There was something hidden in the corner
of some place I couldn't touch.
I heard it move. I felt it.
But everyday I let it be.
I let it grow.
I let it live.
I let it find a new place to hide.
Maybe I am too afraid to find out what it is
that hides in the back of my mind.
Or maybe I'm too scared that I'll miss having one secret
that I could keep from myself.

I can feel the walls closing in. I have never seen a more blackened

darkness. A silence so deep I can hear the mice and the cockroaches

running alone the floor. The guards come to get me and bring me to the

long walk. Iʼm walking the White Mile and I can see the horrified faces of

the others. I was framed, I didnʼt do anything wrong. The door is getting

closer and closer. I try to stop in my tracks but these monsters wonʼt let me.

They keep pushing me towards that door. No matter how many times I

shout that Iʼm innocent it makes no difference. Iʼm just feet away from the

door now. One last chance. I stop and pivot and just as Iʼm about to take off

running and never look back. The one person I thought was on my side

grabs my arm. I canʼt believe it. Itʼs my own mother. Now sheʼs making me

go towards the door. I donʼt understand, she said it wouldnʼt be this bad.

She told me it would all be okay. The door is just an arms length away. Iʼm

only ten years old so why am I being treated like a mass murderer? I hear

the sadistically evil laugh coming from the doctor behind the door. Iʼm

getting the three lethal injections or as others may call it, the flu shot.

this feeling of calmness,
it won't always last.
breathe in the fresh air,
and take off your mask.

show your true identity,
for tonight is simply for you.
make it spectacular,
and learn something new.

darling, why are you shy?
this feeling won't last forever.
just look up to the sky,
catch the birds first feather.

these drugs are only temporary,
so make the most of them while you can.
for tomorrow will be back to normal,
and your final song will be sang.

A thin sheen of
                  night sky
                                      covers my skin, my
                                                           fingertips,
                                                                ­                    as I run my
                                                              ­                                    hands
Down the literary
                       parts
                                     of what stars wish
                                                            ­ to be...
                                                                ­              something only meant
                                                                ­                                        for you &
                                                                ­                                                    *me

Young girl with her father's gun
Knew she'd be the only one
To overcome such feats as none had seen
Sunburnt face and endless sky
Shot a bullet, made it cry
Did things that most men would only dream

Ran across the sea to catch it
Bluest blue, no one could match it
Mixed it in the depths of her eyes
Look within and see clouds pass
Smiling eyes on sunburnt lass
Piercing through like a bullet in the sky

Young girl with her father's gun
Quickly, in a blink she'd run
To find the tallest mountain she could find
Aimed, feet planted in the ground
Found her trigger, shot it down
And built a home with stones it left behind

Lived within and put the gun down
Satisfied with what she found
Sitting fireside sipping creamy moonlight
Ire and blue never fading within
Put down only till she'd once more begin
Girl of fabled blue and mountain might

There are these christmas lights in
my room, and for a time I was bothered by the one
blue light that was out, and when I
had friends over, this friend,
she said,
Oh, but there are many lights out,
don't you see the one over there?
And here, above my head?
The one by your bookcase?
To be honest, I was a bit heartbroken to have not seen
the others, and now I can't help but notice
to count, and realize that so many of them
are dead.