You don't know the pain you cause when you make your jokes 

Calling him, her, them fat

Calling them ugly, never good enough, worthless

They soak up those words like water to a sponge 

They soak it in until they can take it no more and just explode

So you think it's okay to beat them down until they can no longer get up 

Laying there crippled

Laughing so hard all they can see is their flaws and imperfections 

Their flaws no longer beautiful, but ugly, horrible curses

So you think it's okay to push us against the wall

Holding us there defenseless 

Feeling there's no one who cares 

Feeling like we're better off dead because that's what everyone wants 

Stabbing us in the back, tearing up our hearts, walking over us like we're doormats 

It's not your obligation to do so

It's not your obligation to make us feel worthless, and hated

It's not your obligation to make us hate our bodies, when we are truly beautiful 

Every inch

So you think it's okay to make me feel insecure 

You think it's okay to make me feel pointless and friendless 

So you think it's okay to make me feel ugly, and not worth a care

You make me feel like a bitch

Since when was it a bad thing to feel good about yourself 

Since when was it bad to feel positive, secure, and happy

Since when has it been bad to feel beautiful, and confident in oneself 

Well you make me feel like I don't deserve any of that 

You make me feel like I don't deserve to be happy or confident in myself 

So you think it's funny to see me cry 

Does it give you pleasure to cause me so much agony

Does it make you smile when other people help you beat me down

Does it make you feel alive seeing me want to die

Does it calm you to see me so frustrated in life

When will it end...

Traitorous mind

how you tease my body

taunting it with all your fantasies

with no one to fulfill them

how could you turn on me like this

making me dream of ropes and restraints

blindfolds and vulnerability

turning me on and setting me on fire

with all my deepest desires

will you give it a rest .... Damn!

Save me from myself. 

These tears are flowing...

Flowing like rain drops down the window. 

As you lay your fingertips upon this glass...

Be gentle...

Glass breaks so easily.

My heart is this glass. 

My skin is steal, hard to penetrate

But once you penetrate this hard exterior. 

Cover your eyes... 

Please.

All the thoughts and emotions for your eyes to see.

Things this glass heart intended for me.

Because now you'll break it..

Save me form you...

The Queen's Fool

Split Infinity

The Naked Empire

Courts of the Sun

War and Peace

Ancestors of Avalon

Cemetery Dance

To Sail Beyond the Sunset

It Whispers

     Hmm. Since fruit is like a tree baby, I wonder if trees cry when you eat their fruit. I mean, moms would cry if their babies got eaten. Wait, no, that's not right. It would be the tree's ovaries we eat. Huh.

     Maybe the reason you never see baby pigeons is because ALL of the pigeons are actually baby pigeons and there's just one master pigeon the size of a whale.

     Another weird thought. What if soda cans are alive and when you pop one open you're really just snapping it's neck and drinking its blood in front of its whole family.

     And to top that off, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz