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EP Mason Feb 2014
I will become a Polly Jean
I will start throwing kerosene
and living in a dream

I'll grow my hair to twice my size
and keep journals and fantasize
(oh when oh when will I leave my town
when will I wear the gypsy crown?)

I want to get out in a vagabond cart
and transform my life into incarnate art
and fall in love twice with the same man
because he is the only person I can truly understand

Yes, I will become you, Polly Jean
I will be the next bohemian beauty queen
I will rip out my eyes and replace them with jewels
and make the world an offer
it simply cannot refuse

I'll make my bed fifty feet under the stars
and surround myself with broken people
playing on broken guitars
I will never look back again
I will spend my whole life wandering

I'll paint my face different every day
and discover new ways to take the pain away
in some papers or a needle or a pile of ashes
Polly Jean, I can't wait to see it as it crashes

Polly, I will paint you
like you are painted in my heart
Polly Jean, infinite
and never-ending art
© Erin Mason 2014
EP Mason Feb 2014
Her mind's divine
her shaken soul will shine
in the first hour of midnight
her moon will surely shatter
her body's bruised and battered
she is the tranquil rain
she is the bearer of pain
she is the harsh December
and the only star I will ever remember
she is my broken bones
and my journey home
she is my one eternal
my callous and cruel orchestral
my final hour
my infinite meteor shower
she is my song awoken
my word unspoken
and everything I want to say
that I dreamt of yesterday
she is the grace in my lungs
blossoming as my youth falls young
''Grace is what matters in anything''- Jeff Buckley
© Erin Mason 2014
EP Mason Jan 2014
Robert Frost was right
nothing gold can stay
I wish I still had the sunshine
I stared at yesterday
I wish you were perplexing
I wish it were untrue
but now I cannot deny
that I curse the day I fell in love with you
© Erin Mason 2014
EP Mason Jan 2014
I feel like a ghost
I'm sure I am
I float through wall to wall
and no one ever sees me
I paint myself bright
and no one ever sees me
I look into their eyes
and they look right through me
maybe I should stay black and white
so they don't feel haunted by me
© Erin Mason 2014
EP Mason Jan 2014
In this century, specifically, I spend an awful lot of time staring at a computer screen. The harsh artificial light casts a bright blanket across my eyes, so that when I go outside to look at the stars in the sky, it takes time for me to see them in their true beauty as I must allow my eyes to adjust to them.

In a similar way, the computer screen will cast a bright artificial light on me, so that I have to strain to see true beauty. Natural beauty, real beauty.
© Erin Mason 2014
EP Mason Jan 2014
It's okay if you hate me
I'd hate me too
but even if you killed me
I'd still like you
© Erin Mason 2014
EP Mason Jan 2014
If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand
Hope you find out what you are; already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again
You can tell me how vile I already know that I am
I'll grow old, start acting my age
It'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate
A crown of gold, a heart that's harder than stone
And it hurts to hold on, but it's missed when it's gone

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not
I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget

If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of this state
You can keep to yourself, I'll keep out of your way
And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out
It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room
When I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds
So call it quits, or get a grip
You say you wanted a solution; you just wanted to be missed

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not
I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget
So you can forget, you can forget

You are calm and reposed
Let your beauty unfold
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones
Spring keeps you ever close
You are second-hand smoke
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins
Holding on to yourself the best you can
You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veins

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not
I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget
occasionally I will post the lyrics to songs which convey my thoughts better than I can.
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