Walking through a dark place
Not a care in the world
Unaware of your secret admirer
Observing from the distance
Checking out your skirt
Eyes gazing upon your thighs
Shins covered by thigh highs
He can’t help himself;
At least that’s what he tells himself
He grows ever closer, now you start to sweat
Stomach tight, head filled with regret
Now right behind you, breathing down your neck
Violently throwing against the wall;
Bruising up your neck
Now bent over, for he is fully *****
Pulling down your *******;
Forcing himself inside
Pain and agony fill your soul
Now wishing you would die
It’s almost over;
The world can’t see you cry
Now left in a puddle of tears and blood
The attacker vanishes from your eyes
Forsaken and broken;
Underneath the cold dark sky
You now wonder why
Was this my fault?
I didn’t mean to be the apple of his eye
I wish that I would die;
Or was already dead
My attacker’s face forever burned in my head
I am victim of ****, but it was my fault
I provoked him, looking like a ****
I am a victim of ****, perhaps it isn’t my fault
I did nothing wrong and my attire doesn’t matter
I am a victim of ****, I know it wasn’t my fault
Maybe someone should have told my ******;
**** is against the law
Now I have a message for those used and abused
You are strong, beautiful, and grand
Don’t let your experiences shaken your hand
You were ***** and it wasn’t your fault
You were ***** and it wasn’t your fault
Now go show the world that true strength;
Lies within your soul

I walked through the forest late last night with hopes of getting lost and never being found. The air was cool and welcoming. It was quiet and yet all I could hear was screaming from the wandering souls that had become lost in the woods. People avoided the forest for these reasons alone, but I found comfort among these wandering spirits. They were the closest things to friends that I had. People always judged me before they knew me whether it be because I was different or because I was weird. I didn't feel judgment passed onto me when I entered the woods. The spirits have offered a welcoming hand to me since I first started walking through this Gothic paradise and I had felt something towards them I could never feel towards another human being. Not quite sure of what that thing was, I still never questioned it. It felt too natural to be questioned. They spoke to me frequently and without hesitation, always speaking their interests and thoughts to the fullest degree. Some spoke of their old lives, about how life was most cruel towards them and their loved ones. Some didn't have loved ones which is what brought them to this safe haven in the first place. One spirit in particular spoke words I'll never forget. "To the tallest tree I approached and up the tallest tree I climbed, never looking down, in my hand the tool to my release, the keys to the kingdom if you will. Around the arm I tied one end of the rope and around my neck I tied the other end and without looking back I sent myself soaring into paradise."
Those were the words that shook my world, leaving an unsettling feeling in my stomach, but at the same time it left my mind feeling calm and UN-shook. A part of me feared this tale and the other embraced it like a mother's hug. I felt inspired to follow in this spirits footsteps. So I did, never once questioning my motives. I asked the spirit to guide me to the tallest tree where he experienced true nirvana. It humbly agreed and began onward.
We approached the stump and I looked up unable to see the peak of the mighty forest guardian. 'Onward you go", the spirit began, "For it's quite a journey to the top”. So I began my pilgrimage to nirvana. "Good luck and peace be with you my friend", the spirit said before taking off. “Goodbye my dearest and only friend” I said back to my spiritual guide.
It felt like a lifetime, but I finally reached the summit of the mighty guardian. I saw the rope the spirit had used to find paradise, still tied to the arm. Looking down I could see a body attached to the other end. For it was the body of my guide, it appeared to still be rather fresh. The body took the appearance of a young man, His age appeared to be about twenty, about the same age I was. I pulled the rope upwards to me so I may release the man's fleshy past. When I finally received the body I noticed something rather strange, something about his face in particular. His face was mine and mine his. Now frightened I dropped the body suddenly, it now falling down the side of great tree. I climbed back down the tree quickly, almost losing my footing and mimicking the actions of the man's body.
                                                                                    
When I reached the forest floor I began my search for my guide so that it may answer my questions. After searching for some time I finally found it. "Grand spirit", I started, Why does your human face resemble mine in every detail?" "Because I am not just some ordinary spirit" it replied, for I am something much greater". "The tale I told was not my own, But yours my dear friend". I was in utter shock, Unable to comprehend the words spoken to me. "But the memories no longer serve me". "When you found nirvana, your memories of your old life were taken from you so that you may only have peace." I had no longer felt shock, instead the feeling of gratitude now overwhelmed my conscious. I was at peace for all eternity and this kingdom now my home. Thank you dear friend for showing me a fragment of my old life, for now I will bury it along with my body.
Shortly after I said my goodbyes to my guide and it made its way onward through the forest so that it may guide other lost souls into nirvana. After burying my body I began to wander through the forest once more, only this time with knowledge of the events in my life. This Gothic paradise was my home and I wouldn't want to live anywhere else, for my journey began here and it will end here as it was always meant to.

Get up
Get dressed
Take shower
Comb hair
Brush teeth
Go to school
Come home
Eat dinner
Go to bed
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Wake up, get dressed
Shower, comb hair
Brush teeth, skip class
Write a novel, write a poem
Kiss a girl, kiss a boy
Stay out late, do what you will
Why be the same when you can be different?
Why be the same when you can be yourself?

Here we stand, in the land of frost and fire
Where in each living person’s heart
Burns a small fire
But a small fire may grow and burn ever brighter
It will burn a great distance and lead one towards their desires
But fire does not burn in one who is not living
Their mind filled with hate
And heart locked up tight
With frost on the lock
These creatures know no pain and have only one desire
To decimate their foe and ***** out their fire
These creatures stand tall and their numbers grow larger
If we do not stop them now, their frost will put out the fire
Do not fear bearers of flame
Thou enemy will fall, in the glory of flame
A battle is brewing
Between frost and fire
Frost may have strength in numbers
But the flames endow ones desire
And our desire is victory
Among the battlefield
Where the enemy will fall and their numbers will yield
So it begins, the sound of steel clashing fills the air
Within an instant the sound clears the air
We are victor, the ones who bear flame
We shout to the Heavens, so that they know our name
The land once known as frost and fire
Is now known only as the Land of Flame

All she wants is for you to hug her and tell her she matters

What is life?
It’s whatever you want it to be
Its trigonometry, geometry, and philosophy
Its happiness, sadness, and every single emotion, you see?
Life is filled with excitement, enlightenment, and greatness indeed
But what is the meaning of life?
It’s whatever you desire it to be

Perched upon the tip of the volcano, the Phoenix begins to spread its wings.
Villagers in the town below see its magnificent beauty and begin to sing
"Oh Phoenix above oh so high, spread your wings so that they may graze the sky"
"Save us from the demons that plague our minds"
"Remove this unwanted darkness and replace it with light"
The town’s people chanted this song in hopes that the mighty Phoenix would indeed answer their prayers.
But alas the Phoenix had plans of its own.
It did in fact graze the sky with its sun scorched wings, but failed in removing the townspeople's demons.
Again and again the townspeople sang praised their mighty God, but still no answer had rung.
The mighty Phoenix perched upon its throne had spread its wings and began to fly
Out of the townspeople's vision straight into the sky
A mighty explosion burst through the clouds and everyone in unison let out a cry
"What was that? Did our god die?"
Unsure of what truly happened the townspeople began their chant once more
"Oh Phoenix above oh so high, spread your wings so that they may graze the sky"
"Save us from the demons that plague our minds"
"Remove this unwanted darkness and replace it with light"
As they finished their prayer, something happened so instant
The demons had fled and the light poured throughout the land and into the distance
The people cheered, some started to cry
For the mighty Phoenix sacrificed itself for their lives
Tales of this beast soon spread without warning
Passed down from generation to generation
So that all may hear of the creature that saved the people from themselves
So that they may never again live in fear of both their minds and the unknown that lived in the darkness
They started a new chant in honor of their savior
"Oh mighty Phoenix sacrificed itself for us"
"Flew into the sky so that we may live fulfilling lives"
"We honor your death by helping one another begin to flourish"
Shortly after the death of their God the townspeople moved to a new land and started anew
With the Phoenix living within the heart of every single person
Just as the townspeople were leaving their village
A small child looked back and began to say
"This chapter of my life has come to an end"
"And soon a new chapter of my life will be written"
"I'm afraid we will no longer be together you and I"
"For you cast yourself into an explosion that shook the sky"
"Goodbye my dear guardian, may you rest in peace"
"When we get to our new home, we will honor you with a feast"
The townspeople went to live their lives now renewed
Au revoir my dear reader, for this is the beginning of something beautiful.

As time goes on, I can feel it leaving me behind. Caught in-between the rift I struggle to tell what is real and what is not. The world is a blur as I move at the speed of light. I am frightened that I will never catch up. I am frightened that I will never be able to tell what is real and what is not ever again. Why is this happening? Why am I losing my grip on reality? My days grow shorter and it’s impossible to tell when they begin. Immense pressure placed upon my head. It is being crushed by the rifts of time and soon I will perish without even knowing why. Time has consumed me with intentions of never letting go. Trapped in-between when I only wish to grow.

When        did        you

                                          
Finally         stop


Loving           yourself?

Why would you put your walls

So high

When you know

I can’t climb?

Hard words sit heavy upon the hearts of those you've hurt;

And bad memories of who you used to be;

Fill your mind

You say you've changed;

But cannot see change from where you're standing

your hands tremble with frustration;

And eyes become wet with regret

As you allow yourself to sink deep within your sorrow

Growth comes with regret and remorse

And I see you've grown more than you know