Many times I get asked what anime is. I wear anime t-shirts, I watch it with glee, I fantasize about it and have conversations about it as well. I go to conventions, I discuss it with my friends nitpicking at strong foes, and I even supported toonami coming back. Yet this question of what anime is always makes me pause. What is anime? I always think about it and I am always unsure of it. It's almost like theaters and movies, anime has many genres such as drama, romance, and even tragedy. Yet sometimes people argue that anime is nothing more than a cartoon. I could say that cartoons are only meant for kids but anime includes that as well. I could say anime has different art styles, but the same could be said for cartoons as well. I could say anime is more Japanese oriented but anime has no limitations. People question it however the same could be said of theater. Why do people love tragedy? Why do people wish to see a girl die from cancer? Why do people wish to see a couple being put through a lot? Why do people enjoy death? Anime has many genres like theater, anime has death, tragedy, and yes even ****. Do not judge anime by it's differences, do not say it's simply a cartoon. Because to some people it is their theater, their muse, their life, and their dreams and inspirations.

I'm tired of being strong. I'm tired of pretending who I am. I'm tired of my family saying be a doctor or dentist so they can get free visits. I'm tired of being compared to my siblings. I'm tired of being the only hope. I'm tired of college. I'm tired of this downward *****. I'm tired of being jobless. I've never had a job. I'm tired of being pressured to do great and perfect. I'm tired of being ugly. I'm tired of being the fat girl in the group. I'm tired of people taking credit for all of my hardwork. I'm tired of my family putting me as the person to blame when something goes wrong. I'm tired of hearing my dad say it's all about the money. I'm tired of hearing my mom ask if I got my financial aid check. I'm tired of my sister asking me to take care of her son. I'm tired of her telling me to work places so she can benefit. I'm tired of my brother pushing me around while the other stands around. I'm tired of my boyfriend not listening to me. I'm tired of him telling me that I act like a child. I'm tired of him saying that I shouldn't give up when he already has. I'm tired of people giving up on me. I'm tired of everything. I'm tired of life. I just want it all to go away.

Honey I tried,
Honey I cried.
Honey this is a vicious cycle,
Honey this is a disastrous cyclone.
Honey we aren't getting better,
Honey this sweet relationship is getting bitter.
Honey the only one that stands between us is you,
Honey I'm tired of my heart getting beaten black and blue.
Honey you can't see your own faults,
Honey you haven't seen all of my insults.
Honey you know better than to fight me,
Honey you know you can leave.
Honey stop crying and trying to make yourself innocent,
Honey you know I'm not falling for it.
Honey you think you have me won over,
Honey I'm not a stupid pushover.
Honey we know that this is because I'm crazy and you like pushing buttons,
Honey this relationship is nothing.
Honey I tried to make it something,
Honey I tried to give you everything.
But honey the only way I can is if you get out of the way,
Stop pushing me away.
Honey I tried to make it work,
Honey I tried to make it last forever.
But you fought everything I did to change it for the better,
Because of that, I'm done and you lost me forever.

Aunt of 2. Presents for one.

Ever since I was a little girl, I saw things no one saw.
I always looked at the world with awe.
I saw the beauty in people who weren't loved,
In every ******, outcast, and victim.
I was isolated from the world,
For I was merely a girl.
While girls liked dolls and wanted to be Daphane from ****** doo,
I wanted to be Velma and do what all the boys wanted to do.
I robe my bike around my yard,
Even though I would fall on the rocks and hit the pavement really hard.
I had little friends,
I was weird to no end.
I tried to be normal,
I tried to catch up to the people.
However, they didn't see me,
I would just be left all lonely.
I hated elementary,
They only reminded me of being lonely.
I wanted to leave,
I wanted to be free.
I remember that wish as I hung out at the swings,
How I wished that I had wings.
I wanted escape the oppression of my school and home,
I wanted a real friends and I hoped.
Boys were always first.
At home, it was not different, they were the worst.
My older sister said that I had everything that I wanted,
That I was a spoiled brat and unwanted.
My older brother would push me and grab me by the arm,
Saying that I was in the way, causing even more harm.
My mom sided with them,
She only didn't want to get in trouble from HIM.
My dad,
The core of troubles, the only one I can't stand.
Always putting boys first,
Teaching us girls that our job was to cater to them and worst.
We had no say,
We had to do everything he wants in order to stay.
I found no beauty in the family,
It was rotten to the core, it was greedy.
I was hoping that they would see the things that I see,
Stop the nightmares from my closet from coming after me.
I wished they stopped arguing,
I wished they were a real family.
I had no escape,
I didn't even have my own dreams to escape.
I was haunted by nightmares and arguments,
I wanted them all to end.
I would watch a monster from my closet **** everyone near me,
Coming after me.
No one listened,
I was mistaken.
I grew older and eventually stopped pretending,
I shut myself in my walls and shielding.
In the 3rd grade, I stopped wearing pink,
I stopped listening.
I hid behind a frown,
I stopped chasing after the ones who weren't around.
I became an adult when I was young,
I didn't even have a childhood to be proud of.
I couldn't stop seeing beauty,
But I refused to be a victim to their cruelty.
I was an empty shell of a innocent girl,
A young soul who saw the beauty in the world.
I had kept this charade for a couple of years,
Then my wall started to get cracks and tears.
I remember people who saw me,
I remember the ones who became my friends and, later, family.
They finally came,
They finally saw me for who I am and didn't want me to change.
My walls took heavy fire,
It was weakening more than I had desired.
I was scared,
What if they didn't really care?
We went on to high school,
Still friends from middle school.
Then he came into my life,
Putting an end to my shell to hide.
My love came and pulled me out of my shell,
Promising freedom from this hell.
I couldn't believe it,
I didn't think that I was getting what I wished.
My angel with black and red wings,
He's finally come to save me.
They came to save me,
My friends and my real family.

a writer gets their inspiration from anywhere,
a writer can have details written with flare.
a writer can see every little thing and detail,
a writer can unleash mystery like a veil.
a writer can hear these words and their thoughts and taste,
a writer sometimes have to write with much haste.
a writer can lose that inspiration with a blink of a eye,
a writer knows that some things take time.
a writer can discard these senses and focus on what they feel,
a writer can make a persons mind reel.
a writer is like an artist,
a writer can produce a picture with such a twist.
a writer can lose themselves so easily,
a writer can become touchy feely.
a writer must go through an inevitable block,
a writer shouldn't be made fun of or mocked.
a writer uses a block to experience and try new things,
a writer can get new inspiration as fast as a ring.
a writer is different, they can see things different than any of their fellow man,
but a writer is most definitely a human.

There's music in my soul,
Only you can make it whole.
Your saxophone calloused fingers,
Tap me inside and out until I sing.
Oh baby, I can feel the notes threatening to pierce me,
Never have I felt so free.
Place your lips upon me like your saxophone,
I can feel it in my soul.
You love is so sweet,
I can feel you play me into a melody.
Hold me like your saxophone,
Hold me that close.
Even when we're fighting,
We make perfect harmony.
Move your fingers on me,
Play me.
Move me to your music, my love,
Take me to all the notes below and above.
You have my love, saxophone player,
You're the only one that can take me there.
Use your music on my soul,
And play me like your saxophone.

I didn't ask for this,
I yelled at my minds growing abyss.
My sister was weeping,
My nephew was sleeping.
My mother had anger set out towards me,
My father had anger for all those three.
He used me,
I was an excuse for this blasphemy.
Now my sister and nephew are homeless and seeking refuge at her mother in laws home,
Guilt weighed heavier on my heart than a mountain of stones.
And for what?
So my dad can get her out of my home and give me a room that wasn't even worth it!
Now I'm here, standing in the middle alone,
A **** to everyone!
I didn't ask for this!
This is a big steaming pile of *******!
They think that it's my fault!
I didn't do anything at all!
My dog got run over by my dad,
That ******* took everything that I had!
How am I supposed to know what to say or do?!
My mom didn't tell me anything or what to do!!
She hates me now because I "caused" this,
That selfish *****!
How am I supposed to know what to say?!
She always taught to listen and never go against what my father says!!
She's the one who told me to listen and talk to this *******,
To deal with his ***** fits and complaints about this *******.
I let everyone walk all over me,
Yet the bad guy is always me!!
What the **** am I supposed to ******* do?!
Why am I taking the blame for everything he does?!
Why am I taking the blame for my mom?!
Why am I taking the blame for everything bad that happens here?!
Why am I crying these stupid tears?!
I didn't do anything,
I didn't say anything.
I never wanted this to happen,
So why am I the villain?

lovely bones scattered on the floor,
beautifully red and intersecting all over the door.
lovely bones ran clean with no scrapes from the knife,
the very knife that took their life.
lovely bones, so beautiful, so pretty.
more beautiful than their blood that tasted ever so sweet.
lovely bones decorated the floor so beautifully and gave it the beauty of death,
not caring that i took their owners breath.
my beautiful bones, my lovely bones,
smooth and heavy as beautiful stones.
my lovely bones, i stroke your skulls,
your blank inexpressive expression tells it all.
i love your beautiful ribs and spine,
knowing that they are now mine.
but my favorite of all time is the arm and leg bones,
i love that bone.
its beautiful and long with a unique characteristic.
its beauty is just so majestic!
my beautiful lovely bones, i adore you!
i laugh wickedly as i fondled you.
my lovely bones, so beautiful,
only getting you was a task i must fulfill.
come to me, my fantasy as beautiful as dazzling stones,
my angelic, lovely bones.

listen closely,
listen fully.
hear the thrumming of a beetle's wing,
hear the wind begin to sing.
listen to true beauty,
listen to the reality.
hear the story that the trees tell,
hear the history as the leaves fall.
listen to the ancient wisdom given by the sky,
listen to how well the clouds lie.
hear the grass whisper sweet compliments,
hear the flowers present.
listen to the chiming of the water ring,
listen to how well the rock recite tales so amazing.
hear the call of the animals,
hear the bugs begin to crawl.
listen to the screams of the city,
listen to the sizzling of the toxicity.
hear the pounding of footsteps and daily life,
hear the swift sound of a knife.
listen to the cries of hunger,
listen to the tapping of fingers.
hear the screams of anger,
hear the shouts of hate against others.
listen to the crushing of childhood dreams,
listen to the victims screams.
hear the sin as marriage spiral down to hell,
hear the lies that they sell.
listen to the hits of a fight,
listen to the person who turned away from the light.
hear the life slip out of a person,
hear the person within a prison.
listen to the hatred within humans,
listen to the sadness felt by every girl and man.
hear the death of the hope,
hear the imagination begin to choke.
listen to the thrumming of a poets heart,
listen to it tear apart.
hear the suicide of originality,
hear the death of personality.
listen to it all closely,
and write it all down carelessly.
listen to it all,
hear the down spiral of it all.
listen to carefully,
listen to the downfall of humanity.

i lay here in silence yet again,
with no one here, not even a friend.
pieces of me are scattered on the floor,
i can hear the buzzing of my phone begin to roar.
how can i be so blind?
how can everyone leave me behind?
these lips keep silent,
not wanting to tell anyone of the pain that is evident.
tears fall on my face, disappearing in the sheets,
my heart is as heavy as concrete.
he broke me so easily, broke a delicate confidence that was never there,
now im here and can do nothing as my heart tears.
he broke a dream,
he tore me apart at the seams.
he was once praising me and then he knocked me off a pedestal,
making everything in my heart feel so dull.
pieces of me chant hurtful words,
digging into me like treacherous swords.
what can i do now with all this going on?
the only thing i can do is stare on.
goodbye blissful dream, goodbye happiness,
and hello misery, self hate, and emptiness.

through the roses petals, the rose saw love for the first time.
it saw a awkward man holding it to the girl who had looked happy and was beautiful in body and mind.
the girl held it delicately to the roses' delight,
and it was bathed in her beautiful light.
through the roses petals, it saw the pure, happy relationship between the man and his wife,
it saw them cherishing their life.
the time they spent together was cherished and the awkward man opened up to her, not like the first time the rose laid eyes on him.
the light and love in his eyes never dimmed.
through the roses petals, it watched the girl,
who seemed like the man was her whole world.
the light and beauty of her smile never seemed to fade,
and it seems like when she was with him, she was in a daze.
through the roses petals, it saw them getting older,
and still the love between them still strong, the kind that many desired.
their love kept strong through good and bad,
it was something that some people could ever had.
through the roses petals on its final days,
the girl was in bed, very sick but her eyes never losing their beauty or daze.
it saw the man sitting by her side with concern in his eyes,
as the rose dies.
through the roses petals, it saw the man lay by the girls side,
he was also sick and both of them were going to die.
as the rose shed his last petal,
the last thing the rose saw was the couple.
the couple knew they were going to die but nothing separated them,
as the rose shed its last petal, so did the couple, who held each others hands as they breathed their last breath.
the last days of the rose's life, it saw them stay together even in death.

sadness is what the girl feels,
hopeless as her fate is sealed.
every decision made by other people as she is forced into classes challenging and difficult,
though she knows that she cant revolt.
sadness grips her by the throat yet again by those who push her around,
the teachers, the parents, her boyfriend, the students, even the class clown.
everything is expected of her,
she is someone that people prefer,
due to her level of education and inability to say much in anything,
often not part of any deciding.
sadness pierces through her body as she lets her boyfriend hurt her with broken promises,
never making any compromises.
so many cancelled dates and broken promises lay before her as she hides her feelings,
though she cries at night and stare at the ceiling.
sadness threw her on the ground as her mom forces her to look presentable to the world,
no one likes a weird girl.
her father teaches her to fight,
oblivious to anything but whatever is on his mind,
he forces her and her family to do whatever he pleases,
unaware of any of her family's grievances.
sadness haunted her at school as her friends call her strong but are unaware of her grief,
then run off to do their usual mischief.
cant anyone see her unbearable sadness?
cant anyone get her out of this mess?
how long will it take
for her to break?
questions she ask herself everyday,
wishing she had a say.
until finally it got to her, as she held up a knife,
the one that she planned to end her life.
as she stared at it, she hesitated,
then threw it away.
she couldn't, she knew that.
because if she did, it would only bring up the one painful, heartbreaking fact.
even in death sadness is something she couldn't escape,
because that was her unbreakable, painful fate.

Hate crimes are too cute of a name,
It's should be "crimes against humanity" or "humanity's ultimate shame".
Listen well,
For I have a story to tell.
God says to LOVE everyone,
No hate towards anyone.
However we see Christians say gay marriages are sins,
Hating on anyone who's different.
The bible was supposed to educate about love,
A word of peace and advice from the man above.
All those people mentioned had their own sins,
Each the same yet different.
However a true Christian would show nothing but love,
For it is HIS word, the man with the angels from above.
When those responsible for inflicting pain upon those who are different,
I can't wait for their reaction.
Because he will look down upon them and punish them for being tormentors,
Not his loyal followers.
Then there are those who aren't Christian,
Those who just don't like anyone who's different.
You all know who you are,
Your crimes against humanity are like deep tissued scars.
You hate on someone who has different colored skin,
You hate on them for all they've been.
You say they only take jobs and breathe our air,
Even though you know it's unfair.
It's not them you should be blaming for this,
Blame the government.
They were born that way,
They didn't have a say.
All those who've blamed others due to their skin color is a *****!
Your entire mindset should be gone.
"These Mexicans are taking our jobs",
No they are not.
They're doing what you would do,
Work even though it's hard and new.
You shouldn't blame a certain race because you're so insignificant and unable to work,
You would do the same if you were in the same situation as him or her.
"We need to stop these illegals from coming in",
I get it but don't punish the person.
They work hard, it's not their fault that they want the American dream,
Even though it is only a dream.
Instead of hating on humanity,
Why don't you do something for everybody?
Stop being a vile idiot,
Do something that's worth it.
It's time for us to stop blaming others,
We are in charge of our destinies to make it better.
Stop with the prejudices,
Stop with the injustices.
Stop the hate,
Deal with the problems that are to blame.
This isn't a fantasy,
This is reality!
Now shut up and quit your hate,
You're in charge of your own fate.

I think the reason why we live is because of death. We fear death, we fear the unknown. One could even dare say the unknown is the future. It's the reason why we cling onto the past so much, we fear the unknown the most. I believe without a doubt that reincarnation happens and some could say that people's souls grow older and wiser. Yet why do people commit suicide? One could say that they are new souls, new creations of life. However as I think about it more and more, could it possibly be because the soul is starting to realize that life is too unpredictable and too unbearable? Maybe those who commit suicide are the souls who are actually a little mature. Maybe the reason why some people look forward to the future is because they are actually new souls. Then there is those who are wise beyond their years and still look forward to the future. Perhaps souls that grow too old become energy and become recreated into new souls to continue on. Perhaps the evil people with souls are being cleansed to create a new start. Perhaps that's the reason why sociopaths exist. Maybe they're just old souls who have seen many lives and are starting to lose the vitality it once had. Perhaps they are in the process of getting their souls cleansed from all they have done after they have been punished. The real reason why we would seek immortality is because we fear death. However I believe that even after we erase the fear of death, we will end up growing a new fear. Fear is inevitable. We will end up growing to fear love. Sounds funny, why would we fear love? If you're immortal, you will start to see the beauty of life and death. You will watch the people you grew up with, you laughed with, you work with, you care about, and you loved die. You will start pushing away all of them, everyone for fear of getting close. If you're immortal, that doesn't mean that you don't have a heart. Your fear of death is nothing like the fear of love. Unlike the fear of death, you will be alone if you fear love. The fear of death only makes bonds between those who also fear death. However to fear love will cause you to alienate yourself from the people around you. A soul cannot live on it's own. It will only disintegrate and get it's soul ripped inside and out. We must have death in order to live. Because life without death is miserable and lonely.

I'm a moth to your flame,
A insect to your light.
I'm a flower to your rain,
A star in your night.
I'm a soul who is attracted to you,
A naive invisible being.
I wouldn't have friends if it wasn't for you,
A lonely, imaginary thing.
Your eyes stared into my soul,
Never have I felt so naked.
Your laugh warmed me from the cold,
My heart ran itself ragged.
My mind screamed at me to run,
I am blind and deaf to it.
I ran towards you and the fun,
Ignoring all of the signs and wit.
I jumped happily in your arms,
Your hands felt good on my back.
I didn't know that you would cause harm,
You were preparing for your attack.
You slowly turned for the worst,
You had your hands around my neck.
My tears had burst,
My heart was in a wreck.
You killed me so slowly,
You didn't leave a trace.
Your arms now wrapped me painfully,
There's a mask over my face.
Oh the pain,
Oh the hurt.
My tears fell like the rain,
Yet my heart feels empty like the desert.
A fatal attraction it was,
I should have seen it coming.
I should have seen your flaws,
Seen through your lies and cunning.
However I have no regrets,
Because I have finally lived.
It was me who made my own bed,
It was time to lay in it.

what is a mother?
is she a caretaker and lover?
or is she cruel and uncaring?
why do you not care about me mommy?
what kind of mom are you to put your husband in front of your kids?
being born was not something we purposely did.
why do you hate us?
why do you put that evil person in front of us?
mommy why do you hate me?
why is making me carry the burden is something that you cant see?
why do you blame me?
why am i the hated one in the family?
was it because i was never meant to be born?
why is it only me that you scorn?
why can the youngest of us get away with everything?
why is it me that gets blamed for his misbehaving?
why don't you love me mommy?
why do you hate me mommy?
what is a mother?
are they supposed to judge and treat their children like a bother?
one day, you'll see mother, you wicked witch and oppressor
for i wont be like you, a monster.
i will show my children love
and i wont let them suffer what i have suffered with your lies and fake love
i will be better than you and do everything a mother is supposed to do,
i wont end up like a mother like you.

my love i know its true,
the only person i need is you.
i always thought that this was a dream,
you make me wanna scream.

ooh please love me,
we can be together for all eternity.
ooh please hold me,
let me fall into a peaceful sleep.

i love you with all my soul,
it was my heart that you stole.
i always thought that love was unnecessary,
this obsession has turned into something scary

ooh please love me,
we can be together for all eternity.
ooh please hold me,
let me fall into a peaceful sleep

i never knew i could feel,
never knew you could melt my heart of steel.
i never thought that you would see me,
never thought you would set me free.
now every time i make a wish, i have one in my mind,
i wish that you would forever be mine!

ooh please love me,
we can be together for all eternity.
ooh please hold me,
let me fall into a peaceful sleep

**** feeling beautiful from one person. **** feeling beauty from the presence of a person. Ladies and gentlemen, go love yourself. Don't depend on a stupid other being to love you. Want to know why? Because that supposed person that makes you feel beautiful can ******* tear down your walls and creep into your heart. That ****** will call you beautiful, they will make you feel so good about yourself and then they will ******* take it away from you. One minute you're beautiful and the next, you feel so ******* ugly because they put you there. They had some much power over you and they used it to hurt you. Don't go for someone who makes you feel beautiful. Don't give them that ******* power over you. It only takes a stupid action and word to destroy all the progress that you made for your self esteem. Don't depend on someone to make you feel beautiful, you ******* are! You're beautiful and just amazing. Love yourself. Because there are people who ******* want to hurt you for being amazing.

As i lay here in darkness,
I stare at the shambles of my life, my own mess.
tragedy and heart break laid beside me,
eventually becoming my very own family.
the tears flowed down my cheeks, never ending,
reality that was within my hands was slipping.
a mannequin was used to trick friends,
giving false reality that i am happy to the bitter end.
i laid here in a bitter, cold darkness,
a familiar bitter caress.
i stared at nothing, the chains of responsibility holding me down,
the weight of obedience making me drown.
a light appeared, there a person stood.
he crouched down and a butterfly appeared from his hood.
the butterfly was a beautiful red,
that shook my heart full of dread.
that beautiful creature landed on his shoulder as the man came closer,
i tore my eyes from the creature on his shoulder.
he came closer to me and gently reached his hands out,
he was so close, i wanted to shout.
he picked up a dark blue butterfly with a broken wing,
trapped in a cage, a sad little thing.
he opened the cage and gently carried the butterfly,
the red one beginning to fly.
the magnificent creature landed next to the wounded thing,
healing its broken wing.
the two butterflies, now able to fly, flew together,
as happy as ever.
i turned my eyes to the man before me,
who had reached out to me.
he smiled at me as i stared at him,
silent as i listened to the butterflies wings begin to hum.
i slowly reached out to him, the chain on my wrist beginning to disappear,
i started to feel fear.
i hesitated,
as the butterflies elevated.
he waited,
and i contemplated.
i reached out to him again and he smiled,
making my unresponsive heart beat for miles.
the chains rusted away,
darkness turning into day.
he smiled and helped me up to my feet,
the warmth wrapping me up like a sheet.
we looked at each other,
our butterflies dancing with one another.
i had once laid in darkness,
held down by the misery of my own tragedy and mess.
here he is before me,
saving me from my own misery,
my own tragedy and mess,
my darkness.

i had this amazing art teacher in high school. he was always wacky, always loved talking, and appreciated the small things in life. i had him for 3 years of my high school life and he was one of the only few that actually remembered my name. my major flaw in art was that i lacked depth and detail and i always ran out of time and he always encouraged me, always willing to give advice. i always thought that he hated my art: my art was always borderline cartoonish and anime, every once in a while praising me for my weird imagination. i always thought that he didnt like my art and it frustrated me because i wanted to wow people and smack awesome art in their face yet i couldnt quite seem to impress this teacher. so despite that, i practiced and finally i noticed i can draw faster and that i started to get smaller details. eventually it was the last day in art of my senior year in high school and i was emotional, i realized that it was the end of all those times at school. my teacher asked us earlier if we wanted a party to celebrate and of course we said yes. on the last day we gathered at a table and sat down to eat with each other like a dinner table full of family. my art teacher was emotional of course, but he wanted us to hear some advice he wanted us to know for life. he went down the table and addressed people individually and complimented them and gave them advice. finally he said my name and i looked, ready to hear the worst things possible. he said "i've known you for 3 years, but unfortunately all good things must come to an end. you have eyes that seem to see everything and i think that can take you far in life." i was speechless, i didnt know what to say, for these 3 years ive known him, i thought he didnt pay attention to me and merely dismissed me completely but i was wrong. so the moral of the story: dont assume things of people, they can surprise you, whether it be the worst way or the best way possible.

Love me like no other,
Like you don't want another.
Love me like you want me,
Keep me in your cage and never let me free.
Love me like you care,
Like no one else can compare.
Love me like you cherish me,
I'll be all that you want me to be.
Love me like no one else,
Where everyone can tell.
Love me like your interests,
I'll give you my best.
Love me like there's no one else important in life,
I'll claim you as mine.
Love me right,
Don't make me toss and turn at night.
Love me right honey,
Make my heart beat like I've been running.
Love me right,
You'll become the important person in my life.
Love me right,
Like I love you with all of my life.

a veiled future laid ahead of me.
you stared at me expectantly,
with your hand outstretched.
i looked at the mysterious future ahead.
what kind of future was hidden in the deep, dark unknown?
what kind of things will be shown?
would it be the bright future that i have always dreamed it would be?
or would it be full of despair and misery?
would you be loyal?
or would you be unfaithful?
would you still at me with those complex, loving eyes?
or would they be covered in hate and utter lies?
will you still see me as the same?
or will i become a beast you have to tame?
would you still welcome me warmly at the door?
or will you sneak off and cheat on me with a stupid *****?
so many questions,
should i just **** it up and take the risk?
i stare at you with a smile and take your hand.
through good times and bad,
I'll follow you anywhere,
even through the unknown and dark abyss known as our future.

i've always wondered how people will react if i disappeared?
would they shed a tear?
gone i would be,
no trace of me.
would they cry if they realized my presence was missing?
would they think about me?
i wonder if they will even notice,
its a parasite in my brain ever so potent.
will they care?
will they even notice if im not there?
will he care?
would he shed tears?
if i disappear, i wont burden him anymore,
i wont hold him back anymore.
would he care if i was gone?
would he care if i was cold and alone?
would he?
would they?
would you?
what would happen if i disappeared out of the blue?

Why did you choose me?
i cause you so much misery
don't you see that you can do more?
i always leave you a open door.
Why do you stay?
im the one with the uncontrollable rage.
Why do you care?
its always your heart that I tear.
why do care about me so?
i am the lowest of the low.
why do you continue to follow?
my heart is hollow.
why do you crave my heart?
it isnt worthy of any of your art.
why dont you see that im no good for you?
im the reason youre always blue.
why do you worship me?
im the one with ultimate jealousy.
why do you say sorry for the things ive done?
I'm always the one who wants to run.
Why do you care about my feelings?
I'm always the one who's leaving.
Why me?
I'm imperfect, complicated, and always fleeing.
You always look at me with those dark brown eyes,
Always so piercing, the only thing that strips me of any lies.
You always call me an angel,
Even though your heart is the one I mangle.
You always tell me you love me,
You always say you want to be with me for an eternity.
Those eyes that are glistened with tears,
Are the only thing I focus on, words falling on deaf ears.
After all of the pain you went through, you stay,
Claiming you still love me anyways.
Now it is I who cry,
Wishing to die.
You're the angel,
I am the devil,
Yet you think differently,
As you hold me gently.
The question will always linger in my heart for our entire eternity.
Why did you pick me? Why me?

it feels like there is weight upon my shoulders,
its starting to crack my determination that used to be as strong as a boulder.
the world continues to crush me beneath its weight,
im beginning to lack in strength.
i feel something gripping my heart and squeeze,
my personality and body is something it wants to seize.
everything is falling apart,
it is slowly crushing me and my heart.
i feel so helpless as i try to fight,
the darkness is overcoming the light.
i feel abandoned,
shattered and broken.
work piles before me,
smothering me.
my relationship is falling into pieces,
i dont know who he really is.
im losing myself,
i dont know my true self.
responsibilities and life throw me around like a ball,
i really want to escape it all.
i want to die,
i want to fly.
the weight is killing me,
i just want to be free.
everything is falling apart in jagged shards,
my sanity is crumbling like a house of cards.
someone set me free, please?
save me from the weight upon me

so cold, so empty,
like a robot, so mechanical, so shiny.
our relationship feels cold,
we're slowly getting old.
we lack adventure and have fallen into a routine,
what happened to our fairy tale dream?
our gears of love are rusting,
becoming crusty.
we are mute with no feeling,
we are no longer dreaming.
we are restrained by responsibility,
never exceeding the possibilities.

i stare and see now,
i look up to the clouds.
i dream now,
this is something i cannot allow.
i break the mechanical chains,
dancing in the rain.
rust slide off my body and face,
there you are with that robotic face.
i cry, tears mixing in the rain,
your soul ever so plain.
a robot to the core,
i can no longer call you mine anymore.

From sea to shining sea,
The land of the free.
It's America, so beautiful,
So so wonderful.
Where mothers and fathers divorce over petty thing,
Where the gang life is a supported thing.
The kids are over stressed with the standardized tests,
As if cyber and real life bullying doesn't exist.
Where tales of heroes get trampled by movie stars,
Where beauty for women leave them to starve.
Where the round plump adults use fad diets,
A congress fillled with big fat liars.
Education is stressed but no jobs available,
Where real political and social issues are swept under the table.
Scandals get shame,
Pornstars bask in fame.
Where love only matters if it's between a man and woman,
Where no one cares about no one.
So many measly votes don't even count,
Where rumors get around.
Kids want to be gangsters and pimps,
They cuss and go about unpunished.
Where corrupt corporations rules us all,
We watch as poor families fall.
Everybody is homeless,
Everybody is jobless.
We're drowning in debt caused by our own selves,
Don't forget the government's debt as well.
Where women sexually assault and abuse just the same as any man,
Where PTSD sufferers hide as much as they can.
Where people are pill poppers from all the chaos and insanity,
Where people suffer with their own vanity.
Where writers and artists die slowly from the culture,
Where everybody seems to be starved vultures.
You're a citizen for sure so long as you're an Anglo man,
Senior citizens no longer counts as human.
Where people don't love anymore,
Where there are no committed relationships anymore.
Where friends stab each other in the back,
Where everybody has their own plans.
Where people can sleep around with everybody,
It's one big giant ****.
Where everyone comes from a broken home,
Where everyone is glued to their phones.
Where Tattooed people aren't even real people,
Don't even get me started on transvestite and homosexuals.
Where people in churches don't even follow their religion,
Sometimes they are the ones who commit the most sin.
Where everyone who's different and walks away from the majority,
They are seen as freaks.
Oh America, so beautiful and sweet,
Done from your polluted oceans to your ***** streets.
Where your trees die and become furniture or get wasted,
Where everywhere is overpopulated.
Your roads always full of cars full of anger,
Your air is so polluted everywhere.
Your constitution is changed so many times,
Where your laws never changed completely to suit the times.
Your female citizens ******' are controlled by old ideals and white corrupted men,
Who are over voted and over represented.
You're swimming in debt in the trillions worth,
There's so much pollution in the earth.
Oh America you are taunted and seen as fools around the world,
Yet you stay together dear sweet girl.
Oh America let's not forget the good in you,
Don't be so blue.
You have people who love you,
People who would fight for you.
You proved the world wrong in so many scenarios back then,
You've been several friends.
We forget that you were created off the sweat and tears of our men and women.
We have changed so much,
We have learned so much.
We have seen great people that stood for change,
Despite your young age.
We were immigrants when we came,
And we did many bad things to be here today.
But the past is the past,
We must change at last.
It's time for us to stop being the idiots and prove everyone wrong,
For now it's time for us to get along.
Sweet America, oh my sweet,
Let's help you remember why we're free.

It's cold,
So very cold.
As I lay here on my bed,
The air holds a terrifying dread.
I hear nothing,
I see nothing.
The only feeling I have is this bed,
Hoping to sleep like the dead.
It's the most terrifying thing to ever exist.
The dread hangs like a heavy mist.
I can feel the dark touch me,
Crawl along my back and cling.
So dark, so cold.
So terrifying, a fear that never grows old.
So different than what you were told,
It's the true feeling of being alone.

thank you.
thank you sweet boyfriend for saving me,
thanks for helping me.
thank you sweet friends for being there,
thanks for making my life easier to bear.
thank you bullies for making me strong,
thanks for proving that youre the ones who are wrong.
thank you marching band for giving me confidence,
thanks for showing me the way to my best friends and boyfriend.
thank you school for the memories,
thanks for encouraging and trying to help me.
thank you family for never being there for me,
thanks for making me strong and tough and making me ME.
thank you sweet cats,
thanks for always making me smile and laugh.
thank you sweet charlie for making me an aunt,
thanks for being beautiful and im proud to be your aunt.
thank you sweet supporters of my poetry,
thanks for being there to listen to all of my terrible stories.
THANK YOU.

Is it wrong for me to want to leave? Is it wrong for me to want to go to a technical college and get away from my family? To live in the dorms and study to become a video game designer? To become something I want? I live in a small town that is definitely not like the cities. It's slow and quiet here. However, I know that my desired profession requires me to get out of here, to leave. So instead of being an idiot, I'm planning on building independence. However, my family thinks it's stupid, why go to a technical college when I'm good where I'm at? Or at least that's what they say. I hate that no matter how many times I try, they want me to be something that I'm not. I can't deal with the stress of medical life, I know that I have no patience, I prefer to do something that I'm told, I don't have the smooth cunning of a lawyer or the nerves of steel like a police officer or marine. I love video games. I want to learn it and produce my own creative ideas. I have so many of them, they could even be bestsellers. I'm a procrastinator but if it's something that I'm interested in, I believe that I can finish it way before deadlines. I'm not one to go for the money. Frankly, I believe that if you're happy and you're always struggling, then you don't need anything else. I know it's a stupid fantasy to some but I want to live out my dreams. I told my family and all they do is look at me and say it's stupid. "Why don't you be a dentist?" "Be a doctor", "money is the important thing in life". I hate that. They are just trying to use me, I believe. It's always been that way. They only want to live off of my success, they never cared about my happiness. I know that nowadays it's different. I blame the government. I'm sorry but congress is borrowing too much money, our US dollar is devaluing and debt is growing. The world already knows this. We're being laughed at as we speak. I just want to live out a dream though. I want to be happy. So is it wrong to be happy? Is it even wrong to be me?

I'm ******* done!
You hear me you pathetic siblings and hypocritical parents!
I'm ******* done!
All of you in my family are ******* pathetic!
You little ***** always take advantage of me,
You always take and take without giving in return!
You're not worthy of being my family!
You make my head turn!
You always touch everything I have,
You used it and then either misplace it or ******* break it!
You steal my money and take everything I have,
You always treated me like ****!
******* sisters!
You two never appreciated me!
One of you slimy ******* use me for your kids and make me a baby sitter!
He's not my ******* kid now is he?!
So why the **** does it feel like I'm being punished because you had a ******* kid?!
The other ***** never ******* helps!
All she does is be ******* lazy and sleeps in!
She even watches me when I'm in desperate need of help!!!
******* brothers!
You two stuck up ******* don't do **** for the ******* house!
What the **** did you guys do?!
One of you complains about doing everything for us,
How the **** did you do everything when sitting on your *** playing video games is all you ******* do?!
The other pushes me around and demands things,
What did you ever do other than ruin my life?!
I went through years of your constant bullying!
You're one of the reasons why I can't have a ******* normal life!!!!!
******* mother!
You're nothing but a ******* ***** who can't do ****!
You complain about father!
Why don't you get a ******* divorce and be done with it?!
You know why?!
Because she's ******* useless on her own!
Everything that comes out of her mouth is a lie!
Whenever I ask a question, she's always on her ******* phone!
I have to repeat myself to get her attention!
Then she gets mad when I don't answer back or give her ******* attitude!
*****, you're the ******* reason why I ******* have it!
What is wrong with you?!
Then you say I have to be an adult but you don't even let me get out of the house without your permission!
Why the **** am I getting punished?!
I didn't have a ******* kid or do drugs or crashed I don't know how many cars like my brothers and sisters!!
Don't compare me to those useless low lives! I'm finished!
I'm not you and your kid's babysitter!
I don't have to take care of your lazy *****!
That ******* includes you father!!!!
You're a worse out of all these *******!!!
You say that you keep the family together when you're tearing us apart!
We don't ******* want you here,
We hate you!!
We wish you disappear!
You're worthless and we're all done with you!
Even your brothers and sisters ******* hate you,
That's why they avoid us,
Because they're afraid we're just like you!
That's why the family ignores us!
I have ******* had it!
I'm not their ******* slave!
I don't owe them ****!
They need to do **** their own way!
**** all of you in my family,
One ******* day I will leave and be successful.
You all will be ******* unhappy,
While I will be the one who escaped you all.

There's an itch in my brain,
            That comes time and time again.
It's like an inner plague in my mind,
     It only seems to get worse with time.
Emotions flare uncontrollably,
         I cannot keep them in me.
  There they are flaring,
        Always glaring.
  I can never be happy,
I go into a sadness or get angry.
       Sometimes it's big, sometimes it's small,
   Yet it's the same reaction to all.
I wish I can fix it and be happy,
           I wish I didn't get so angry.
Sometimes I don't think,
    Sometimes I can't see.
Sometimes I want to cry and ask for help,
         But then I'm reminded that I can't help myself.
Where is my mind?
  Why are people so blind?
Sometimes I want to die and leave,
             But no one sees.
  All the pressure always surrounds me,
          Pressure from everyone including my family.
I wish I can be free from this unending cycle,
                 Such a lonely cycle.
However I can't,
        No one sees who I am.
No one sees,
              No one sees me.

Everyone else's eyes look upon me differently,
They never were able to pierce me.
They tell me I'm different,
I'm just a distant friend.
No one tried to be my best friend,
Their eyes always tell me their lies in the end.
But your eyes, **** them,
You started off as my friend.
They started off so light,
So very bright.
Those eyes were so innocent at first,
I didn't notice them at first.
Then you grew on me,
Now you know everything about me.
I have never let anyone this close,
You were there when I needed you most.
Those eyes went through me so easily,
I didn't know the effect they had over me.
We were friends,
I trusted you over all of my own friends.
Those ******* eyes,
How could I have been so blind?
I panicked,
I was afraid.
It was you,
You turned me into someone new.
Those eyes pierced my soul,
Stripped me down, bare and all.
How did I never notice your eyes?
Why did this feel so right?
I try to hide from you behind my cold steel walls,
But you tore through them all.
Now you looked at me with those eyes,
They tell me so many beautiful lies.
Those eyes continue to pierce me,
You have finally become my family.
Those eyes,
Pierce me with those sweet lies.
Tear my walls down and strip it bare,
Just tell me you care.
Tell me more lies,
Look at me again with those beautiful piercing eyes.

I'm sick of waiting,
I'm sick of this.
                   Free me from my suffering!
                   Save me from my abyss!
I'm sick of lying about myself,
I'm sick of pretending to be ok.
                    I'm not like everyone else.
                    I'm not ok!
I'm sick of hearing people talk about me,
I'm sick of people not caring.
                   I'm not what you think!
                   Why don't you care?!
I'm sick of remaining silent,
I'm sick of the thoughts that break me inside.
                   I'm not defiant!
                   I'm not going to stand aside!
I'm sick of being trapped,
I'm sick of it all.
                   I'm freeing myself from this
                   trap!
                   Im not going to fall!!!
I'm sick of being me
                   Don't judge me!
I'm sick of everyone
                  You're not the only one!!
I'm sick of life
                   All I want to do is die!
I'm sick of it
                   Let's end all this *******!

So much pressure and so confused,
Never fully knowing what I want to do.
I struggle with this and everything,
Carrying the weight of my whole family.
I never know,
Emotions never show.
I gotta remain strong,
I gotta hold on.

Weight upon me,
Weight killing me.
Can I ever be set free?
Will anyone ever notice me?

I alway got the world judging me,
I've always been the loner, quiet one, a freak.
Everytime I got close, I only get hurt,
So much that it doesn't matter anymore.
I always gotta hold my tears,
I always have to swallow my fears.
I gotta always stay strong,
Why does it feel so wrong?

Weight upon me,
Weight killing me.
Can I ever be set free?
Will anyone ever notice me?

And I try so hard to hold it all,
I know one of these days, I'm gonna fall.
I want to run, I want to scream,
I always want to be free.
Yet I know that it won't happen,
It's a cruel fate, a sad one.
I have to stay strong,
Even if it feels so wrong.
I gotta be....
I gotta be free!

Weight upon me,
Weight killing me.
Can I ever be set free?
Will anyone ever notice me?

Weight upon me,
Weight killing me.
Can I ever be set free?
Will anyone ever notice me?

why should age determine a person's life?
why is it that our age keeps us hostage by a knife?
why cant a young girl who is 15 cant write a poem to be published until she is 18?
why must we follow guidelines that hold back our dreams?
the truth is I'm that girl who's poems cant be published.
I'm the girl who is held back in a home full of misery causing her anguish.
why cant i be free to make decisions in my life without someone restricting my words?
why does my age restrict my dreams, my decisions, and, most of all, my world?

The weird purr of my air conditioner,
The feel of my comforter.
My pillow is folded for it is flat from many sleepy nights,
The sound and mood is just right.
Yet here I am,
A fool at 1 or 2 o'clock AM.
Helpless,
Sleepless.
I want the blissful sleep to take me,
Overcome me.
I can't, however,
Even as this wish keeps going forever.
When will I sleep instead?
What happened to the comforts of my bed?
However another night will pass,
I still awake like a *******.
Oh sleep,
Why don't you love me?
No matter how many times I'll complain,
I fear that I'll never sleep like I ever did again.

when the world ends, what will people do?
people would loot,
people will pray,
people would try to find a way.
yet when that final hour has past,
how long will we last?
one day, a human will end up dying,
while somewhere else a baby will be crying.
many people look towards the bad things of dying,
but saying that its only bad would be lying.
when that final hour on your life pasts how would you spend it?
how would you live it?
if the world ever ends, a man would hold his wife,
a broken family of strangers would reunite.
bitter rivals would become friends,
and a boy who loves a girl in secret would confess.
the sad thing about life is that we don't realize how good it is until finally its ending
and they wish for a happy ending.
people who oppose religion would become religious,
a student who flunk all the time would mysteriously become a genius
a man who is very mean to everyone would be nice to everyone,
and a woman who hates children would want one.
the end does strange things to people, changing their beliefs,
much to some peoples reliefs.
the end actually is the best cure for all the troubles in the world,
that could be easily seen, for every boy and girl.
enemies would become friends,
a man who hates his wife would want to be their till the end.
a boy would get the courage to confess to a girl or stand up against her father,
a girl who wants to be free will realize she wants to become a mother.
the end is something we all need,
to reunite important things, like love, friends and, most of all, family.

I love your smile,
I love that you're wild.
I love your dark humor,
I love how you think I'm cuter.
I love your sweet words,
I love how good you make me hurt.
I love your fat,
I love your silly pretend gangster stance.
I love your saxophone playing,
I love the words you're always saying.
I love your strong arms,
I love your art.
I love your bearded face,
I love calling you my disgrace.
I love your laugh,
I love your ability to do math.
I love how you rub my belly,
I love how you always get jealous.
I love the way you hold me,
I love the way you look at me.
I love how you play magic the gathering,
I love how you wear all of my rings.
I love how you and I think alike,
I love how you don't know how to ride a bike.
I love how you sleep,
I even love how you weep.
I love everything about you,
I love you even when I'm angry or blue.
I'm weird,
You're weird.
You're mine forever,
You're my favorite.
**** those wannabes who pretend,
**** those who put you down again and again.
**** that ***** who broke your heart,
**** all those idiots who made your life hard.
For you are beautiful,
You are beauty.

She is a woman,
Just another human.
She is a broken,
Her true feelings are never spoken.
She is struggling,
There's so many things that she's juggling.
She is different,
An odd one, almost transparent.
She is intelligent,
An excellent student.
She is scared,
The world is something she feared.
She is a lover,
Caring, protective like a mother.
She is a dreamer,
Dreams full of clouds and streamers.
She is a wall of hope,
Opening up peoples minds to different scopes.
She is a constructor,
Building people up after they got torn down by destroyers.
She is a mystery,
Shrouded and hidden is her misery.
She is a messenger,
Preaching messages and a faith deliverer.
She is needed,
Her limits are always exceeded.
She is open minded,
No soul was ever so kind and kindred.
She is someone who no one sees,
Always forgotten when people leave.
She is a forgiver,
Always ready to forgive.
She is hard as stone,
Because in the end, she was always alone.
She is...
She is......
She is strong,
Even when the world treats her wrong.
She is....
She is......

You're a ******* coward,
Here I am getting worse and worse by every hour!
You don't bother to call,
You don't bother to do anything at all.
I can't tell you **** because all you do is tell me I'm wrong,
You always treat me like I'm wrong!
I'm not ******* stupid,
Here you are whining and complaining like a *****!
I tell you I feel ******* empty,
I tell you that I'm lonely!
I've listened to your problems and fixed them,
Yet you won't even help me with my problems.
You think that I'm just overreacting,
You think that I'm just lying!
Why would I complain if it wasn't a problem?!
Why do I beg and plea for your help to fix them?!
You think that you're some ******* saint,
You think you don't deserve all of my complaints!
You ******* left me when I needed you most,
You left and treated me like a ghost!
You ignored my problems,
You went out with your friends.
You chose to fix another ******* girl's problems over mine,
She's not ever your family, yet you wasted my time!
You chose her so go **** yourself,
I can be with somebody else!
You treated me like a ******* *****,
Yet I was stupid for letting you have more!
I was your ******* girlfriend and fiancée for 4 ******* years,
Yet all you ever did was cause me tears!
So ******* darling,
Thanks for all your stupid stalling.

love is like a poison,
love is like a drug.
love is like a prison,
love is like a grave meant to be dug.
our love is constantly going into a repetition,
love to us is our freedom,
our salvation,
and most importantly a reason.
it gave us a reason to live,
a reason to hope for the best.
it is our motive,
our love isn't like the rest.
our love is my dream,
love is my ticket from this hell.
your love is something that i cant see
but its there and i can tell.
my anger is our villain,
trying to separate us and our dream.
it is a useless attempt for we tied together by fates ribbon,
and closer and closer our dream can be clearly seen.
is love really that bad as people say?
in our case no its not bad or great,
but it doesn't matter, our love will never decay,
because in my heart, i believe we are soul mates.

it is 11:00, you're gentle smile lit up my world.
it is 11:10, you were always a sweet girl.
it is 11:20, you were always so shy.
it is 11:30, you looked so peaceful as you looked up at the night sky.
it is 11:40, you looked so beautiful with your soft, perfumed hair and soft, silk like skin.
it is 11:45, you looked so lovely, i cant even find the right words to begin.
it is 11:50, the ever present glow in your eyes is starting to fade,
was i too late?
it is 11:55, your beautiful lips start to soften, your legs started to grow weak as i held you in my arms.
it is 11:59, i can feel the delicate decrease in your heart.
it is 12:00, midnight, the time you died so peacefully in my embrace.
it is still midnight, the time i died with you, still holding you tightly, leaving no space.
it was midnight that two lovers died together,
living with the other in the afterlife forever.

Up and down your chest went,
It hasn't been the same since.
They're shallower now,
There's nothing we can do now.
You breathe as deep as you can while in your sleep,
I always wondered about your dreams.
The beeps of the monitor played a steady tune,
How annoying and so soon.
I crawled closer to you,
Age wasn't very nice to you.
I had met you long ago when you were but a young one,
And I was just a no one.
You saw me for what I was,
You, the young child from the bus.
You smiled and talked to me,
You spoke of faraway lands and dreams.
You won my heart then,
Warmed it up from it's cold prison.
We grew old together,
You always spoke of forever.
Now here you are in this wretched hospital bed,
This hospital, a prison full of happiness and dread.
Inhale.....
Exhale.....
Slower rhythm,
No more ****** spasms.
So still and stiff,
I placed upon your forehead a kiss.
Suddenly everything was quiet,
Except for the sound of your heart monitor causing a riot.
You're gone now, my sweet,
Never to laugh, never to cry, never to breathe.

"who are you?" she screams while i stare,
feeling the cool fresh air.
"bruja! puta! ratchet!!" the immature in the bus scream,
the day goes by like a dream.
"what did i do wrong? stop being selfish" my lover pleas,
i feel my sanity tearing from the seams.
"what goes on in your head?" my friends wonder,
i can hear the inner me roar with the power of thunder.
"youre cute" strangers say,
its just a normal day.
"*****!" strangers yell,
to who is something i cant tell.

"who are you?!" she screams,
haunting my dreams.
"i did this and that" girls tell me,
i can tell they dont really see me.
"*****! ****! *******!" the idiots yell out,
i resist the urge to shout.
"look at this" my enthusiastic freshmen point,
i could never disappoint.
"this needs work" teachers lecture,
i can feel the pressure.

"who are you?!" she screams,
"who are you?!" she screams....
i glare back at her, fed up with all of it,
i have had enough of this ****.
"im you! im the girl who doesnt need to impress anybody,
who is chunky and ugly.
the girl who cries when shes alone,
who is as tough as a stone!
the girl who carries her bags,
who needs no help from any man.
im not dependent of anyone,
the girl who doesnt follow everyone!
im the one with messy hair and baggy clothes,
the one that no one truly knows.
im someone who tries not to care about what people say,
the one who tries to make it day by day.
im someone who lives and tries not to scream,
the one who never gets pleasant dreams.
im you, a human being, im someone,
im a person!"

They're screaming,
They're calling your name.
They're coming,
Hide from your shame.
They're closer now,
Run while you still can.
Hide from the sounds,
They see you from where you stand.
It's too late,
There is no escape.

jack loves people,
he participated in the most successful of chapels.
jack loves a crowd,
he was always happy and seems to float on a cloud.
jack loves the population,
he always loved them and was interested in their associations.
jack loves the world,
he loved every man, woman, boy, and girl.
jack loves everyone,
especially the tasty ones.
jack loves the look on their faces,
he loved the way they pray for forgiveness for their disgraces.
jack loves their blood,
he always giggled as they tried to crawl away in the mud.
jack loves their eyes,
he always laughed at their obvious fright.
jack loves their screams,
he always loved hearing them in his dreams.
jack loves the muscles,
he would sing as he severed the body parts of a couple.
jack loves the rings on their fingers,
he would always keep those fingers together.
jack loves the way they taste,
the blood and meat always made his heart race.
jack loves people, that fact forever remains true,
now the question is, do you love people too?

To all the skinny girls who think they are fat, I want to ask you a question. When was the last time you saw a dress you wanted, but you couldn't wear it because it was way too small? When was the last time your arm jiggled and drooped to where you can grab a fistful of skin? When have you seen stretch marks litter your skin? When have you had to take off stockings because your thighs rubbed a hole in them or because you got a bad burn? When have you been able to hold your own stomach? Yet some of you will say try exercising if you don't love your own skin. When you're chunky like me, you can't because you get ridiculed. The jerks will say "run faster ******!", "Ew hide your ugly *** from me", "look at that thing trying to exercise". People ridicule you when you stay fat AND when you're trying to lose it. They still judge you, yet some will admire you. However it's the same everywhere. It's almost like a common plague that haunts you. Then you turn to food because food doesn't judge you. Food makes you feel safe. Yet it isn't. It's killing us as well. Nowadays you are scared of food because of what's in it. Why don't you get liposuction or other weight loss surgeries? It doesn't solve the problem, it's a temporary thing that can easily go back to original and even worse when you don't do exercise. Leading to another viscous cycle of people judging you again. To those of you who have lost weight and changed your lives, congrats you made it. To those of you who judge us, at least stop doing it when we're trying to change it and exercise. To those skinny girls who think they're fat, a lot of us wish we can be you and wish we can wear those dresses or clothes you wear. To us obese women, you can change your life if you want to. I apologize when I say fat. It's just that it's a word that will continue to hang onto us. It's your choice but someone needed to say this to inform others. Someone needed to be a voice to this problem. I'm tired of inconsiderate people who makes fun of us. I'm tired of idiots trying to pull us down. So good luck to you all and may we finally shed some light onto the blind people that refuse to see our own problems. I apologize if I offend anyone, I don't mean to. I just want you all to see that there is a problem.

i apologize for my error,
it is a almighty terror,
so as a sorry i made this poem for something i did, but you will never know,
because its like my towns rare fall of snow,
there one minute,
gone in the next to our disappointment,
so have fun,
and enjoy this bizarre poem!