A ball slapping on the court, spur… The kids dance and play across the… Never one to say what they should… What one should look like What one plays in society and how…

As you palm your way through my mo… The little buds of life fall from… Slithering—figure-skating Triple 8's The sensual feelings we catch betw…

The cool prick of the stick, Little puddles of blood for other… An axe-murderer? No, a simple village man He is no such dainty puddle; the l…

Crawling, crawling, crawling Falling, falling, falling It’s a little game we like to play something to laugh about, something to cry about

As the collide halts our motion As the beating heart skips a beat We let the crash echo and we run f… I know where hands hold Grasping the broken glass

Walking through the streets of dow… following my steps like a nagging fly, always around… Can’t seem to smack it out of the… What an annoying little buzz, buzz…

Hearing your voice is like a timel… a sound so pure and untainted by t… The road you took has led you to g… A place I have yet to reach There is no one here to fill that…

The trenches are alive– the soldie… Ones of hope, others of despair Lifting spirits through the sounds… Among hushed crowds, Children play,

The rows and pews, the uproar of p… Saint’s can’t tame Hold your hands, pray for the one… The symbol of beauty– of grace and… Let the veil lift from damaged eye…

Come back to me, the empty space you’ve made is sen… The life that vanished created a s… Let the heartstrings tug you back… Let your soul dive head-first

If blood is thicker than water, th… The bitterness that held me back f… Has questioned my thoughts—apologi… When in the hell would I choose t… Loving . . . . I left you behind

There, hidden under the bleachers, buried under the bridges, scattere… bound against the shoreline, float… while strapped to a red balloon There, if you pay attention