Why am I afraid?
Outside the spotlight,
Do I think I'll fade?
Is that why I feel such a fright?

I'm hiding from the man in the mask.
I'm worried to pass under the arch.
So before I go I want to ask,
Why are you afraid of the dark?

Splatter paint has stained
His sunlit skin
Blacks, blues, and grays chained
Him to his sin
Painted words have trained
Him on what could have been

His charcoal tears
Paved roads as they fell
And after years
I'm still under his spell
His streets still refuse to disappear,
Still lead me out of my hell

I was a broken toy
with uses finished
food long gone bad
a ticket long past date
but you picked me up
and saw not garbage

In me you saw brand new
Happiness
In me you saw comfort
after a horrid day at school
In me you saw silence
after screams and shouts of anger
In me you saw laughter
like a milk mustache or children in snow

In me.... you saw sadness
Sadness you spend your life trying to escape
Sadness you hate
you loathed
but still, sadness you let in

In me you saw madness
it was madness I saw in me too
but still you loved me

So in you, oh divine, you
I see purpose
and it's all I've ever needed.

She was courtly,
Oh! Stately was she!

But woe to her! --
      the seller of love;
            seeker of empathy.

What more poorer than her a soul
         could be? --
                  A morsel of love for a penny.

What more colder
         than a night as hers--
                 To slumber in as if a hearse?

Oh, woe to her! --
      the seller of love;
           seeker of empathy.

And what more worse
       could a mishap be--
                Than feast in the banquet
                        of the ****** and the guilty?

How more cursed
        could a creature be--
                 Than thrive in another's lustful  
                          idolatry?

Oh, woe to her! --
      the seller of love;
            seeker of empathy.

She vends fondness
       she never can receive,
             forth with the saintdom
                      she ne'er can retrieve.

What other vying
         is greater than hers--
            To state the malison
                 of the welkin terse?

And she prays to the dimmest sky;
       to the starless horizon she cries,
           "Woe! -- woe is me! --
                     the seller of love;
                           seeker of empathy."

You are the twinkling stars
that light up
my night sky:
constant,
full of hope,
beautiful,



Distant.

everything is okay
little to complain
about
simple annoyances
but an abundance to be thankful for
good books to read
music to lure me to
sleep
grades to be proud of
paycheck
food in my belly
clothes on my
back
but i still want to go back
home
things here to explore
people i try and
ignore
wish i didn't depend on the bus
not something to really
trust
want to adventure
time taken up
work till late
is it worth what i get
paid
sleep is
hard to come by
these days
don't want to lose hours
with friends
waiting for long work shifts to
end
making the most
of my time
want every second to
count
don't want to spend seconds counting
change
want things to change
counting the days
till i'm home again
back with good
friends
making some here
refuse to let friends back home
disappear
like most people do
i'm stubborn like that.