If tomorrow is a good day
Then I will be okay
It was so cold this morning
You could hear the grass freezing
A crackling like glass
And with it my dreams are stashed
A quite chill in the air
Break the silence if you dare
Music  plays through one ear bud
Sometimes life is a dud
I'd love to see snow
I've only seen frost
There's so much I want to know
But most of it seems lost

My heads in my hands
A broad smile on their faces
I've used up all my tear before age twelve
My eyes only mist now and then
Like the chance of fog in a desert
My heart is like a mirror that you've
Shattered but it'd not in pieces
It's still held together
Somehow
Their broad smiles are demons that attack
When you're vulnerable
Hands will tell you the story of their owners
I  <3 you
That's what you send me
I don't know what to say
I'm sorry
I don't know if I feel like that
It's tearing me up like a twister
So much destruction

What if no one knew you
What if no one loved you
What if no one hated you
If no one said hello
If no one says goodbye
If there was no conversations with you
No one cries over you
No one picked you
No one looked at you and smiled
No yesterday
No today
No tomorrow
What if no one saw through the mask
What if no one caught your tears
What if there was no escape
What if you were just a ghost
If death made more sense than life
If high school was more knowing
If friends were there
If broken things were easier to repair
No one knows, on this side of things
No one will understand you
No one feels like you do
No one in the world was muffled with you
No life in the shadows
No hope in the eyes of the many
No mid morning sun
What if is always a possibility but
Just wait until it becomes reality

This would be poetic
I'm sure if I actually meant something
Sometimes even I don't know
What this is about
Or maybe I do know
I write and write
The first two lines
And go no farther
A secret smile in the dark
The patterns in my eyes standout to you
No.
That's not right
It's midnight
How cliché
A dreamer closes her eyes......
Let me guess, for the last time?
War torn valleys color red
With hate and disgust
A blood haze in the eyes
Of everything living
Your fight against me?
Only light was distant like the stars
The stars cowered behind the form of
The dark masses of clouds
Just like the light in you
Hides from the black in your soul
How original
This is hopeless
No, it's not
Why?
Because you're still writing
Aren't you suppose to be my writer's block
I am
Oh never mind
Why can't I put these ideas into words?
You have many questions
I'll answer one
*Because you're ideas are not fully formed

There's nothing
No ideas
No inspiration
No words
No mood music
There's nothing
No theories
No hypothesis
No hope
No tunes
There's nothing
No stuck in my head
No us
No close friends
No wishes
There's nothing
No dancing
No more
No dreams
No more stars
There's nothing
No hero's
No bad guys
No evil
No good
There's nothing
No drumbeat hearts
No ruby red blood
No storytelling flesh
No soft smiles
There's nothing
No pictures
No memories
No conversations
No there's nothing
No rocks below
No air above
No life near here
No tears in my eyes
There's nothing
Only
Maybe
There
is  
Something


        No        No
  No       No      No
      No           No
               No

No
There's
**Nothing

I heard that human
Blood is blue
Until it reacts with
Oxygen
I've heard that if
You play a
Certain frequency
While slowly freezing
Water
It because beautiful
I've heard that if
You have any
Pet you are
At less of a
Risk for
Depression and
Heart problems
I've heard that one
In three teen girls
Consider themselves
Ugly
Never good enough
I've heard that
Life
Should be
worth
Living
I've heard some
Things that I
Believe
But I've also
Heard things that
I'll never
Understand

An off duty cop
Walks into this
Bar
He has no badge
No uniform
He is no cop now
He's friends
With a young
Paramedic
Who drinks the
Guilt away
They stay till
Last call
And ask for some shots
To share with
The bartender
The cop wants to say
A few
Words
'To another life wasted
To another one shot
To another one dead
To another shot'
Then the paramedic
'To two good men gone
To blood on  my hands
To the lawyers health
To another day gone'
The bartender had
A few words to say
'To tomorrow night
To the many cabbies
To the few how choose safe
To another shot'
When they've drunk
Their fill
The two friends left
In the cab
Waiting out front
That got hit by
A drunk driver
Who they spent
Last call with
To another drink
**To another phone call

A hero's going to
Save me just in time
SAVE ME NOW
I need a hero
Who's going
To fight
For what's right
Who's going
To fight
For the weak
I need a hero
SAVE ME NOW
Save me just in time
Who's going
To make
Us believe
That life
Is
WORTH IT
I need a hero
To save me now
Just in time
Who's gonna
Save my life

I wish I could
See the smile on
Your face
Your confusion
To our scrambled
Text messages
I wish you could
See how
I fight to
Hide my smile
At every charming
Thing you do
Or at least
See the blush
You cause
And I wish
That I could see
The same on you
Your eyes are blue
Right?
Mine are too
***** blonde hair
Right?
Mine is that yellow blonde
When we met
You wore silver glasses
I didn't at the time
Now I have
A copper color glasses
We met on ice
The chilled air
Did not reach us
It's almost been a year
Since I've seen
Your face
Heard your voice
Since I've
Held your hand
In mine
I know that
You will
Never
Read this poem
But that's okay
Because we've
Never stopped
Texting

Who I could be
Could be Anyone
Could be me
No
I could be anything
A hero
Or a villain
That could be fun
Could be a writer
Or maybe somebody
Famous
Could be anything
Or anyone                                   _
Death to some                          /  |   |    \
Life to others                          /    |   |      \
A ruler of them                          \      //
Or a silent protector                   \   //
I could be                                    《 O》
I could be                                        ||
          I                                           《《
                Could
                                Be
Ordinary
I could have
The best
The worst
of everything.   /_/_/_/_/__/_
I could be
An end
Or an
Beginning
Who I am
Is who I
Will always be

Once upon a time. .....
In a galaxy far far far away. ........
I had this dream about. ........
In a Kingdom. .........
On a night like this one. .. .........
Years ago......
Last week. .......
Just past the first star.........
Through the rainbow. ..........
Down the street is where. ............
On the road between. .........
In that book............
There are so many beginnings
To the stories you tell
I have yet to hear
One that is true
But I'll listen anyway
Because they're entertaining
But not believable
I'll see you tomorrow
Storyteller

These are sentences
These are words
These are letters
These are strange shapes
These are lines and dashes
These are nothing
They hold no meaning
Without our understanding
There is an enormity  
To this nothing
You can find
This nothing
Everywhere
In the streets
In the clouds
On the food you eat
In the air
It's on our skin
And sometimes it is
Even on our bones
There is an enormity
To this nothing
A tool for
creating
For living
For everything
These are nothing
These are lines and dashes
These are strange shapes
These are letters
These are words
These are sentences
And that is everything

I'm dreaming        
                        Fine but
                          All my
                    thoughts are
                       Thread
                           Bare
                            In a
                           Hope
                           That
               Can be          Seen as
       Nothing                  or as everything
          Left                    in a life
              Like this    One
                   Hanging
                       Like
                         A      
                    Noose

Your fur is matted
Your not as big as I thought
Your tags are marred by my name
In a effort to make you mine
You hold so many memories
The good
The bad
The sad
The happy
Your plastic eyes
While scratched
Will always see me
Clearly
I must confess
The only reason
All the others
Were named same as you
Is because none of them
Would be better than you
As a child
You seemed so big in my arms
Something to hold
To hug
I'm sorry about
that time I was
Convinced that I was
A hair stylist
And found some Form
Of cutting tool
There's a connection between us
Even if you are a
Stuffed animal
A horse
You'll always be
In a place in my
Heart

Tell me
Your woes
Tell me
Of your lows
Tell me
Of your happiest time
Tell me
Of when you met him
Or her
Tell me
Your fears
Tell me
Your ambiguity of thoughts
Tell me
I won't tell
Tell me
Your burdens
I will bear them too
Tell me
Of your hopes
Tell me
Of your dreams
I won't share your secrets
Tell me
Your doubts about him
Or her
Tell me
I promise you
I'll say nothing
Tell me
Of your marriage
As if falls apart
Tell me
Of when you felt lost
Tell me
But you never listen
Because I'm going now
I sent you a letter
It explains why
I'm leaving
for a better place
And at the bottom
After my name
It will say
P.S. Listen to someone else for a change
Your other left because
of this
Please don't be mad but
P.S.S. I don't care anymore

A blue green marble
Suspended in black
Darkness
Enfolding the
Blue green
Though the
Darkness
Surrounds it
It does not
Compare to
the darkness
Within
Just below
the surface
Of the clouds
A race
Of evolved
Animals
That think
They've come so far
But hasn't really
Your seven deadly
And three deciding
Control over their
Power and hearts
Innocence
Never lasts long
Of twists and
Of harsh words
Their minds
Are easily
Bent our of shape
Born different
Wired unusually
Acts out
Strange behavior
Mad
Crazy
Genius
Insane
Labels they call
Those who are
                                 Different
There's a darkness
That surrounds that
World
But on it
Are more
Horrors than
What surrounds it

Childhood is a
Kingdom
Where nobody dies
Isn't that
Such a
Heartbreaking
Lie
It's surprising
How we've
Lasted this long
With so many
Threats around us
So many
Disappearances
So many
Forgotten
Childhood is a
Kingdom
But beyond its
Borders is
Where darkness
Lies in wait
Of you
That darkness invades
the kingdom
Picking us
Off
One
By
One
Into the realm
of reality
Of harsh cruelty
And of sorrow
Betrayal and
Anger
Sometimes
We find those
who are lost
Not always
Breathing
And sometimes
They never turn
Up
Childhood is a
Kingdom Where
nobody dies
Isn't that
Such a
Heartbreaking
Lie
But it's the
Kingdom where
Our future
Lies
Our defenses
Are not
Always strong
But we are
Never weak
We will always
Look and search
Never give up
Even if ten
years past
And you're
no longer a child
You're not forgotten
By us
Don't fear
Just let someone
know
And truth will
be with you
Childhood is a
Kingdom
Where nobody dies
And no one
is forgotten
about
No matter how
Long ago
In its
own walls
Life is full
of color
with anything
you can imagine
Though we'd
love for you
to stay
forever
You must
Leave sometime

If roses were love notes
There'd be so
Many half grown
They'd be tucked
away from you
How many have
Yet to grow
I may never know
And you
You will never see
For my shy secret
Will grow
Into that budding rose
If love notes were roses
They'd be my book marks
With half written
Reasons why
If roses were love notes
Pedals scattered
throughout my room
Cleverly hidden
Away in the book
I want you to read
But you never will
If roses were love notes
If they were. ......................

Inspiration
Strike me
Like the lighting
That hit
the house
Down the street
Set my mind
A light
A fire within
Illuminate
Every dark corner
of procrastination
And excess ideas
But leave
My dreams
Where they belong
Inspiration
Strike me
Like that song
That help
me write
Before
That epic
One page down
Five more for
Chapter one
Given time
Inspiration
Strike me
For I need you
More than
Three months
A year

If I had time
Before the tears
That arrive
Every forth or fifth hour
My thoughts
Would be clearer
My mind
Happier
Place to live
less ideas
of horrors
And more
Of wonder
If I had time
Before the tears
Gather to fall
                   Like
                                  A
                                         Mist
                                                     Into
                                                                  Rain

Fear the hero
For he is no
Hero in the eyes
of fate
of destiny
do not fear the villain
Fear the hero
No matter
The story
No matter
His reasons
He is tempted
by the cries
of what he
Believes
Should be
fear the hero
do not fear the villain
the villain is a hero
in the eyes of Few
but the hero is a villain
in the eyes of many
the hero will always
believe he is right
but he is never right

For seven days
We lived
But we were
Told that we
Could only rest
For three nights
Each could choose our
Own nights
For the first three
Days we enjoyed
this new life
Then Marie
Died
Another day
Thomas and Juliette
They died together
After finding love
Next day
Alex died
I'll miss him
Halfway between days
five and six
Three more died
They died
Screaming
For life
There's so few of us
Left
Just me
Lamar
Mira
And Jackson
At sunset on the sixth day
Mira tripped
And fell
Into the river
Lamar jumped in
To save her
We never saw them again
I am scared
Because I can't
bear to be awake
Any longer
If I don't rest
I will past out
That will be
My final night of rest
Tomorrow
I will die
I know it
But what of Jackson
He has rested
Only once
Will he live
Past our seventh day
The sun is rising
on my last day
of life
Jackson holds me
As the last of
The life
Leaves me
I'll see you tomorrow
he whispers

I'd think of you
And if I knew
What to think
I'd say it
To you
Your face a
Distant memory
I know that
We text
At least
Twice a day
Sometimes more
Our conversations
Have lulled
Into smiles
And 'how are you?'s
I've seen you
Only twice
In person
That was a year ago
My life is getting busy
So is yours
I should think
We met on the ice
But now this
Contention between us
Seems to be
Stretched thin
So I'd think of you
If I knew What to think about
I'd say it
To you

A writer's glory
Is a quick thing
Never does last long
Shorter than the time
I've spent writing
The novel in my mind
First page written
Plot half finished
But enough about that
A writer's glory
As fleeting as it
Can be
It is a glorious
Feeling of
Triumph
of feeling like
That your words matter
But then you
Realize that
what they love
you can not
Write another single page
It's sad really
They've forgotten
What you wish to write
I bet you have too
I've spent so much
Time too much
Time
Writing fanfiction
A terrible plot
Wraps you up
In the
What ifs
I can't bear
That anymore
I want to
Write about
What I want
And when
My glory fades
I'll be okay
I know that now I
know nothing
of life
And the way it should be
So goodbye
Writer's glory
I will not fall
Under your spell
Because after
Every glory
There is always a
Tragedy

Poetry
Pen in hand
Sheet of paper
Words in mind
But no inspiration
Forget basic sentence structure
Because of free verse
But is it really
Poetry
There is no
Rhyme scheme
No beat
Only clever words
Constructed
This way
There is always a part
of me
That wonders
Do they get it
Do I need to write this
No
I don't need to
And that's why
Just another line
A few more clever words
That hide
My second meaning
Poetry
A secret love
Of mine
I will always
Find a time
to write you
And dream
of the day
Someone will see
You and me
As more than
a girl with a pen
That scribbles out a line
Or two
Or the one who
Always has extra
Notebook paper
Because I
Never know
what will catch
My attention
And steal away
to your words
And you
To be more than
a dreaded part
of high school English
But you
Are patient
Even when you are
A dying great
But you live happily
In my heart

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

I may not compare
to you
Or anyone
But that's okay
There's no one better
At me
With my thoughts
With my dreams
Literally
what's your big
Idea
On life
On death
On hate
On joy
So yes
I may not compare
That's fine
As long as I am breathing
Away in my own world

I've met death
We've conversed
Talked of life
His sister
He complained
Of being seen as evil
Not a just being
The weight is baring him down
I can plainly see it
Your stress has to go some where
He can bear it
Or turn it unto us
The entirety of the human race
A balance of power
so thrown off
So give me a little
I beg
He will not
I have a plan
To call out life
Send for misfortune
And luck
Split the burden
Apart
So yes I've met
Death
Life
Good luck
to those who live
And those who are dead
You'll need it

Tomorrow
I
Live
Life

Iridescent

Dreams have
Inexplicable
Explanations

In describe able  (I can't spell it! Help? )

Will
Inscribed
In my bones
Like scars
Luminescent darkness

Love
Is a
Volatile
Experiment

Hardest part of
A day it the
Part in which you remember the
Past and say to
Yourself that your okay

I carry a broken compass
It's a store bought thing
It's been dropped so many times
When compared it points the wrong way
Always pointing south
When north is the other way
Now though the needle doesn't move
I've gotten lost a few times
But I have found my way
Somebody bought me a necklace
It's a pendant
It's a compass rose
Show me the way
Through this hell
It's sterling silver
For protect
Came with the words
'To help you find your way
May your journey
Give way to the adventure
Of never dying '
Odd way to put it
I carry a broken compass
Maybe it will point
Me to the end

It's pulsing along with the beat of my heart
With heavy heart and heavier mind
It sings of seven poisons laced dart
Or of three deciding fate of mine
'I've done nothing '
Pleads the side of you unwilling to Die
'And that is everything '
Says your mutinous lie
But can anyone trust lies?
Can anyone define life
without the words of others
That four chambered thing in my chest
It picks up speed
Then slows
Like the arcs in books
Or maybe in the orchestra hall
I like the grey sky
You can only see as far as you can imagine
Though it warps slightly
For me

Blacked out heart
closed off mind
Praying to gods I don't believe in
Forget what I said
Forget me
For there's a part of me
Hidden away
Locked away
I've lost the key
To the box
My one eighth soul shard
Hides in
So what if you can see
the beast inside of me
Lost in a cage
Let me out of this rage
In this haze
Of dreams

It's a crowded place
Up here
In my mind
The radio is always on
A voice of self-hatred
Takes root in my head
A soft glow of joy
Cowers behind self-preservation
it's dark in my imagination

I like the revolver
There's only one bullet though
Sometimes I spin it
Raise it to my head
Click
Empty again
Click
Nope
Click
Maybe next time
Sometimes it feels like a game
Other time I want what I'm scared of
I have the bullet engraved
Is half finished
The other half is on the barrel
Of the gun
Click
Two left
Still alive
Maybe one day I'll understand why
I like the revolver

Armed with ink and lead
Or is it grafite
I don't know, I am dead
Oh look dynamite
Explodes the words in my head
let's fight
Though there is no need
To Die
Or spill blood of the not dead
Though it's wrought of badly worded light
like this you'd read

It lay heavy in the air
Brought down by the gravity
It clung to trees and low lying buildings
It twists and spreads
Rising from the river
I can't see it if it clings to your skin
And mine, chilled by the rain
From a far it entraps you
Closer it disguises as air
You can feel it
But never see it
It pales all colors
Turns the sky to its grey white
Could search forever
And find nothing
But your own imagination
It's heavy and thick
The cold bleeds through my clothes
It's a darken feeling

This is a day
Of new beginnings
Or so they say
Of fresh starts
But what about yesterday
Of new hope
In any way
Of forgetting the past and looking forward
Do I forget those who didn't stay  (alive )
This is a day
Where it is just one more day
Closer to death
Closer to pain
Closer to love
Closer to loss
Closer to hate
Closer to joy
Closer
Closer
Closer
Closer to the end
So yes this is a day
But not one that means anything to me
This is a day

It flows through the air
Unabated by the time of the past
It whispers if you dare
To listen, but in its place
A dreaded affair
The flag at half mast
A soldier at heart, in evil's lair
Run in a haste
Because your mind is a lier
Life goes fast
So you better love it while it lasts
Because only seven things will
Never lie

Heart stuttering
Hands shaking
Vision blurring
My prince dying
My fate ending
Life flashing
In the eyes of the tested
But in your soul so full of color
I have been bested
By your Valor
Knighted fools
That failed
In lasting
In what life in tailed