miley spears a nation

how pathetic
that an adolescent
can hold the attention
of a nation
steering it into vast
ignorance
away from the
prestige it boasts
all while
people starve
nations drown
alliances divide
sovereignties war
ice caps melt
liberties disappear
how pathetic

Pop-up Storybooks Are Slightly Overrated

teacher, teacher
i'm afraid i must disagree
with these fanciful tales
you're telling me

how are happy endings real
what of kings and queens
i don't believe in fairies
and the song inside has died
to a more realistic theme

i don't believe in fairytales anymore
i can't accept this lackluster lore
i know the truth is this
that the dragon eats the prince

run princess, runaway
the prince is dead and the beast is heading your way

Did Grover and Oscar Make it Past St. Peter?

it's like a reoccurring nightmare
making you my prey
tearing your soul to pieces
taking all you have
i try to run away

the more i run away
the closer i get to where
i began, covering you
like a hungry beast
stealing your pride without a care

disquieting images of your body on the floor
i can never forget what i did
and i knew i wouldn't be the last
i knew there's be more

do you even remember me
or am i just one of many monsters
under your bed
who attack then flee
leaving you for dead

tell me Jesus
is there room for monsters like me
in your paradise without a sea

PEOPLE it’s OK! COSMOgirl will save the day

i see you smiling at me
from your perch
on your pedestal
cute. smug. complete
i see your perfect curves
framed by obscene headlines
sex. drugs. rock and roll
i can’t believe that you could do such a thing
you’re just too hot for scandal

i could take you home if i wish
for a few bucks i could
delve into your sorrow
share in your pain
but i’ll never share your fame
[or your shame]
i could ignore you if i wish
but the amount of skin
is more than the "dress" your in

you’ve gone places i could only dream of
and i’ve gone nowhere fast
as your life rises and falls like the stock market
mine is steady goin’ like a toy train
on track for nothing special

[un] Titled

i
stare at broken rings
pictures of
broken dreams
and i
can't help but
cry

promises
that were made
foundations
that were laid
and i
brought down the
sky

i shot down the moon
i blotted out the sun
my days are numbered
i wait for the light to come
again

i
read the written words
visuals of
ideas heard
and i
can't help but
cry

memories
flood like rain
impossible
to remove the pain
and i
just want to
die

i shot down the moon
i blotted out the sun
my days are numbered
i wait for the light to come
again

Jesus
what have i done
how can i fly
when i can't run

G-d
what did i do
to distance myself
so far from you

Spirit
fill my soul
these bloody hands
this empty hole

i shot down the moon
i blotted out the sun
i'm broken and beaten
G-d show me your love
again

Crowbar to Your Head

if it's my brains you want
why didn't you say so
i thought you were after
my soul
you lifeless bag of bones
i'm sorry they took
all you had
i, on the other hand
refuse
to give in
i will not become lifeless
like you
moaning
groaning
limping
like you
i know the problem
i don't fit your system
your solution: eat my brains
my resolution: crowbar to your head

Edison Fades

i see
the light begin
to flicker
i sense
the darkness
coming in
hold on
before you
pull the plug
i can fix
the wiring
i can make
it bright again
brighter than
you ever knew
i just need
a little time
you won't be sorry