Come and look at my family
it’s big and rambunctious
they all mean a lot to me
theres lots of different branches
there’s a writer, called M. Rase
and David too
they’ve taught me things I never knew
but of course they all do
Im related to royalty
a king and a queen
Named Jose and Whispwill respectively
I wonder if they’ve met each other yet?
Then there’s determined Yuu
who shredded my heart with Blackberry Tea
some of them have hurt me, don’t worry though
I’m sure their OC's will be fine after all they’ve been through
R. Merryweather writes lots of things
there’s even a new series
next is Vel, with her apocalyptic mysteries
Ana and Kittie are new to the family
give them a big welcome when you see them
Rukan’s drawing a series, seki and keisuke are my OTP
Bob likes animals, she’s a skilled gal
I really miss Yuumei, Wave, and Jun Lee
but they’ll return someday, you’ll see
Kura updated recently, Nick brought me to tears
MAT and Ariel Ries crossed different boundaries
but everything will be alright
NaniRoxy's not around, she’s making some adjustments
so you’ll just have to leave a message
Viryse is in the hoodie brigade
with Yuu, Jose, and Kao too
GlanceReviver and KJ Tower
write exciting love stories
SnailLords is gone, but not really
he moved his web series such a tease
Captain Juuter and Kinkan Yoona
slice up life in different ways
this is badly written and doesn’t make sense
and I know its long but it needed to be said
and someday you can meet the rest of them
the rest of my big family

Little mirror what do you see,
When you’re staring back at me?
Soft eyes like a fawns,
Their empty though their spark is gone.
Quiet voice like an ewe,
Smooth as silk but never used.
Friendly smile like a cat,
It’s broken though slightly cracked.
Once a girl now incomplete,
What has led her to defeat?

Last child of yours
born 2, 4 years after the greatest humans
you ever created, born with endless potential
you have grand expectations of us (them),
its been sixteen long years
and here I am, the ghost of our, your family
the outcast, the disapointment,
the stain on your family name
but this book has been judged,
judged on the cover of a cage
with no room to stretch my wings and fly,
of a garden overgrown with weeds and no room
for this flower to finally bloom,
you do not see the words
that I have yet to write on these blank pages
I will emerge, like a bear, from the winter of my youth
and I will rise, like a phoenix, from the ashes of your illusions
but for now, now I wait
watching, waiting, listening, and preparing
soon I whisper to myself
soon this snake will strike

Every night I cling
      to the faint hope of a dream
Even the scare
      of a gruesome nightmare
I plead to the light
      of the Sandman at night
I plead to the dark
      of even Pitch Black
Anything but the infinity
      of the nothingness I see

The creator, the one who gave life to
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
Did not understand that pain is relative
Had never been told that names hold power
Cannot comprehend that words can transform
Into the sharp knife of a blade, or the abyss of self hatred
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But understand words hurt me too

I kick and scream
On the inside, nowhere to hide
My fate has been decided
I sit frozen, filled with grief
As they deliver to me my suicide weapon
I put them on, the cold accessory
In comes reality with gleeful laughter
The dream fades with a sigh
Forever lost, nevermore

I could be a poet
and never would you know it
for every word I write
many more are out of sight
locked away inside my mind
are the greatest treasures you'll never find