blood stains the walls
the knife is a foot away from the body
he was stabbed to death
my hands are caked in his blood
my face streaked with tears and dust
it is not my fault!
it is not my fault!
IT IS NOT MY FAULT!!

it was golden in the sky
when the day met the night

parents are suppose to teach  you how to pay the bills
how to do your own laundry
how to cook your own meals.
but you know what my parents taught me?
how to handle myself  around a drunk person
how to avoid any conversation that involves conflict
how to hide my tears from them
whenever i take a shower, i cry till my eyes are red so they can never see the girl that they created.

i feel trapped
caged in my own thoughts
people are staring at me
watching me dance for them in my cage
can’t they see i’m starving
tired of the attention
but they won’t help me
i’m trapped in my head
captured in a cage of my own making

your heart is glass
shattered and in-pieces
but don’t pick up a shard and slit your wrist
leave your heart in-pieces, so one day, someone will pick up your pieces
that someone, will make your shattered heart into a stained glass window
full of light and life and oh so beautiful

she has blonde hair
he has black hair
she wear heels and mini skirts
he wears jeans and sneakers
they are polar opposites
but they say opposites attract

they’re cursed
cast down from their families
she, the girl with secrets to bare
he, the boy with the cursed heart
them, the boy and girl with the secrets and the broken heart
they come together to form one beautiful, broken disaster

they met back in college, the place of liveliness.
she cherished him before he ever would.
she held out her hand for him to grasp it.
he grasped her hand and kissed it
she drags him to the parties.
he drinks in the corner.
she was desperate for love.
he did not want anymore from life.
she loved him.
he loved the body she lends to him.
she asked the question before he could.
he said “yes.”
she was thrilled.
he despised it.
she bought the house.
he got the job.
she was in-love.
he loathed life.
she danced in the kitchen.
he went to work.
she texted a friend.
he parked the car.
she strummed the guitar.
he reached for the glovebox.
she vacuumed the floor.
he pulled the trigger.
she pulled the covers over the bed.
he died instantly.
she received the call.
he looks good in navy blue.
she looks good in black.
he lives in a coffin.
she lives in an empty shell.
he lives,
while she dies.

there once was a man who killed for fun
day after day he killed under the sun
the blood of his enemies fell on a flower
which gave him such unique power
however, that power caught up to him one day
and took his breath away
the power he stole from his enemies shared
the only way to be free from his sorrow
was to **** himself tomorrow
the following day he went out to the field
to throw his sword down and yield
but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flower
a type that he gave off such honor and power
he said to himself, “i want my blood to flow over this flower, so i can be remembered forever”
that day in the field, the man poured his blood over the flower
and from that day forward, his blood is still soaked over the dainty flower

today, i discovered that my life is worth it
today, i discovered that my life means something
today, i discovered that my life paints a picture to this world
i wonder if today is the day that you discover that your life is worth it

you will rise from your hole when your knees hit the ground. look up my child, you are already rising when your knees touched the ground.

my parents warned me about drugs on the street
but never the ones with the chocolate brown eyes and the broken heartbeat

we watched the walls burn down. i watched as the fire died in your eyes as our world came down around us. you watched as i fell deeper into the darkness. i was your world, and you were mine. both of us fell apart in each other’s arms. we burned into each other, scarring memories that we shall never forget.

do you look out on the horizon and wonder where does the world starts and end?
do you ever look in the mirror and wonder where your dads eyes are or where your moms hair is?
do you ever read a book and wonder why the characters are the way they are?
because i do that
i question the very world that we live in