it is so much harder for me to be beautiful than it is for her.
such a wavering piece of parchment as well,
it makes me think how her tone would fade how her lines would disinergrate if placed here floating in poluted waters.
laden with eye lashes filled and drained and filled again spent so long under mouths only breathing to feed on whats left what you slipp up and comes off of the bottem of your shoes.
the time you forgot to wear underware.
little dear, baby girl
-yet such a small weak child hiding
in the greenest of all the grasses on the face of the planet can make me feel like my pants are too tight.

-ential statement-
so high and safe- a world in which sunlight shines on the individual and eyes are eager to see cloths oppositt their own
"be your self, fight, rebel, live-we'll watch and help and mix it up with you!!"

thats lucky, you know your lucky.
if you were in my postion
im held by tent props and
corners
got to fill my head with stones
scraps of your body(parchment)
flimsy paper i burn like coal
i use and disguard like tampons
its what i dish out that gets eaten up like candy
a new dish needs to be surved everyday.
souls made from real metal.

its astounding to me.
you havent ventured roads that
give you no in from the start
private property officially
you have never come to.
where your beauty or strength or exceptance internally
is hanging on the other side dangling from a flagg pole
because you know thats the core of their existance.
no amount of force for days and days can ever pry their fingers from holding open
your eye lids to see their smiles.
its the wall paper i scrape off with my own tales of jubilation
its the paint i throw on everyone of my friends that propells us all through our days
maybe war paint or id tags? that connect to other aquaintences forming an alliance to keep heads above water-that is what im most in favor of around here these days.
life boats and vessels the S.S Fiona's come to save the day.
ive got a color for everyone
because everyones going to make it out on their own terms godammit.
1: ive walked by best friends gone stale
been called a cunt bullied harrassed
-ok so what same turf already matched the scheme you wear as a cloak.
(you know you share that piece with alot of folks)
but its the building itself built on bright towns people, loud people in your face people team people screamingly fake people that are only coping or breathing to get their foot in that imaginary door
difference is here from kindergarten to this start
-the elite against the predetermindly beat.
no in to begin with
not in to begin with
no in to begin with
can you repeat that once more.
no i like it here
never alone
flinging paint telling lies
cursing kids denying need
and flying
you didnt know
its a skill that took over six years to learn
so suck up your high school career or come try it here with me.