E.J.’s Comments (group member since Feb 16, 2012)

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Belle

And still I watch...
and still I wait...
for her to come
by here once more.

Every morning
always the same,
nose snug in books,
getting queer looks.

Oh, look, it's him,
ain't he charming...
look at the way
he shoots the breeze.

It's him, Gaston,
adventurer,
It's him, Gaston,
perhaps he'll win.

I hope, dear God,
that he fails once.
Give me a turn
to win her heart.

She wants much more
than this, her life.
If only she
would be my wife.

I'd take her far
to castles wide
to mountains large
where caverns lie.

I'd take her there,
wherever she likes,
to France's end,
'til morning light.

But not in years,
have I seen her,
my belle, my love,
my beautiful.

No longer does
she pass my house.
No hellos now
no more bonjour.

Only silence
is at my door.
No singing or
dance or reading.

Belle may be gone-
she did depart-
her song lingers
still, in my heart.

I Miss You

As a boy leaves the house,
"to become a man"
is what he said
to his momma.
His mother stands there
with a handkerchief
to her chest
as tears cascade
down her ivory cheeks.
Her son goes down to the bus
where all the other lost boys
are. Camouflage, the only color
known to those there.
She mouths the words,
"I miss you."

The elderly woman finally wakes up
and reaches for the photograph
on her bedside table.
It's black-and-white
and shows two lovely
girls standing together
in one-piece bathing suits.
She had another dream last night
of her sister back then.
Not the woman in the hospital
whose heart monitor
had stopped making crests and valleys.
A single drop
hits the frame
and she mouths the words,
"I miss you."

A man walks among the gravestones,
stopping at a place
he thought was reserved for him.
The name on the stone is familiar,
"Martha Prim 1970-2012,
A loving wife, daughter, and mother."
The man opens a bottle and pours two glasses
of champagne, bubbling with happiness.
"Happy Anniversary..."
A small child holds the man's hand
and stands next to the stone,
a piece of paper in his hand.
He opens it and sets it next to his mother.
As they leave,
the words are clearly visible in red crayon
next to a child's drawing of a crying boy.
"I miss you."

I watch the memories
fade away.
The laughs, the smiles,
I felt melt away.
The days felt useless without you.
When you walked away,
I counted the steps you took,
and tried to follow,
but they blew away
leaving me alone in an unknown land.
I can't see you.
I can't feel you.
I miss you.

Reversal
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burn your bridges
you must never
allow people inside
you should always
destroy your love
you should never
believe,
you will always

die

to live a lie and
for me to never want this-
I wish
for this

Friendless,
alone,
despaired,
depressed,
not here...
I am
alive
and
full of pain and misery,
not
happiness, joy, relief...
For I feel
gone...
the pain
now
I feel

Dreams...

In a moment,
I am falling
to my death,
from a precipice
I climbed in a parking garage.
A concrete pillar in the center
with metal rungs leading up,
up to the top of the labyrinth
of rock and stone.

Now after climbing for so long,
I am falling, falling
down into the darkness,
down onto the grey slab
that makes my tombstone,
down into the rock
that forms my crypt.

The darkness swallows me up
and I awake in a cold sweat,
the feeling of falling
still prickles my skin
and leaves my eyes wide.
I'm still falling.
I look around...
and the darkness swallows me up.

Like Father, Like Son

The sirens blare
as the cars blaze
down the highway.

A man is lead
in handcuffs
to one of these cars.

A woman lies on a gurney,
pointing at the man
and crying,

"He hit me,
over and over,
again and again!

He called me trash
and said I was garbage.
He said I deserved it!"

she burst again into tears.
No one understands
where this came from.

The man was always nice,
so kind when in town.
How did this happen?

His parents visit
him in the lock-up.
His mother forced in.

They talk.
He listens.
No one leaves.

"Get me some coffee,"
he orders.
And his wife gets up.

Bruises on her arms,
a few weeks old,
"Your mother's finally learning..."

A Perfect World

In a perfect world,
peeping toms would be blind
and pain would be unknown.

In a perfect world,
murders would be unheard of
and wars would be a myth.

In a perfect world,
I could not exist
the way I am.

For in a perfect world,
nothing can be hurt
or broken.

And I have
too many scars
to be allowed in.

Major Tom

The first stage is set,
the rocket's boarding.
Ev'ryone is there,
for debriefing,
even Major Tom.
The count goes on.

Ten, nine, eight, seven
it will shoot up.
Six, five, four, three
the thrusters start.
Two, one, zero. Launch!
With Major Tom.

Now they're up in space,
they're collecting
the precious data
that they require
for mission success...
for Major Tom.

Back at the control,
they are waiting
for the right signal;
but there's a problem.
"Hello Major Tom,
do you hear us?"

But there's no reply,
we think they died.
A few weeks later,
there's a message:
"To my wife, my love...
and the people..."

No one can understand
his final words.
It doesn't sound right.
"Already home.
I'm coming back home.
I'm coming home."

Earth is by the sun,
floating, spinning,
drifting closer now.
Falling, dying.
Soon it will fall in,
says Major Tom...

The count down starts.

Ghost Town

Children screaming,
kids are running,
ev'ryone cries
when you're living in a ghost town.

Werewolves rampant,
zombies present,
killers arrive
when you're living in a ghost town.

Spirit, banshee,
Nosferatu.
The undead moan
when you're living in a ghost town.

Pulse is slowing,
blood bleeds out red,
ev'ryone dies
when you're living in a ghost town.

Broken down doors
peeling paint chips
ev'rything's dead
when you're living in a ghost town.

Skin is crawling,
hair is standing,
you know you're scared
if you're living in a ghost town.

Dig your grave now,
get a shovel,
Probably dead
if you're living in a ghost town.

The Bullet at 1st Street

Along my travels,
I came across
a bullet shining bright.

It was on 1st Street,
in the gutter,
a frozen iron shot.

Origin unknown,
the gun long gone,
the shot and shooter left.

I did not touch it.
I let it be.
I still do not know why.

I found a bullet
on the 1st Street
and left it there to die.

Why I Like to RP
It's an escape from reality.
In an RP,
I can be a sniper, a soldier, a warrior.
I am beautiful, witty, brave.
I cry, I laugh, I smile.
I survive.
I win.

In an RP,
I can jump a million feet and soar to new heights.
I can swim the deepest ocean without taking a breath.
I can run a thousand miles, across a desert to a jungle.
I can ace every test I take.
I can fly.
I can survive a bullet.
I can take pain.
I can survive.
I can have a real friend.

In an RP,
I don't have to always say yes.
I don't have to be a lap dog, a servant, a helper.
I don't have to wait on people hand and foot.
I don't have to stay here.
I don't have to be alone.

I don't have to be me...

and that's all I ever wanted.

Falling For You

My heart,
it was defective,
but your words,
they were effective.

You were my subject
of fascination,
but you were the place I was going,
my final destination.

You made me feel,
consequently,
like I was no longer
here substantially.

It's all about us;
no one else involved
in this love
that has evolved.

When you're in the room,
my heart is dissolved.
My sin of lust for you
will not be absolved.

Suddenly, courage
has found its way
to me so I can talk,
so I can say...

"I'm falling for you,
harder than I've fallen before.
I hope you feel the same way
because I don't know what's in store."

And your heart will melt
for me as mine did for you,
you'll hold me close
and say to me what I already knew,

"Do you hear my heart,
beating for you like a drum?
When I see you,
I start to go numb.

Would you do me the honor
of dancing with me now?
Never let me go,
I don't care how."

Overactive

I'm slaying a dragon
with a blade of steel;
the princess has cooties
so I left her in the tower.

Now I'm an astronaut
soaring in my spaceship,
shooting a laser at aliens,
living on a distant world.

Now I'm a cowboy
riding my trusty steed
into town to shoot
Old One Eye Joe!

Now Mommy wants to play.
She says she's a doctor,
and I'm the patient.
I have to take my medicine.

I'm no longer a cowboy or
an astronaut; I'm not even
a knight in shining armor.
I don't know what I am.

Mommy said I was hyper,
that I caused too much trouble.
She says I needed to calm down,
that I needed to sit down.

I thought I was playing,
that I was pretending.
But apparently my imagination
needed to be medicated.

The Tower

Across the honey waves
of wheat and barley,
there stands a pinnacle
of stone and rock,
stuck together
with molten mortar.

Once inside,
a winding staircase
twists around the inside,
around and around
for hundreds of stairs
until you hit a trap door.

Through the door
is a grandeur and splendor
known only to royalty.
Lustrous tapestries,
polished mirrors,
a bed with a veil.

A shape, a shadow
behind the veil
reveals the owner
of this beautiful tower.
A princess,
just as heavenly as her abode.

Then a large glassy globe,
the eye of a dragon,
peaks through the window
and the princess awakens
to see her knight
standing above her.

She is instantly in love,
she reaches for him...
slowly, but surely she stands.
She goes to his ear
and whispers softly
like a breeze in his ear,

"BAAAAAA!"
the sheep herder's eyes shoot open.
He looks around for the tower,
the dragon, the beautiful princess,
but all he can see is his dream
tatter and rip on the morning breeze.

Hunger

That craving you feel,
deep in your gut.
That irksome twitch
that makes it turn and twist.

That feeling you have
when you want something
oh so badly, but don't
know how to get it.

That need to sate,
to quench your thirst
of what you desire
most in this world.

The lust in your eyes,
the ferocious appetite,
the need for it...
our need for it.

Delectably delicious,
scandalously seductive,
Lustrously luxurious...
I'm not talking about the food.

Fatal Attraction

Love is just some fatal attraction;
nothing but a distraction.
Falling, I'm slowly losing traction.
Love blocked me from its faction.

Love is like falling into a hole,
my heart it trapped with my soul.
My love was kept in a safe she stole,
She broke it, that was her goal.

Love is that storm cloud up in the sky;
it's out of reach, up so high.
If it falls from that height, it will die.
Grey with rain, soon it will cry.

And now I'm feeling superstitious
'cause love is so delicious,
but it has always been fictitious
being overambitious.

Love is a disease I once had caught,
which I ought to have forgot,
but it was an illness I had sought,
something that I should have fought.

Left Behind

When I left you,
in the dorm on the fourth floor,
I left your suitcase,
your things next to the door.

When I left you,
so very far behind,
I couldn't get you
off of my mind.

Couldn't leave you
for long, you kept coming back
to the back of my mind,
hinting to me softly something that I lack.

Left behind
in the dorm,
trying to get
back to a norm.

You feel like you've dying,
but you haven't been trying.
We know you could be flying,
but when you say you can't, we know you're lying!

Left behind on the fourth floor,
your stuff's still packed by the door.
You feel so abandoned, down to your core,
but you need to grow up. You don't need me anymore.

I'm Rich...
((A comedy rap))
Good god, what was I thinking...
based off of Natasha Leggero's comedy rap.

This goes out to my lawyer, Bernice!

I don't need a pension
always condescension
I'm livin' in Hamptons,
I just gotta mention.

Why did I go to court?
Oh, I blew up a fort.
I'll be bailed out of jail
with financial support!

I'm rich y'all,
white rich y'all.
Like my yacht is bigger than your house, y'all.
Like I use dollar bills when I shit, y'all.
I'm rich,
white rich.

'cause I'm loaded with jewels
that will make bitches drool
and then I sue your ass,
make you look like a fool.

I'm rich,
white rich.
Don't ask any questions,
'cause that will be my cue,
I'll say it to your face,
"Bend over, I'll show you."

Last Lullaby

Hush now,
my baby,
sleep tight in your bed
Remember this song
as it plays in your head.

Shhhhh,
my child,
lay your head down to sleep.
Lay it here on the pillow
as you begin to count sheep.

Be quiet,
my babe,
hold my hand tight.
Remember your mother
in this dying light.

Hush now,
my baby,
please now, don't cry.
Just let your eyes drift
to my last lullaby.

Shhhhh,
my child,
remember me tonight.
Remember your mother
on her dying night.

Be quiet,
my babe,
just hold onto me still.
If you don't,
then nobody will.

Hush now,
my baby,
the time is nigh.
Remember it for me-
my last lullaby...

Bite the Bullet

Kicking the bucket
again as I go
over and down the hill.

Pushing up daisies
on the other side
of this hill I climbed.

Biting the bullets
from the gun kept
next to hearts.

Slowly dying
from this disease
known as love.

Infectious,
contagious,
naturally spreading around the globe
and covering the world like a flag
over the coffin of the soldier
I used to be.

Passing away...
your love pierced
me like the bullet.

Six feet under,
one for every time
you said, "I Love You."

Going home in a box
just so you can see me
one last time.

I'm broken and fallen,
just like your heart
when I come home.

Cried,
died,
a flag folded up just for you.
A last memento of what we used to have.
Hold it next to your heart just like
you used to do with me...
But don't you cry for me...
Just survive now for me...
Stay alive for me...
Do this
for me.

Sheep

Do what the shepherds say.
They would never lead you astray.
Stay safely in the prairie. Stay.
Don't leave. Don't wander away.
Be careful if the lambs decided to play
for if they wander off, they'll have to be flayed.

The crook of their staffs can comfort the sheep,
or crack on their heads; put them in a deep sleep.
"But the staff protects us from the wolves that creep,
by keeping us safe and warm in our keep."
"But what happens when any one of you makes a peep?"
"He takes that one away no matter how much we weep."

So are you really safe here
or are you just trapped in fear?
Are you afraid of the queer
little sounds outside? Of the dear
little shepherd, you hold so near?

But now I'm a "danger." "A trickster of sheep."
The shepherd will come and put me to sleep.
Do not cry for me. Do not despair, do not weep.

Promise me this instead-- That you will be free.
Don't have the wool pulled over your eyes. See!
Hush now, my children, and listen to me.

Close your eyes now. Drift off sleep.
Promise me when you awaken from your slumber so deep,
When you open your eyes, you will no longer be sheep.