I can be
The girl made of
Glass
Shielded by metals
Of varying degree
Of varying strengths
They are overlay ed
By mirrors
So that you
Shall see only what
I want you to
But that's okay
Because
My fragility
Has weakened
My will
Has strengthened
Glass infused with
Some mystic thing
A friendship
Perhaps
Or maybe
a song
that spoke to
Something within me

I like this place
because I can be
Not behind
A mask
I know
that some don't
See
The world in me
Where life
is grey
But
Oh so interesting
Of colors only I can see
The nightmare corner
Isn't so scary
When my friends
Talk of
Death
****** plots
Anime
And......
Oh whatever else
I can discover
All that is hidden
from my everyday life
I have been
Disillusioned
In your worth
Internet
I know
that it is not any fault of yours
But you are forever
And I must blame
Something
If I do not know
Those who have hurt me

I'm sure I mean something
With the way
I craft these lines
With words
That I have the
Barest understanding
of their real meaning
And sometimes I do
I know what I am saying
Can you see
Though
It's never a waste
When one
Just one
Can understand
the importance of
this word here
Or that one there
Or why I miss spell this
I probably couldn't spell it anyway
So yes
I'm sure
I must mean something
Even though
I sometimes don't know it
But even when I do
Its all up to you
Dear reader
It's YOUR  perspective
YOUR opinion
Of my words
That will last
Longest in your mind
I wonder what
the meaning behind
This one
is
Though I
Think it's
Plain to see

The chill seeped in my bones
Cold numbed the bared skin
Of my face and hands
Thin black cloth
Wraps around me
With strikes of color
I am not warm
I am not cold
With twin blades
Beneath my feet
My center of gravity
Shifted
But that's okay
I can still be
I move forward
Gliding across
the ice
The danger
The thrill
I love the elegance
of the sport
This is where I breathe

I like my world
It's different from yours
I'm sure
I see the movements of still objects
Pain is two things
How can describe that
I feel my bones rotting
Under my skin
It hurts
But that's okay
Pain is also something
Easily discarded
I like my world
It's full of cresting
Thoughts and ideas
Dreams
Of sleeping and awakened hour
of music as dark
As I sometimes feel
Or as lost
As I wonder
In my mind
A grand maze
8  dimensions
So in the end
I know my world is different
from yours
What's yours like?
Is there a radio on
With all the songs
You listen to?
Well I am breathless
As my masks
Lock in place
Maybe one day
Someone will see
The world inside of me
But for now
I like my world
It might be dark
Some days
And light
Others
It is mine

It's edges are worn
Well loved pages
A tear here
Because of a careless
Barrower - a friend
A fellow book reader
Book lover
Lost in your words
Oh great authors
It's cover worn
But still intact
I'll read it every
Six months
It never gets old
Dog eared pages
When I could never find
a book mark
Now I have a collection
Maybe forty now
My favored book
I'll read it forever
Until I find another book
By the author
But still in my heart
It collects
Moments and momentos
Of my life
My first love note
Pictures of friends
Long forgotten
My scribbled ideas
And fragmented art
All my dreams
Both in sleep and in waking hours
And it is my hope
My good friend
My future
That it lives on
Each page
Every word
My favored book

My bones are fragile
My skin unmarred
Except for a Y shaped scar
On my right knee
Because of falling on a rock
Or the stretch marks on my back
Few months ago they looked like
Whip scars
They're gone now
My blood is the average ruby red
If you're wondering
I struggle
I lose
I win
I succeed
I am arrogant because of my species' names
**** sapiens