I'm just a messed-up girl in a messed-up world,
Tryna get by, workin' hard in a
Messed-up job with a messed-up boss,
Prayin' for a raise, just beggin' "please,"
But all I hear is that same ol' "no."

I'm just a messed-up girl in a messed-up world,
Drinkin' my pain till it's all I know,
But it never takes the hurt away,
In this messed-up life, where I'm stuck on replay.

Cops got me clocked at a hundred and two,
Red and blue lights flashin' through,
Now I'm cuffed in the back, DUI,
And my bruised-up face tells no lies.

I'm just a messed-up girl in a messed-up world,
Doped on fire and gasoline,
Prayin' tomorrow might set me free,
But these walls close in endlessly.

Death's knockin', and I’m on my knees,
Beggin' through broken teeth,
"I don’t wanna be this messed-up girl,
Trapped in a messed-up swirl."

Give me a chance, give me a sign,
To follow a light that ain't so blind,
Get away from all the messed-up things,
That held me down and clipped my wings.

I was a messed-up girl in a messed-up world,
But now I fight to break the curse,
I’m a **** fine girl, in a **** fine place,
And I'll live my life, or at least I'll try.

A T.V Turns On

"- In other news, the former Owner of a booming business has recently disappeared under certain unusual circumstances, Kathy?"

"That's right John, Mr. Hart, Age 60, was presumably going home one night, but his wife, Ellen Hart, Age 59, says he never made it back home. Ellen had thought that maybe he went out drinking with a couple of his co-workers and simply forgot to call home and let her know. However, when he didn't return home at his usual time Ellen then called his cellphone, but when he failed to answer she then called the authorities. Arthur Hart, his son, Age 30, was called in by police after being listed as a Prime Suspect but stated that the last time he saw his father was when his father gave him the Hawaiian branch of the family business. Having moved out to Hawaii shortly after the promotion, Arthur says he found himself incredibly busy and hadn't found ample time to visit either of his parents, and several co-workers further verified him having never left Hawaii long enough - or at all - to potentially kidnap or **** his father. The list of Suspects however is surprisingly short, frustrating Authorities and confusing those close to Mr. Hart as to why he even has any. The Son is now set to inherit the whole business, worth just under 5 billion, making him one of the youngest billionaires to exist! Furthermore -"

A T.V Turns Off

A man rises up from a desk, where a name plaque sits innocently, oblivious and unaware of the fact that it can no longer do its job. The man turns towards it, smiles at the plaque, picks it up and - almost as if it was a chore - tosses it into wastebasket beside the desk. The man then turns back around and leaves the formerly busy office, turning towards a firmly and passcode locked door. The man unlocks the door, opens it, walks in, and shuts it firmly behind him. Walking over to the lone freezer sitting almost innocently in the middle of the room, the man smiles yet again as he opens it with an air of laziness, now grinning wide as he speaks to the blue lipped, wide eyed, gentleman inside -

- The plaque is still unaware as it is lifted up and placed back upon the desk, it seems to proudly display its engraved name as it shines in the light -

"Hello Father"

- Sr. Hart

i'm just a fked up gal in a fked up world,
just tryin to get by everyday workin a,
fked up job,
with a fked up boss,
prayin on her knees for a raise,
beggin, 'please please please'
with her fked up boss sayin
'no no no-no-no-oooh~'

i'm just a fked up gal in a fked up world,
tryin to get by everyday livin in a,
fked up society with a fked up sobriety
drinkin away my pain till it's gone,
but boy that aint never enough~

the coppers got me clocked at 102,
racing those lines till i'm seeing,
nuthin but the flashin of the red n the blue,
got me goin on a dui,
cuffed in the back of a cruiser,
while i'm still black in my eye,

i'm just a,
fked up gal,
in a fked up world,
livin live in my stripes,
starin out them bars,
tellin myself every fked up lie,
just to get through another fked up day,
wearin my black and my whites,
eatin my fked up way,
to an early fked up grave,

the guards have got me,
hooked on that fked up ice,
snitchin on the rats,
watchin my every fked up move,
makin sure they aint commin after me,
with fked up shanks and fked up bats,

i'm just a fked up gal in a fked up world,
livin her life doped on fire and gasoline,
prayin the next fked up day,
the fked up inmates with their fked up ways,
takes her fked up life away,

death has got me,
on my knees beggin through my fked up teeth,
hearin my every fked up plea,
'i dont wanna be that fked up gal livin in this fked up world',
smilin away while i'm livin through this fked up hell,
rottin away in that fked up cell,

gimme a chance, gimme a sign, i'll do anything,
(anything),
to see your fked up light,
follow that fked up path,
get away from all the fked up things i did,
just to make another fked up dime,

i was a fked up gal,
livin in a fked up world,
but now i'm not a sinner,
now i'm not a saint,
not that ***** no more,
drinkin my hell away,
fk that **** cuz no more i aint,

i was a,
fked up gal,
in a fked up world,
livin a fked up lie,

but now imma
**** fine gal,
in a **** fine world,
and **** my life,
if i aint livin my best
then i'll sure as **** try.

This isn't a poem, I wish it where but I've honestly lost inspiration at this point, hard to keep going when the whole world drags you down you know?
...
I'm not here to talk about that though, just here to give an update on where I've been and how things are currently going.
...
The truth is..not very well.
I wish it where different, truly, but sadly I've had family members pass in the time I've been absent.
Lost my last living Grandmother a couple years back, Grandpa (her husband) hasn't taken the loss well.
Just this past few months we lost 2 if our beloved pets.
One was Guinness, our fluffiest boy, a German Shepherd Mix we've had since he was 6 months old.
The other, just a couple weeks ago...was Sam. He had Cancer and we knew he did, we where doing all we could for him, but one fateful trip to the vet and we learned he had a huge mass in his stomach. Should it rupture....he would have...well it would be fatal and we didn't want him to suffer.
No dog should be forced to go through unimaginable pain like that.
So...we laid him to rest.
My Mom was right there by his side (all doggos are family doggos so yes my parents where there) as his eyes shut for the final time.
Both are currently in our home as we agreed not to bury them.
Not yet at least.
Mom wants to mix the dogs ashes with hers when she's laid to rest so she can take her boys to heaven with her.
I agreed, of course.
As for right now? I'm living life to the best of my abilities. I have a home, a roof over my head, warm bed at night, and 2-3 meals a day (depending on my hunger of course)
But....yeah, so I'm here, I'm alive, just been going through stuff and life one day at a time.
Sorry for the long absence but I don't know if I'll ever post a poem again.
If I'm ever re-inspired and make one I'll definetly be back!
Maybe I'll wrack my brain and make one just as an apology of sorts.
Who knows?
I hope everyone continues to have an amazing day/week/month/year, and I'll try my best to do the same, hope to be back soon, but...no promises...and again, sorry for the silence.

Across Hyrule he shall roam,
After Navi finds him and gives him his cue,
He shall visit Ranches, Castles, Villages, even a Tomb,
While wandering new garb he'll find - Wearin Green, Red, and even Blue.

This man - too old, too pure - rages at almost every turn,
Throwing controllers and yelling loud,
Cursing as he watches his stream crash and burn,
Not caring yet always aware if he's doing so in front of a crowd.

A streamer true,
A rager pure,
Old Man Skip is a runner for you,
Plays it once, plays it twice, but he'll play it for sure.

His highs and lows are far yet few,
Good days, bad days every day in-between,
He still greets everyone with smile weather old or new,
Stick around a while tell what you've seen.

Wave a hello, say a good-bye,
But always know:
Heroes are forever remembered - but Legends?
Legends Never Die

"I'm Late"
I think these words over more times than i care to count
"I'm Late"
I watch the rain fall in front of my eyes as i try to ignore the chill of the cold night air.
"I'm Late"
Why am i late? What's there to be late about?
"I'm Late"
Why?
"I'm Late"
I don't realize there's a person in front of me until i bump into them
'Excuse me. Sir? Could you please-'
"I'm Late"
He walks right through me as if i didn't exist.
"I'm Late"
'what? Wait! Sir! Wait!'
I chase after him, but my cries fall upon deaf ears
"I'm Late"
I continue chasing him until i come to a scene, a body lays on the road, covered in torn clothing and blood.
"I'm Late"
I slowly watch the Police roll the body over to get a view of the poor victims face.
"I'm Late"
I gasp...
"I'm Late, I'm Late..."
'it's....me.'
"I'm Late"
and know i know why...but now....a new question rises up...
'How?'
"I'm Late"
'I don't care that i'm Late! I want to know how i died!!! How is that me laying there!? It cant be me!'
                                                       *
"You're Late", an Officer says to a middle ages man as he walks up to the scene
"I know, and so is she apparently...How'd it happen? any eye witnesses?"
"None so far. The girl was hit by a car, driver never stopped. She never saw him commin."
"Poor gal."
"I know."
                                                                  *
'A car?'
"I'm Late"
'i got hit by...a...car...'
"I'm Late"
'I...I don't...'
"I'm late, I'm Late"
'i...cant just...i..nononononono...this is just a dream, cmon wake up!'
"I'm Late, I'm Late, I'm Late...I won't make it in time"
'Time for what?'
"Heaven awaits me...and I'm Late".
'H...Heaven?'
"I"M LATE"
'H...Heaven? a..as in God and all that?'
"i'm late...and now i cant enter...."
'w-what?'
  An echoing of a door is heard, and slowly the whole worlds fades away, but before i went i heard something:
"Welcome to Hell child...You're Late."

Sometimes one is simply tired of it all,
Sometimes one just wants to die.

Sometimes one ends up dead,
Sometimes one commits Suicide.

And Sometimes. There is always someone there to prevent it all,
Sometimes, there is someone worth living for.

My Someone is my family,
Who's your someone?

When one thinks they are alone,
There's always someone watching in silence.

When one thinks that no one loves them,
There's always someone reaching out with arms wide open.

When one realizes the depths of their sorrow,
There's always someone there to take away the pain.

When one fully blooms from a bud to a Flower,
There's not always someone to bloom along with you.

You may be a simple Daisy amongst a garden of Roses,
But why be like the rest, when it is your own uniqueness,
That makes a Rose wish it were a Daisy?

This isn't a poem really.
More like a statement,
multiple questions of curiosity.

Is there really a heaven up above?
Above the clouds and the sky?
Is there really a place we go to when we die?
Or are we just simply put in a casket and left to rot?

Who remembers us when we are gone?
Our families?
Those who originally said they don't care?

Who visits us when we are dead?
Who comes by our graves and lays down a bouquet of roses or flowers?
Who says,
" I regret never telling them I love them?"
Because when I die, I don't just simply want a funeral and a burial.
I want someone to ball their eyes out, and for someone to whisper,
"I never got to tell her...I never told her how much I loved and wanted her. And now I never will have that chance."
Call me selfish. I dont care.
But is it too much to ask for someone to mend my broken heart, so that I may yet learn to love again?

To Love is To Die,
And I'm too young to die.

Anti-"Roses are Red, Violets are Blue" poems (3 total)

1) Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
I thought of this in bed,
So here is your clue,
Just for today,
All i have to say,
Is, "Adu".

2) Roses Are Red,
Violets are Blue,
I thought of this in bed,
Now listen to this clue,
For longer than today,
(I am glad to say),
That my subject of Ridicule,
Is You!

3)Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
Why is it that only in bed,
That I can I think of you?
Perhaps because until it is otherwise said,
I am not very good for you,
So for now I must bid thee,
"Adu".

It's like a Bird without Wings,
It's like a Singer who can't Sing,
It's like a Painter who can't See,
It's like a Poet without their Pencil,
A Songwriter without their Guitar,
It's like a Teens worst Nightmare.

Rain comes in quietly,
         Like a cat walking,
It follows the dark clouds,
        Making people run.

Somewhere in the sky,
        A voice calls,
Then as quietly as it comes it leaves,
        Leaving people to consider if it ever happened.

Hear me and listen well,
Far Far from Heaven have you fell,
On wings, torn and strewn,
Slowly but surely, together again they can be sewn,
And back up in the Heaven you shall fly,
With all the Angels in the sky