Dear Poets,
I've seen your struggles
I've read your pain
Don't think your scribbles
Have been in vain
Your work is enjoyed but not only me, but many
For your beautiful thoughts, I give my pennies

The boy went by Samuel and the girl by Beth
He planned for his future while she awaited her death
Never a likely couple, they put romance to the test
She had cuts on her wrists and a void in her heart
Still, he thought she was gods finest work of art
There were years of love, of picnics and fun
Never would you guess their romance would be done
But he thought he could fix her, rid her of her vice
When he couldn't, he felt his love couldn't suffice
Beth's cuts were deep and Sam's patience, thin,
One more slice and his temper would give in,
She tried to stop but still resisted the change,
She found his love exceedingly strange
It couldn't be taken, and alas she cut
He began stammering in rage, screaming, "WHAT"
He ran to the shed, knowing what he'd find there
And hoisted the axe, high into the air
Sam ran her down and looked her in the eye
And brought the axe down, screaming,
"If you want to die, die"

Into the depths of the mirror he would gaze
Trying to find himself through the foggy haze
But the air was thick and it stuck in his throat
So he hit his blunt, laid back, and would ****
His mind began to wonder to the places he'd been
And he remembered how happy he was,
way back then
When the sun would always shine, and friends were always near,
When he had a women who to his heart, was dear
Sophie's laugh could brighten his day
And all the pains of yesterday would go away
They would hold hands and kiss
His life had found bliss
For he had found Sophie
And Sophie was his
He couldn't have guessed,
Sophie wouldn't live to have kids
When the masked monster broke into their house, they both hid
The mask had a quench for blood,
That only death satisfies
Poor Sophie's last love,
Would be her demise
The mans smile was swept from his face
As he realized the darkness of the place
For where he was, there was no sun
He reached across the table and pick up his gun
And just as the mask had done to Sophie,
He took a life, the finest trophy.

Most people know that struggling in quicksand will only make you sink faster.
Yet, when you are young, you are also taught to never give up.
So, are you telling me to patiently wait for my entire body to be engulfed by sand?
Or are you telling me to fight the current and try to pull myself out, ignoring the rate at which my body is going under?
In a situation where your clothes were to catch on fire,
you are taught to stop before you drop and roll.
If my body were to ever be covered in flames,
would I have the self control and calmness to stop moving and get to the ground?
When the Titanic was inevitably sinking in the middle of arctic waters, crew members were yelling at frantic passengers in hopeless attempts of getting them to remain calm.
How could one remain calm in such a calamity?
When I fell for you, I remembered when I learned about struggling in quicksand so I stood still.
I did not want to sink any faster because I knew it would end badly so I held my breath and I stood perfectly still, just as I was taught.
But what I was never taught was that I would sink anyways.
When you were kissing me for the first time,
I felt like I was on fire and I thought about the day those firefighters came to my school and told me to always remember to stop, drop and roll.
But I didn't care enough to stop.
When things were sailing smoothly and you decided you wanted off our ship,
I felt myself break in half and start to go down and as I tried to remain  calm while I slowly lost feeling in my hands and legs,
I realized that nobody ever warned me to bring my own life jacket if I was going to cruise with you.
Despite all of these lessons, I sunk.

-c.g