Cutting RulesI can bring a knifeTo the tableOnly to grazeMy skin charred sable.I can dig tiny ridgesInto the crest of my thigh,Letting go of this horrible tensionWith a beautiful, deafening sigh.Keep quiet, now!Hide under loose clothing. Hide the scratchesAnd the ever-empty hips!Leave them all unknowing.And keep your Cutting OfficeClear of any blood.Because if ever a dropDecides to floodUpon the clean white flooring,The entire world may tread on you,All the while deploring.
Working Over a BodyIn most cases,If you steal,You should return the stolen item.But you stole my heart,And it's so damagedThat I don't want it back.Keep it and tarnish it!If you can find a place,Please stain it! Autograph itIn my blood!I'd be luckier than a millionaire.Or you could keep itAnd try to nurse itBack to health (unsuccessfully)I honestly don't careWhat you do with it,But it's yours for good.The only thingI can't deal withIs trying to patch it alone.
The ABC's of RealityIt isAn excruciating story to tellBecause the tale is factual.Can I refrain?Doubt recedes on my tongueEnough to let one word into utterance.Forgive me when I tell you,Gracious for your welded understanding.However much thatI do regret the slip, I am nowJuxtaposed! And compared to the others. I'mKept under surveillance! And, thusly, myLife is no longerMine.Now, it merely serves toOppress those like me.Prepare yourself! They may seemQuiet, but that is only forResonance; video quality alwaysSuffers withThe presence of background noise.Under surveillance, yourVeto power andWill will be revoked.'Xactly when you thinkYou possess your own identity, theirZealous nature will remind you.Are you a child?No.But they still own you.
Puzzle PiecesI was purposefully carvedWith some sharpAnd some rounded edgesTo fit togetherAnd form a pretty picture.But I'm dysfunctional.I'm missing a piece.So the picture can not be whole.But you still put me together,And take me apart,And put me back in the box.Why don't you goAnd buy a new puzzle?One with clean-cut edgesAnd all of it's pieces?I don't buy puzzles,Because they only show one stupid,Unrealistic thing:A pretty picture.You never see the whole world;One side is always shadowed.So you only seeThe lighted side -The beautiful, pretty picture.Puzzles are the same!They focus on the light."Do the edges first!They're most important."Your father lies through his tobacco teeth.
Waking UpIf I had a nightmare,I woke up in tears,Mascara smearedDown to my chapped lips.If I had an amazing dream,I woke up in tearsSo upset becauseIt ended.But if I wake up and smile,I've just rememberedThat I have you. Because, with you...I'm happy I woke up.
Partial NudityWhen my feet are naked,You can not see where they've been.So why isn't that soIn other places?My feet led me there!They carried me to my hell!They should be scorchedAnd destroyed,Like the rest of me.But they're not.So my feet can be nakedWhile the rest of me is shunned.
DollhouseI live in a house full of dollsWhere everyone is perfect,Quite beautiful, and very soft.I live in a house full of dollsWhere nobody liesOnly becauseNone of us have the right to speak.I live in a house full of dollsWhere the curtains stay drawnAnd candles remain untouched,Though my wrists still wind up burned...Somehow?I live in a house full of dollsWhere the food is hard as plastic,And lead poisoning stitches our sides.We cry out in pain,But our mouths are stitched shutBefore we can protest.I live in a house full of dollsThat belongs to theGiant Ruler of All.She whispers sweet nothingsInto our melting ears,But nobody responds,Because "nobody hears".
Bloody InkFor some stupid reasonThat makes no sense,I believe that leavingBloody ink on blank pagesWill remove the blood stainsFrom my face.But I buy more red inkAt no cost to you.So I'm still spending myself,And entertaining you.
Velvet SandstormYour voice was softerThan the thunder in the sandstorm,And it whispered to meThe velvet black liesThat would haunt my unconsciousAfter the sandstorm ended.I was left with the shardsOf glass leftover from the sandstorm.The smooth glassSlips through my teeth,And slices my shouldersBecause it's too smooth.