SymMetrical

I'm having trouble getting back Back into the swing of things Should I start with the same set of sounds Sounding out syllables Maybe my sultry symbols Will soon cease to sting like symbols Or Maybe I Should Write As Little As Possible To Make My Words Appear More... Than Just Words What if it doesn't need to mean anything? And all that matters is how the words sound? Like Likelier than Sailing south Banana Brainstorm Bar stool Mouth Monolithic Monotony The Paragon of Chivalry Dial up the cavalry Regardless, I like the practice To be honest I missed this.

Just five minuets Give me just five minuets To breathe Come up for air Inhale Exhale That stale taste On your tongue A reminder of being young Young enough at least Place mats and play dates and Playmate Behind the gate And swinging higher than anyone Wishing you weren't young Girls you knew you loved A thought so lovely; high above Pushed against the wall of see-through plastic Blowing bubbles Scream for daddy Crab-walk along the poolside lined White tiled SlippingSpillingTilting Trial Water gurgle Swallowed up Blackened bruises Smooth Jazz Music Musing away the blind and unforgettable Blue Bird Burbling Stomach Churning Eyes glaze over and over and over and over and before long it's over.

Illegitimate Gibberish Jamming out with this hit-or-miss Bull shit Serenading the pain away Planning picnics for rainy days Throwing time away You're throwing time away Stop throwing time away Albert It's time to play Force yourself to cry Because you haven't cried All the times you lied All that Time for girls and boys and Time for doing nothing till the day is done and Time for picking fruit and standing tall and Time for all your trees to fall And all in all I'm not great at walking forwards backwards Basking in the never ending glory days trying to the erase the pencil markings made on the life sustaining place-mat maze Gaze through glasses double glazed Walk through adulthood unfazed My Legos Little sis' Replaced Was it a waste?

Breaking waves Just like in games Like Pool and Cards and Glory Days Muscles twisting up like tangled blades Salty swimmers Catching dinner Quick before their mom gets thinner Organs swiftly winding to a stop Best friend punching Hands still touching Body bag, cocoon-like clutching Locker room locked in without a lead Canker-sores and evened scores You're sprawled across the kitchen floor Draped in years of burning porn Neck muscle torn Scorned Early four-in-the-morning movie feat Rip-Torn Dreaming by my bed side For a lock on my door Hoping someday I won't live at home anymore Erasing relatives, well, relatively Trying not to mourn Taking notes on Relativity But I can't relate Because I am not relate-able Homeschooling...Therapy... At least I'm relocatable Popping pills Missing Fire Drills Prescriptions placed me treatable Readable Future Fucked Rotatable Tangled blades; Muscles twisting Glory days, card games and Frisbee Breakin...

White walls line the candy-stripe isles Several uniforms rush to clean blood from the tiles Another of mother earth's baby girls and twisted smiles Growing tumors; unhealthy addictions to Harry Stiles Adolescence Untouched lips and Malleable Minds racing for miles Broken upon impact An attempt to connect While tears flood from the face - body falls into a spiral Pages ripped from a diary Bruises and broken bones Pouring from the insides of classroom halls A Nightmare; harassment in bathroom stalls Stitch the mouths shut of Pretty boys purring cat-calls Drowning in makeovers bought at the mall Purchasing the products to fix it all Spending time with a "man" painted handsome and tall Fell in love with an idea That led to the fall

Back Packers Packing on the back Of Kickstarter Backers Backpacking past the Blast From The Past Inspired by a couple of rappers And star-spangled Tangled Stars thought to be from Mars Driven away by the fear of driving cars Haunted by the face I keep inside of a jar Inside a room I keep slightly ajar Sometimes I think I've gone too far And feel as though I'm being eaten by the bar Even though I've kept you on the other side of the bar I promised never to drink How'd I end up in a bar? A parent destined to be a star Apparently the parent didn't go very far Apparent that her errant future found her way out of Illinois The youngest child Destined to meet a boy Who couldn't love with his heart A stupid, brilliant boy Who became the father I want to tear apart Well Sometimes Sometimes during this ever so frequent Unloading of my shopping cart heart It's difficult to tell my feelings apart OR WHETHER OR NOT I CONTINUE TO BE LABELED A...

School is the only thing I can talk about anymore This thing's swallowed up my whole life And I'm not studious I am only a student Assigned to climb Mt. Vesuvius And it's tedious And it's ludicrous And I don't plan to climb mountains later But should I be listening to myself? Or this thing the teacher's telling me? That I should " try out for the school play Because it's the only place where you can be yourself " And Iv'e been getting so afraid lately To do all of these things I thought I had gotten comfortable doing And Iv'e been finding it a lot harder to talk to people And it makes no sense I thought I had beaten it. But I don't know anymore. School is the only thing I can talk about anymore