You have my heart
I want it back
Lent it out
Now pay the late fee
It's not yours
It never was
Layaway programs
Don't work for organs
Better be rewound
Better be in good condition
Or you're going to pay
For the rest of the collection

Lies intrigue me
Snow amazes me
People scare me
Friends intimidate me
Family frustrates me
Love hurts me
Life overwhelms me
I would be lying if I
Told you otherwise

Can it be a crime
To lie about what
your're really thinking?
What if what you're
Thinking is something
That isn't nice to say?
Living in a world
of secrets and vibes
Can really be confusing.

An embrace of sun
A chill up my spine
Like a ghost
Who won't go away
Your all that consumes me
How can this be
You were never mine
And still I feel your mark
Here on my heart
In my mind I thought I was yours
I thought you loved me too
But I'm a fool
To follow the gust of a ghost

Post me up
Tear me down
Hold me
Push me
There I am
There you go
A shadow I can't catch
A tree you can't plant
I chase
You lead me on

Eyes locked
Minds in sync
So why is it so
Hard to hear me
To see the signs
Where did it all
Go

Just a can
A can on the floor
You see it
You don't pick it up
It's not your trash
But that can wants you
To pick it up
Pick it up
It may be something
you're not expecting

Clear like rain
And dirty as snow
I see why
I can't see
Through the days
That floated so slowly
When there were times when
I couldn't breathe
When the summer heat got to me
My mind was racing to find an
Explaination
Did I have the answer
Did I have you
Was it clear like rain
Or dirty like snow?

Where does the line lay
Beneath the sky?
Near the oceans tide
Where there was you
and me?
Did I read into your
face too much?
Did I find something
that wasn't real?
Where does fantasay
become my reality?

In cracks too deep
In wounds too fresh
In minds too false
In lies too true
In beds too hard
In skies too blue
In air too thick
In seas too wide
In trees too tall
In nights too dark
There is you
Too much for me

God is my
Protector
Pen is my
Savior
And you
You're my
thief of
Sanity

Human nature
To compete
Human kindness
To care
Which do I choose
Today?

Jeoulsy is not flattering
And yet green is my color
What can I say
When you fluant
And I stare
Do I glow like the trees
How sad, more like a monster
I try to keep my cool
But Pride doesn't suit you
Either

What we lack most
Is truth to our own
Lives
What we want most
Is in someone elses
Hands
What we say most
Is something that isn't
On our minds
What I feel most
Is life's imperfections
And my own

Take a hold of your
Pride
You can eat some
Humble Pie

Harmony
Finds its way into
My ears
Sweet lines
That carry me away
From reality
Words that hold a
Special place in
My Heart

Looking in
Never in the ring
beauty and terror
swirls around them
as I sit envious
and amazed
Someone falls
I feel like I've fallen
They suceed
I win
Always looking in
Hoping they ask me
to join in the act.

Did I forget
To let my heart
Love
Did I build walls
To high to
Climb
Did I lose
To much to gain
Back
Did I?

Wishing
Is a fools game
Dreaming
Breaks when awaken
Living
Is the only way
To get what you
Dream
Wish
Start Living

Warm in your embrace
Cold in your eyes
Could I have been wrong
Was I fooling my heart
Did I say something
Or am not what
Your looking for

Series
Of poems
That are
My life
I don't
Know how
Else to
Say it

I'm looking
Looking
Looking
Looking
And failing
Failing
Failing
Failing
Do I question?
What do I question?
Who do I question?
Do I only have to look in
A mirror
And see

What is there today?
Or tomorrow?
Why is it so hard
To be happy?
I can pretend
But demons break
Me every now and
Again
Choosing this
Choosing that
Strength I don't
Think I have
So what about today?
What about tomorrow?

Shambles
Lie beneath
Tears wash
The walk way
But my love
Seems useless
Harboring inside
Wasting away
Nothing seems
To be worth living
The only thing
That keeps me standing
Is the beauty
On this earth

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noun
1.
music Same as pop music
2.
arts Same as pop art
adjective
1.
musically commercial: musically commercial, especially by being tuneful, up-tempo, and repetitive, and targeted at the general public and the youth market in particular
a pop song
2.
popular: intended for or appreciated by a wide public, and often regarded as oversimplified for the sake of greater accessibility (informal)
magazines full of pop psychology
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WHAT THE HELL!

Time doesn't matter
It crunches up my world
That I have nothing left
Just a speck
Floating around
For infinity

You're a bad wish
I keep wishing
You're a bad dream
I keep dreaming
You're a bad lie
I keep telling
You're a bad song
I keep singing
You're a bad book
I keep reading
You're a bad movie
I keep watching
You're a bad friend
I keep forgiving
You're so bad
That I want you!

Holding it together
Hurts
More than the cut
In first grade
and in tenth
I want to unwind
Let my strings lose
Let my head roll around
The floor
And everyday seems like a battle
Letting light
Laughter
Joy come in
When all I do is dream
Of things that shouldn't
Ever come true
What is wrong with me
That I can't stay happy when
Things are going so well
When can break down
And let go

Desperation
I am pulling on my heart strings
Reaching out
But grabing nothing but air
I've cornered myself
Letting cob webs grow on me
I stare out in the distance
Fearful of moving
Fearful of living
Bound by chains
I locked myself
I want to scream
But I gave my voice away
Hurting because of my own doing
No one holds me
They all look at me
With faces so warm
But I turn away
Afraid one day they
Will turn cold
Desperation
Calling out to my own senses
To save myself

In the corner
I will wait
Until you find
me hiding away
I'm to nervous
I like you too much
I can't do it
It's too much
Just come find me
It's worth the walk