You want to play?
Is your finger ready to fire?
Ready to shoot your harsh words,
through my hopes and desires?
For if your ready to shoot
Go right ahead
But if your ready to **** another
Then you must be ready to be dead

I've disected the world a thousand times
I've choked this world in a thousand rhymes
I've tried to wipe this world away
But it seems to wish to stay

I carry little worlds
And open them to peek and look
Some I visit daily
Between the worn covers of my book

I am a cheater
I thread lies on my loom
But everytime I fake a smile
A blosom of hope does bloom

She flew on the line
Of sweet sanity
A tightrope of harsh reds
Beneth all our feet

One
           day
                     she
                                  fell.

Lilly's little birdbath
Sitting on a dirt path
From the bowl she did drink
In the water the did sink

I used to go to bed at eight, and wake up at six.

I used to play hopscotch and leapfrog, and believe in magic tricks.

I think I've changed.

It's 2am

The back of my phone is hot

My eyes are burning and tired

My mind is wired

Tick

This is how I feel
Maybe that's not how I look
But this is how I feel
And that's whats important

If only we were dolls
With faces of porcelain
Then we could pick to pieces our paint on smiles
And see what lurks within

A story was lost
Two good boys too
I swear the graces I get
Are less then a few

Some one has been sneaking
Tentacles rummaging through my mind
They never asked to
But they have left their trails of slime

Raw bits and pieces of my phyc
Have been overturned
Spilling the secrets of my life
Which I have rightfully earned

If you wanted to see inside my head
You could have just asked
For even though you are my mother
This side of me should stay masked

Oh mom
I was just starting to recover
My glass house finally being rebuilt
Has been smashed by my mother

Poetry was supposed to my open window
A place to write down what I see
But now you are a camera clicking
Illegal shots of me

Don't worry though
I still love you
I am like a dog in that sense

But mommy
Please next time just ask
I know it my seem hard
But it is a crucial task

Dreams like tissue paper
Mornings like flash floods
Stealing away mind crafted worlds
With a sun shining torrent
Of splinters and mud

She used to write poems about slitting her wrists

About monsters that did but did not exist

About band aids and stained paper towels

About grubby toilet seats and empty bowels

And well, now

She regret the scars

Fishing line trails out of them

Transparent until noticed

Then tangled and messy

Catching on hot sweaters in the summer

On the eyes of friends

Of her grandparents

She found them to no longer be the uneven lines of art she loved

She'd stick to colored pens

This is for the stoic
No one asks if they're okay
They really wish to hear that question
Somedays

This is for the kind
They smile wave and applaud
Just imagine all the pain
That hides behind their walls

This is for the silent
Not only voices do they hide
But everybodys secrets
Bottled up inside

I don't know who this is for
Have it if you so desire
This one may be your kindling
To your inner fire

An invisible girl
Who knows where she's gone
Hidden in plain sight
Because she was wrong

We are all born heartless
That's why as children we can climb high
Off rocks we can fly
For our hearts are so empty
Of all things
But my heart is heavy
Maybe so is yours
Washed up with words like lead weights
Piled with past people like barbells
Filled full with feelings like chains
Tethered we are
Beaten and scarred
Bloodied and marred
Locked up and barred
No longer does the air seem open
Nor do the trees
No longer may we roam
Free as can be

Pity
I truely hate that word
Its so weak
So absurd
You can grovel all you want about your neglect
Or you can shut the hell up
And earn some respect

Long ago
I had a glinting sword
A mighty steed
And a honorable word

Times of now
My steel has rusted
My horse has lamed
And my word never trusted

Kiss me through open windows
Sing to me through hinges in the door
Embrace my stocking feet
Between the crack in the floor
Relive my aching heart
Of the pain that stains it black
Spred my sorrows far apart
Until they never think of coming back
Please never leave me
Be there when my world finally ends
Stay with me my companion
Keep blowing, my dear friend

Creatures crawling in my skin
A metamorphasis from within
A reflection of the other me
I laugh at who I'm supposed to be

Another girl sings through my lips
Another girl swings with my hips
Another girl uses my crocodile smile
Im trapped inside
All the while

Stink bugs sit on the toilet seat

Their fat bodies hide in the shadow cast by a bar of soap

Thumping against the mirror, the light bulb

Hiding in cabinets

Waiting for me, dead on counters

Our moral glass
Breaks easily
Like a feral beast
With a china mask

Ignore her lies
Ignore her wrist
Just pretend
That she doesn't exist
Watch as she falls
It's not that hard
She isn't the girl
That you'd typically miss