Eat Cake.

That damn prozac is turning me into a caring human being, and they said there's no harmful side effects.

Because in the end,

I didn't have the strength to carry on.

Because in the end,

I'm sure that I had made the right choice,

but am unsure of where to go from here.

Because in the end,

I didn't get why

no one could understand.

Because in the end,

it didn't matter.

Because in the end,

I lost my faith in passion.

Because in the end,

at long last,

I traced back my roots,

and went back to the beginning.

And found out that,

when I gave something

the love and attention it needs,

it lasted beyond what I had expected it to.

Chopped

I wanna live a life from a new perspective.

It's over,

I'm tired of waiting for people to change,

when I should have done this all along.

Why wait for someone

to push the red button,

when you are closer to it?

It is,

forever more,

my own choice.

You see,

you have one life,

you either waste it away,

or you live it.

Because in the end,

I want people to remember me,

remember that I was larger than life.

Shmegegge

Being Jewish. Remember, people? Not everybody worships Santa!

I sit alone,

and wonder.

I did something wrong,

was it my look?

Or the charms

of the other girl?

I sit alone,

and think.

Am I losing it?

The passion

I pumped through my veins?

I saw eyes,

webs,

of complex

pain.

I see a girl,

who is getting back at me.

I see a boy,

plotting against me.

I see a teacher,

thinking I've changed.

I see a mirror,

and can't find the truth.

Boundaries

I don't want to protect you from the world, I want to show it to you.

What is happening to us?

for in the past,

rhyme or not,

we would be there for each other,

and you were the thing I would count on.

It didn't matter that

people didn't know how close we were,

we were two very opposite things,

but we had a friendship,

and for the first time

it was something where

I didn't care what other people thought of it.

Where have you gone?

What's happening to us?

we decided to be awesome,

united

and all the things that come with the package,

but no,

we,

because of selfish reasons

chose to break the bonds,

and become particles,

instead of supreme.

What's happening to us?

we used to be close,

and now

we do things to irritate each other,

and then pretend that nothing's wrong.

What's happening to us?

I don't wish you anything,

but for you to accept all that is happening

around you,

I used to understand,

but now,

I find myself holding back,

because you are,

if I'm not wrong,

threatened?

What's happening to me?

I am numb.

I did so many things,

made so many choices,

gave up so many dreams,

changed so much of me.

And what have I found,

a girl,

a little girl,

caught in the rain.

Eyes.

Eyes.

Windows.

Windows.

Maybe I was selfish,

for choosing my happiness

over yours,

and in that,

I took the easy way out,

and left you standing alone.

Maybe I was wrong,

for not fighting harder,

not fighting more often,

not fighting for everyone,

not fighting for more.

Maybe I was weak,

and lost my faith,

I still remember

how you knew that we

were important.

And I let everything slip away.

Maybe I lost it all,

passion,

my ability to think,

my ability to speak,

and overall my ability to do.

To act on my instincts,

my visions,

my love,

and my passion.

Maybe I saw it coming,

But I saw me fighting,

Not anymore.

I want to say,

that I didn't lie,

that I am happy,

that I am okay,

that I am fine.

I can't,

not anymore,

not when keeping it in

hurts more than

I could imagine.

I want to say

all the things I want to say,

Do,

all the things I want to do,

without thinking,

and be spontaneous,

but I can't.

I made a person,

who can't talk

about what's bothering her,

about all the things,

because of the extent of trust,

about people,

cause they won't understand,

who can't shout DICK without getting stares,

who can't feel the warmth and love of people,

who can't do what she wants to do,

for she's afraid of judgement.

who can't do all the things she wants to do,

because if she does,

she's trying to get the throne.

I made a person,

and in that,

destroyed myself.

So I cannot answer the question,

but I am asking all to help,

Who am I?

Eating Airplanes.

Did I know? For 4 years I've been hinting to him, I've been hinting to you, I've been hinting to him to hint to you, why do you think I don't have time to make pate?

It's over,

we stepped off the stairs,

finally.

We made through a year,

mostly confusion,

and pain,

but also discovery.

I found out who I was,

and in that,

found what I held dear to me.

Scallops,

awesome.

And when we left,

I was happy,

more than I ever thought

I would be,

I was happy.

I didn't regret any choices I made,

nor the sacrifices.

I found people,

that returned my love,

and things that,

were simple,

were obvious,

and have been with me

right from the beginning.

I was selfish at times,

putting my own happiness

over another's,

but I hope she finds her own peace.

I am quiet at times,

like many times before this year,

but I need you guys to know,

I'm no longer thinking as much,

I know I'm pushing the edge

and may sound bimbotic here,

but my mind is not filled

with all the complications

that troubled me once before.

When I am quiet,

I find myself

silently contemplating the future.

I find myself

exhausted from all that we have been through.

And I find myself

knowing that people are there to catch me.

I'm not upset,

not in pain,

not anymore.

because this year,

I found friends,

I found passion,

I found the ability to smile,

and in all,

I found myself.

And for that,

I thank everyone

for taking this journey with me.

It's Already Dripping.

Gee, is that ice cream cone big enough?
Uhhh, it's delicious enough.

It's silly,
how much I want this,
I want it.

I had my chance,
but I still want it,
and I do realise,
I have never wanted anything more.

I want to receive it,
because all I want is
to put all my love
and effort
and attention
into it.

And it hurts,
to see it walk into arms of
indifferent people.

Now, do you see the irony?