten, but skip the final nine, To leave the ground and touch the sky! Too much has scuffed the bottom line, And made it hard to read, But if there's anything you choose to still believe… Believe that anything you choose to be, Can be the thing to set you free From everything you fell into when you chose not to see, That there's more to you than they say you should be… And there's more to live in life when you can breathe…

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Tarred & Feathered

Hard to say what happened first - Or to decide which thing was worse! Curse the horse but bless the hearse - It all makes sense, but in reverse! Singing chorus into verse, On all the ways to make this work! We tried them all, for what it's worth, And lied enough to make it just hurt more... So if your heart is sore, then you can -

Cover your ears so you don't hear this; Then disappear to make it clear you've made your choice! Don't strain your voice on me! You're feathered in fears tarred to your skin - It's hard to tell where they end and you begin again! Fake your innocence, it you must... And I can fake my trust in you..."