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Hackles raised, teeth bared at me The eyes are sharp, accusatory Blaming me without listening And loving me all the same. They're wound tight Their patience slight They've sucked away my sunlight And they don't know a thing. All of them wolves All of them right All of them cold All of them bite And I'm the only person not entranced.

Gasping Crying Limbs are dying Too much Can't stand My entombed hands My arms are shrieking My mind is freaking Stuck in my own surprise I hide my pain with my lies I want to dig, be free In the sky I'll never see Losing my mind Out of time Fighting thin air Gets me nowhere My legs are running My mind's rebelling Stuck in my own surprise I hide my pain with my lies I want to dig, be free In the sky I'll never see Sealing my scream Enclosing me I claw I bleed I can't breathe...

Shadows sliding like a second skin That too-familiar expression; Hissing as the serpents sin And sink into depression. Hiding from the hammer-blows Trying to save my life; Falling for the foolish fancies Volunteer to see the night. Trapped by trust, time by time Ripped apart at the fibers; Burned from soul and split from kind Hand-fed to the liars.

Cold wind on a hot day Look who's coming across the bay Sailing on a skiff of screaming souls-- Naught but demons, full of holes That let the fish swim in and out: Bass, perch, smelt, trout They all love the Old Man of the Bay. Black flies bite in the coming storm The Old Man takes a ghastly form A nut-brown head, weathered with age A beard like kelp, and eyes of rage The burn like fire from hellish flames The half-drunk fishermen spread his fame This is the Old Man of the Bay. He steers his skiff from here to there It seems to come from the thinnest air With too-dark clouds not far behind They announce his coming to humankind Those innocen

 I stepped clumsily off the school bus, my backpack draped against one shoulder. If Hollywood is supposed to reflect real life, then my bus driver was supposed to be my role model, or a constant source of cheeky remarks. But instead, without comment, he closed the doors on me as soon as my feet touched the dirt. The doors slid together with a squeak of finality. The bus rumbled, and slowly trundled off down the lonely road. I turned and slowly made my way down the long driveway that led to my home. Every year my parents meant to put in an asphalt driveway, and every year the driveway remained a stubborn path of packed-down dirt. Car tires a

We're up in the air We're not fallin' on our feet It doesn't seem too fair That we get the cheap Side of the coin While the others get a good share Like I said before We're up in the air We're up in the air We're up in the air Doesn't matter what they do Doesn't matter what they say Just turn the other cheek Keep goin' on your way Keep a spring in your step Keep your head held high Be prepared to fly Keep your wings spread wide 'Cause we're up in the air We're up in the air We're up in the air We're risin' and fallin' We don't know when we'll stop The tide just keeps rollin' We're risin' to the top But all who rise must fall It's the gro

An iron cast that seals the sky Steam-cooking what lies inside The contents come to a boiling point Whatever's left will disappoint A wooden spoon goes stir-crazy Who stole away with the lazy summer days of golden light? Who covered the pot, and sealed it tight? We've all gone mad, we're boiling over We're trapped inside, by cloud cover.

Flying high Fall to die Golden wings Still can't sing They all see Woe is me I am blessed Destroyed nest Ego swells Cracked eggshells Has to speak Far too weak Other birds Can't form words Feels the sky Cannot cry Too-high trees Have to flee Tossed about Thunderclouds WHAT IS A BIRD IF IT CANNOT FLY? In its own mind?