The hero in you

Everybody wants to be a hero
but no one wants to feel the fear
everybody wants to be a hero
but can’t be helped to hear
everybody wants a bad guy
we love a madman or so we think
everybody wants to change them
give them love and make them see
everybody wants the challenge
but don’t want it challenging
they don’t want to work too hard
and they never want to lose a thing
everybody wants the courage
be brave and save the scene
but nobody got the common sense
to see how very different
it really is to be the thing
that you say you want to be
it’s not that you can and don’t know
it’s that you’re a coward and let it show
wants can come and feelings go
but not everybody’s a hero that we know
gotta go through fear to learn to scream
gotta brave the darkness to be free
gotta keep repeating and doing it again
because if everybody was a hero
we would see that heroes save the day
while everybody watches
nobody wants the debt or to pay the cost
everybody’s a hero when nothing can be lost

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Twist the heart

Twist the myths
rewrite the rhymes
we all forget
just a matter of time
falling into what might have been
a time when we were better kept
twist the memories so young
rewrite the victories already won
and take back what you once gave up
twist it all and break the bones
no logic left
just feel the purpose
everyone can shed a tear
never true feeling just lending an ear
and so we twist and churn our hearts
don’t remember being torn apart

Empty apartment

She talked of many things
her heart was filled with love
and everybody loves this girl
loved her ever so much,
but no one could see behind
the lips that formed a smile
never looked her in the eyes
the eyes that held this child
every bit of darkness
she left out for display
she talked about many things
things you never heard her say
her heart was filled with sadness
she tried to cure it with love
never felt the return
even though
she heard it all the time
and when she said goodbye
you missed her you even cried
thought she might be dead
but didn’t care enough.

Describe the loss

Nobody mourns here
we celebrate the death
we do not feel sad
no we go to the carnival
to de-stress
words they matter see
so do not say the thing
we don’t feel sad
we sing
we worked so hard
and the burdens gone
we hold out our hands
and just get lost
in all the freedom
of the carnival rides
our loved ones dead
but we survived
burdenless or time
to thrive?

thread the nightmare

Take a needle
that’s what they’ll say
at the end
when it’s all grey
the sky on fire
they dug her grave
open the mouth
grow insane
lips of an angel
come what may
broken thread
as bedtime comes
the needle pokes
the eye for fun
a child’s innocence
comes undone.

Nasty thing

All the trauma overcome
my battles won
but here’s the fun
true fear comes from
knowing love
owning something
you won’t give up
willingness to feel happy
safety is a nasty thing
comfortable and so it seems
until you dream the dying dream
fear of your own mortality
creeps upon your shoulders stay
yet you still remember the days
days when death would have been
so sweet
but knowing love has made you weak
fear the end and losing sleep
all because you have the dream.

Nightmares

I don’t know what I’m crying for
I just know I’m dying on the floor
moaning and sighing
this heart aches for more
but it’s gone now
it’s gone now
the feeling I was holding
it’s gone now
and I don’t have a cure for sobbing
it’s gone now I’m broken
but it’s not alright
no beauty here, no tragic light
no candle dinners this time tonight
I don’t know what I’m crying for
don’t know why my heart is sore
why every bone is breaking
or why my hands are shaking
I don’t know what’s wrong with me
another breakdown another bad dream

Mirror of what came before

It’s the same
and yet
yet so completely
different
not again
but similar
still leaves my mind
searching for words
now
now that everything
is different
but all the same
old wounds
do not forget
the pain all in my skin
memory of flesh
but then
this time
it’s completely different
like night and day
but still we miss
everything
we want to forget
memories
under our skin
finger nails
and on our neck
makes the differences
seem
nonexistent.