I have strived for years to become the perfect soul.
not in the ways that you may think, I have chosen to become cold, til the final toll, the beckoned call, I shall accept the righteous fall.

Am tied to memories of bitter cries, til my own eyes, perceived the basilisk bitter sighs, to no suprise, I will call upon the night.

Become what I must this powerful lust of a creature that is raised from dust, the calling of a shadowed bust, a skull that's faded in whitened rust.

Death is nigh for all around, but not from me, I see no ground, there will be no shedding of the tears, as I no longer will feel those that are near and will be released from any fear. Do not seek me out for only you will be found.

Destroyer upon the voyaged seas, crash upon the sirens' plea, ripped from the vessel mercilessly, as my name is called the serpents flee, against the fallens' last decree, you will never be set free.

Of desolation within prismatic eyes, a shallowed breath of discouraged sighs, I hear not the children's cries, crimson skies and broken lies, humanity will see it's demise.

Worlds appear to crumble from a chaotic sound of thunder, awakening all into eternal slumber, from your vessel I shall plunder the souls of every father, child and mother and in my wake all shall shudder as heaven and hell will be left asunder.

Hell. What is, hell?
Hell is hoping that you would ask me to stay knowing **** well you never will.
Hell is looking at you smile because of someone else knowing that it would never be from me.
It's when you've fallen inlove with someone that will never love you back.
Losing yourself to someone without them realizing it.
What is hell you ask?
Hell is the bitter taste in my mouth when I want to tell you everything that I feel for you only to say absolutely nothing because I already know  what your reaction will be.
Hell is me.
Hell is what my mind has become when all it can think about is you.
When you, I, and everyone we know says we would make a perfect couple and you just shrug it off and laugh.
I don't believe in heaven, but I **** sure know of hell.
This place isn't filled with fire.
It's filled with false hope and misplaced desire.
It doesn't have a devil on a throne,
It has a man with a still beating heart that cries out to no one but his own.
Hell is the realest place that we could possibly be,
Hell is the heartbreak that resides in you and me.
What is... hell?
Hell is when I write you a novel of how my day was when you ask, only to receive a single, destructive, one word response.
Hell is an emoji to my good morning.
Hell isn't a place beyond what we perceive, hell is what I am living in...

My memories deceive me, and my heart bleeds to thoughts of
      you, poisoned from the curse that runs deep within my veins.
      Do I halter and use the words that I can, to try with you,
      another chance?
    

      My memories deceive me, and my mind is headed to a paradox of
      life that doesn't bring happiness but only a subtle feeling
      of contentment. For in my memories you are with me in a
      final, never ending dance.
    

      My memories deceive me, as the bewildering cries from within
      awaken the soul that has been bound by chains created from
      the sins of my past life, and are made stronger by the sins
      of which are my own.
    

      My memories deceive me, as the rumors of your betrail fade
      into the shadows but the calling from our hearts reach into
      the light, violently, yet no sound have they shown.
    

      My memories deceive me, trying to hold them back, all that
      accomplishes is bringing you into my senses once again, but I
      go forth to a different land with what could have and should
      have been.
    

      My memories deceive me, chased by an altered state of mind
      where nothing has gone wrong, no death, no pain, just the
      feeling of contentment once again.
    

      My memories, they deceive me and everyone around me, for I do
      not see faces, only souls that fade into surroundings. A
      paralytic view is what they show, of what should have, could
      have been you and me.
    

      My memories deceive me, but could they instead be the truth
      that I have been seeking as I try hard to sink them in
      deeply...

      My memories. My memories, immortal as they come, they open my
      eyes, though they burn like facing the sun, in this time I
      have begun, to realize my memories. They do not deceive, but
      only conceive the past that I have forgotten and shields me
      from...you.

She was dancing sporadically in the rain.
And her name,
It was beauty, it was triumph, it was glory,
It was pain.
Her name was the still beating hearts that were syncopated by the souls that burned like a thousand flames.
Her name was music, her name was tragedy,
Her name became the core of my sanity.
Her name was the rhythmical footsteps as she danced without a beat,
Her name, my god, her name could lift you from your seat.
Her name was majestic, it was deliverance,
It was the epitome of being heaven sent.
She was an angel she was the demons,
She was everything inbetween them,
Her name was the first and the last breath of every human.
Her name was the war and it was peace,
Her name could turn men into beasts.
I couldn't help myself when watched her fade from this domain, as she went off to board the train,
But when it mattered the most, to my disdain,
I never had a chance to ask her, what was her name?

I finally did it!
I met my other self, in a parallel universe,
so asked him for help.
he was so kind, such a kindred soul.
he told me that his life is great,
and his mom is waiting at home.
his wife loves him more than life itself.
his children have prospered to be better with self worth.
his brother is successful, full of wonder and art.
his sister became the next actress in many movie plots.
he went on and on how great life was and how amazing happiness felt!
and he looked me upon my eyes to witness what I felt.
he asked me how I was doing in my part of life.
I told him that I have witnessed a walking world of strife.
I lost my mother when I was young,
my father lost his mind.
my brother, just like my self have grown cold for humans are unkind.
my sister still struggles day by day without any dreams.
sometimes I sit alone at night attempting not to scream.
I have scars on my arms from bullets and and sharp knives.
and that's when he asked me to stop and look back at my life.
although he was happy he said he wished he could have walked my shoes.
because tragedy has made me stronger than anyone he knows.
a perfect life gets boring and he never knew of rain.
because when souls start to break, the sound of falling water helps to soothe the pain.
and then he mentioned something that threw me for a surprise.
he wasn't really my other self,
he was what I saw as happiness through the mind of my own eyes.

She was a cancer to the good men that she met.

show love, be kind.
have faith in time you will find happiness
just don't go blind to hope,
even when you're backed against the ropes.
the stuff you write just shows
all the things that matter most.
be proud of you, of what you've become.
be proud that you're a fighter, son.
you fell so fast but rose up quicker.
in the end your heart is stronger and your soul is thicker.
just take the hate and pain away,
walk away when there is nothing left to say.
I believe in you, yes, I believe in you,
even when you're down, I see what others don't see in you.

no wait **** that! go crazy, destroy the world.  
no one cares, they're all just little boys and girls.
**** love, build hate, it's time to be selfish, that's no debate!
they crushed you and destroyed you, why should you give a ****?!
they are the reasons that your heart grew cold,
humanity doesn't exist my man!
break them down, make them drown in their own sorrows, show them that they mean nothing now!
your family and friends and strangers too,
only exist to hurt you!
stop believing in yourself! why believe in yourself?! all that **** you were brought up in?
in the end we all die, end up in the ground and forgotten!...

By ManicBrilliance.

2016/01/26


you know it's kind of sad.
growing up, I wanted more than I ever had.
I wanted to find a woman that would love me forever.
I wanted to someday become a father.
But now, I just want to survive.

does it make you happy to be the reason that good guys go bad?
does it entertain you to see us cry, when we tell you that you're the best we've ever had?
does your laughter burst at the seams when you know that you're the reason that good men give up on their dreams?

chivalry isn't dead. But love is.
as a matter of fact, I don't even really know anymore what love is.
I can't even see myself happy with another human being.
And being a father no longer feels like it would be good for my well being.

so many friends I know have grown to hate others.
because we get brought down with stab wounds and scars.
don't tell someone that you will be there forever.
when in reality you meant for never.

I guess when you are heartless it takes a toll on the ones that give you their soul.
so to the rare few women that do exist.
I apologise for my behavior,
But the liars and cheaters is what made me like this.

I work too much to think,
I think too much to work.
one minute I'm playing games,
trying hard to stay sane,
and then at my face I stare,
trying to fix my hair.
funny how time flies,
when you're doing twenty things at once,
I'm not the other guys,
it's been way to many month.
it's funny isn't it?
you try hard to keep your mental,
but your mental is detrimental to potential to have potential.
I despise the way you cry in the rain to hide the pain, when you try to hide the tears, and shelter all your fears, it's been way too many years, so you change it with the sheers, one hair at a time, counting down all of the crimes that happened to your life as you're reaching for the knife, screaming on the inside, but my words you don't abide when I'm trying.
I'm just trying.
****** I'm trying.
I'm trying.

I walk away in a silent vision of all things that are violent.
changing the description of faults, you default back into the shell as if it were your fault, but it's none but their own from what the records show.
And I try to make you see that inside my eyes you'll see a soul that's ment to be the reason that you breathe. but my words you don't abide, but I'm trying.
I'm just trying.
I can see, that you're trying.
I'm trying.

Delirious to the mysterious succession of the furious fears that settled in to the demons that are near to us and thus we make them dear to us.
my friend you are just missing out on what your life could be all about. a future that you surely doubt but realise that you're finally out. so wipe away the salted wounds that only you can see and despite all of the water you have to let yourself breathe because you're free. but my words you don't abide but I'm trying.
I'm just trying,
she not special but you're trying.

In the end do you love? or perhaps it was lust? or perhaps it was a must, for you to claim your trust. that you lost from your past? as a child you didn't last very long in a fight internally ignited by the crazed human beings that you said you wanted to show you your affection? instead of dereliction of a fantasy of perfection? and I read all of your sections and my words you don't abide even though I try.
and man, I am trying.
stop fighting it and try.
I'm just trying.

Albeit that you must realize who I am. I'm ashamed of what I was, I'm ashamed of what I became. I could never hide my sin, and I never could fit in, no matter friend or kin. so I hide the voice within trying to tell me to let them in. but what you know is just the skin. and you see.
the skin sheds.
as it dies, it tries to hide.
and me? I'm just trying.
so a hermit I will become.
because all I do is try.
and for now.
I'm done trying.

Within lamenting hushened calls,
Shepards watch thine burning sea.
As bussoms burn with froths of lies,
I shall avenge you, this I decree.


Lost art thou, to seven layers.
A trembled ground from which you cry,
With sword and dagger at my side,
To free you, I would surely die.


Worry not, the chains that bind,
I shall crush with mine own hands.
For power beacons within mine heart,
To crumble towers into sand.


But thy doth not knowst,
To slay the beast of sorcery.
The sword I bring is my mind,
And the dagger is mine poetry.

I've looked into the mirror,
Countless times before.
And all I saw was a reflection,
Of a sadness within It's core.

But last night I saw my light,
It was already there.
She lifted my soul,
Showed me the love to share.


It was not a human born,
Nor an angel that showed her face,
It was something much greater,
Her name was life, and I will remember her for days.

She spoke to me,
And told me these two words.
Grasping my hand,
Just smile, she said, assured.

So no matter what the issue,
No matter if there is pain.
I will put a smile apon my face,
And so should you but not in vain.


She danced with my angels,
And forced my demons away,
There is no reason to feel sadness,
When life helps you lead the way.

Teeter totter,
Canon fodder.
That's all that's left of thee.

These games of war,
Sings a silent cord.
Awaken on to me.

Brethren coded DNA,
False eyes where they lay.
For destined breaks the bonds.

The cannon fire,
Which you desire.
Left you crushed under your own arms.

So teeter totter
Cannon fodder.
While I watch you bleed.

Remember vengeance,
And your negligence.
Was fuel enough for me.

See the faces, all the people,
    

      Smiling, dancing in the croud.
    

      All the music, and the love,
    

      In my mind It's too loud.
    



      Little children, and the elders
    

      They all look just the same.
    

      Please stop smiling, please stop laughing.
    

      You are all driving me insane.
    



      So many colors, in this venue,
    

      It's making me see red.
    

      Such a pain when they smile,
    

      Cure the pain when they're all dead.
    



      Take the knives and slit their throats,
    

      Skin the children like sheep and goats.
    

      Heads rolling on the ground,
    

      Turning smiles into cold dead frowns.
    



      As each one falls they start to change,
    

      The different colors become the same,
    

      The floor stained by blood and tears,
    

      My lust finally consumes my fears.
    



      I still hear moans as they crawl around,
    

      No! I must end that dreadful sound!
    

      I look to see who is still alive,
    

      The blood drips from my knife.
    



      And I see her crawling pleading to let her go,
    

      Shhh... Be silent, this is now my show.
    

      Her hair so soft as I rip it out,
    

      The knife enters her chest, as I kiss her mouth.
    



      Finally, silence, so blissful to me,
    

      But don't worry, I'm not insane, I'm just....crazy

silent. be still your heart.
the end will soon be here.
deny as you may, you can no longer fight that you will no longer have fear.

quaint, be still your mind.
the haze will soon be lost.
and though you scream to the heavans, I ensure you that your calls have no cost.

steady, be still your hands.
the light is soon to come.
and though your riches were much in wealth, it will no longer see have a sum.

solice, be still your soul.
the tears will soon be shed.
the friend that you loved and adored, have cried at what has been said.

transcend, be still your vessel.
you have finally been freed.
as you have realized, the angels will bring you to your knees

mackelmore got it focused, and eminem did too,
if hip hop can have a tolerance, then why can't you?
you say you're against abortion, but what if your child turned out gay?
would you change your story? or would you try to drug the love away?
pro-life's is what you preach but against gay marriage from a book's depiction?
no wonder we are lost, when we think in contradiction...
this isn't only a hit to Christianity, it's aimed towards religion, insanity comes to definition when a book make your decisions.
we try to preach peace, but peace still hides, when every hateful slur comes with a demon surprise.
so many wars over **** like this,
when we should all stand up and fight against it.
some say it's on oil, but see the bigger picture,
internal wars fueled by hatred written in scripture.
the essence of the soul is trapped within a cast,
maybe we are already in hell but our soul stands center mass,
trying to escape with reason by which you just ignore,
when you speak without though or a pulse within your core.
why does it matter if someone has a lover of the same ***?
just because you were raised that way, you have to continue this hex?
ink written on paper, by the hands of man,
over thousands of years, translated again and again.
but you're so set in stone on what you believe,
that if Jesus himself appeared and proved you wrong, he would get the third degree.
set you human thoughts aside for the sake of humanity,
and fill your heart will love, respect, and a sense of humility.
I'm not anti-Christian, pro-life, or pro-choice.
but I am pro-Humanity, Pro-change, and pro-voice.

Little child, please understand,
Life is not going to be so easy.
Your heart will break, your life will Quake
like a storm that is so displeasing.

Little child, now do not fret,
We have all been through it all,
No matter the pain, we still stay sane,
And prove that we will stand tall.
    
Little child, oh how I wish, 
I were in your shoes,
Someone to tell me, what will **** me,
And what's worth living for to lose.

Little child, listen close,
Guard your heart at all cost,
For when you're grown, and all alone,
Your sanity will not be lost.

Little child, just know this much,
If you need an ear to listen,
I will be here, so have no fear,
I'll guide you through this mission.

In your hand you hold a key,
That key opens up a beat.
And from the beat comes a pulse,
That pulse is a heart you meet,
That heart belongs to a soul,
That soul tied to a flesh,
The flesh was given life,
That life was filled with stress,
With stress come pain and anguish,
And that anguish creates the shame,
Shame of being human,
Human blood courses thru the veins,
The veins carry the loneliness,
Loneliness dwells apon the chest,
The chest takes in the love,
The love creates the jest.
And in this jest comes worry,
Worries carry to the mind,
The mind turns all of it into hope,
Hope carries down the spine.
The spine take on the nerves,
And sends signals to your hands,
And with your hand, you create a key,
And it all begins again.

The shadows against your skin, the light that hits your
      breast,
    

       perfection in your curves my lips softly touch your
      chest.
    

       Slowly kissing towards your neck, your hips pressed
      hard against my own.
    

      I trace your neck with my tongue and you beg me to go down.
    

      Nothing left on your body but your thong red as sin.
    

      I slowly pull them off, my lips follow down your skin.
    

      Hands grasping on your hips, teasing your inner thigh.
    

      Soft bites followed by kisses, I move closer, close your
      eyes...
    

      Legs resting on my shoulders, my hands all over your
      silhouette
    

      Your nails dig into my skin, my tongue has you dripping wet.
    

      ******* softly on your ****, nibbling on your lower lips.
    

      Licking from the bottom, going up, as you tighten up your
      hips.
    

      I feel every muscle tighten while my fingers are inside.
    

      A sigh of extesy when you *** the first time.
    

      I move up towards your breast as I bite and nibble on the
      ***.
    

      I pin your hands down, hips grinding, with my **** on your
      ****.
    

      Teasing you with the head, gliding it in nice and slow.
    

      Your back arches, I push harder, I love hearing you moan.
    

      You smile and bite your lower lip trying not to scream,
    

      Leaving marks down my back, take reality from a dream.

I used to be religious,
but that was years ago,
you know, when I was young
And there were so many things that I didn't know

I was a puppet,
I was not allowed to think
when my mind was like someone
pouring water into an empty sink.

I always went to church
against my own will,
sitting in a pew for hours
trying to keep still.

then I got older
And then I realized
my mind is more powerful
then the other guys.

So I started questioning,
was called a blasphomer.
The only thing I believed in
was death without fear.

I mean, don't you find it odd
that we're told to believe in God
And as long as it's only him
then we defeat the odds
of going to hell?
but the bible always had a different story to tell.

you shall have no other god before me.
those are his words written in his story.
Yet were also told about Christ
And the holy ghost.
that makes three gods that use us as their host.

that way of thinking,
the holy trinity,
is a contradiction
that human eyes are too blind to see.
And we always wonder
"why doesn't he talk to me?"
yet in the past he spoke directly
to prophets in the era
that human minds were developing.

I was raised not only as Christian
I was raised by my mother in multiple religions.
Each one saying that the other is wrong.
Although they have the save versus and songs.
I just don't get it,
I know humans need an escape.
Especially from reality, whatever it takes.
But why do I have to be labeled religious if I'm a good person?
When the ones with the most hatred are the ones rehearsing.


I follow a code
Peace love unity respect,
Hatred is not something
That I chose to accept.
But because I'm atheist
I'm considered a heathen.
When they don't realize the words they're breathing

And anti gay?
Are you serious?
That **** is so ******* stupid.
They're still humans wanting love
Because love is fluid.
It flows through us.
Every creature,
Every soul,
Every tree that you see.
We are connected
Indefinitely

My problem is,
Everyone wants to make their decisions
Off of a book written based on visions
By man that are known
To manipulate the systems.
And create hate without a second opinion.

For example.
The anti-gays.
Only want to listen to the words they say.
But don't realize that the words relayed
Is different from years ago today.

And divorce is a sin as big as they come.
But they don't say **** about that.
How come?!

why do you have to judge?!
why can't you just accept we were all created
the same regardless of blood?!
why can't I just be as blind as you?!
why does my mind ask questions and have a different view?!
why can't I be closed minded?!
why can't I just accept everything and stop trying to find it?!

**** it I'm done.
I am not a prodigal son.
I am not a saint,
I am not a sinner.
I am me, a human,
the line could not be painted any thinner.

next time you decide to **** into someone resilient.
make sure it's not the mind of manic brilliance...

Her eyes. My God her eyes,
    

      I had never seen the fires of love until I looked into her
      eyes.
    

      Beauty could not describe the presence of her stare as her
      smile tore through the every fiber that created my heart,
    

      The words she spoke destroyed the walls that were built from
      steel, enveloping the cold, dead soul that she had awoken
      inside of me!
    

      And her kiss, as if the angels of heaven pressed their soft,
      delicate lips apon my own. 
    

      How did I become so lucky to have such a blessing put apon
      myself? Only the gods could have thought of such a beautiful
      woman to come before my eyes.
    

      And such a sight she was, her beauty was beyond that of words
      described. It was not lust that caught my breath and purified
      it, it was love that had struck me on this day.
    

      But, alas, she became the one. Not the one that was mine
      forever, no. She was the one that got away.
    

      I fell for lust, instead I fell for lust!! The devil himself had sent the soulless vessel to entrance me into her own deceitful arm, and thus I let my angel go, my God... I let her go..
And now I sit, wishing I had not let the darkness consume me and tear me from the wings of beauty. My angel, my sweet, dearest angel.
The demon is now gone, and she took my soul with her, and once more, the steel walls have risen, but I know, just a whisper from my angel, will make them fall...again.

He asked me what does it take, to become a better man.
I said.
"You're still young so live while you still can. We've been through the same troubles, and lived similar lives.
Look at my mistakes to help you Make it through the night."

"But It's hard growing up when your living all alone."
he cries, as the words echo and touch me to the bone.

"You know if you ever need me, I'm just a phone call away. When advice is what you crave, or an outlet for your day.
Hold on to all that's good, let go of your dismay, and then you will see exactly what it takes.

You want to be a man, don't look at yourself as a boy. Live life without regrets, through happiness and joy.

Take what you have as talent and use it to persevere.
Find your inner balance and hold your loved ones near.

      Don't let a broken heart control your every move. May the decisions that you make be as solid as a hoof.

Just remember that I am here, and we have a guardian up above. We both share something dear and that is our mother's love."

He said thank you with a smile and we said farewell to one another. This boy will become a man, and that man is my brother.

Disgruntled, deranged, you scream, insane. What is this game that you are playing? 

You cry, I stare, you fry your hair, go to the party, I don't care.

Siting at home, I wait alone. No calls or text, thinking what you're doing breaks my bones.

You say you're fine. That you are mine, anything I want you'll do on a dime.

But when I ask, you make that look. So now I wonder, what's a promise? They ****.

And they ask me why good guys say bye, and walk away when you turn their warm hearts grey.

So go, have fun. I just wanted one, one day for us to be just us.

But now you're there with ones you don't know. When you do return I'll have to go.... Forever

Around the bend, baggage claim.
    

      The carousel comes around again.
    

      I try to find the ones my own,
    

      I see the first as it comes down.
    

      This first one, small, so quaint, so plain.
    

      Carries all of my pain...tings.
    

      The second slowly drifts across,
    

      I'm glad that this one was not lost.
    

      A medium size bag with a tiny hole,
    

      It carries the remnants of my soul..dier memorabilia.
    

      Two more bags I await, the next one appears at the gate.
    

      Another smaller bag that is beat up, and tattered within.
    

      If opened you would find all my sin...icle comics that I
      collect.
    

      As I wait for my final bag.
    

      Hours pass as times drags.
    

      I ask where it may have gone,
    

      I'm told it was lost before the plane had flown.
    

      Saddened with this news alas.
    

      For that final baggage held my past...els.

Broken dreams in this forseen symphony of the mind, singing entrancing words of solice within the thoughts of mine.
Never ending, never binding, always intertwining and at the same time unwinding.
Spinning and falling, voices calling. 
I sense the slow, silent slither, seamingly unwithered.
Cought beneath a shameless shiver of my secrets as a sinner. 
Calm, thine eyes witness of my flesh, yet beneath, within my breath.
Beckons of a violent debt with one known as the devil's pet. 
Taken from me and ones beloved, the puzzle piece, a peaceful love, of a heart that came from heaven above. 
Til thoughts my own are taken by thee, I will wait silently, for vengeance consumes mercilessly, what vision I dare not utter, human eyes can not see.
Your dawn will strike this I decree, my sights are fixed on death of death and all that follows thee.

Thoughts of suicide broken life,

My tears hidden by the blood on the knife.

Will you miss me, will you care?

Eventually you will forget that I'm not there.

So what does it matter if I go away.

Not farewell, but goodbye today.

How long will it take to be reborn?

To another human body scorn.

Failure to communicate,

when you arrive it will be too late.

Saddened although I have you,

my heart is riddled with broken views.

Peace is what I want and freedom sense.

But I just seem to always fail again.

So in these words I bid you go.

Goodbye forever, yours truly - soul.

Angel, sweet angel.

Don't let me go,
hold on tight,
May your beauty show.

Angel, sweet angel.

As pure as gold,
eyes glimmer like silver,
your wings just as bold.

Angel, sweet angel.

Sing me a lullaby,
lay down my mind,
keep the tear from my eye.

Angel, sweet angel.

Wings soft to the touch,
only you know why,
my pain hurts so much.

Angel, sweet angel.

Watch over me,
keep me safe til the day,
when the night is darkest
in silence I lay.

Angel, sweet angel.
Smile apon me,
so that the world is not as lonely

one day my mind will start to fade,
one day my skin will start to decay.
one day I will only wake up with tears,
one day I will question why I was denied with fear.
one day I will be unable to move.
one day my bones will break like frail shoes.
one day I will cry to a god that I don't believe exist.
one day I will become too weak to kiss.
one day I will die slowly as I breathe.
one day I will come crashing to my knees.
one day holidays will mean nothing at all.
one day I will sit as my health begins to fall.
one day I will look back at all the wrong I've done.
one day the sky will **** me with the sun.
one day I will try to remember who I am.
one day I will no longer give a ****.
But today is today why throw it to the wolves?
life is too short to be appart when we have so much to lose.
And today I know that I will always know your face.
that warm comforting smile.
even the crazier days.
But after all is said and my body is all used.
I will remember that forever, that I'm madly in love with you...

she was a neophyte to her own life,
syncopated heart beats to a still night.
occluded love behind steel bars.
ubraided her brain With mind scars.

staying reticent to the people her own home,
her transitory smile was well known.
for her smile was a beautiful sight.
it was left with the vestige of a loveless light.

only repudiation to what people preached,
feeling that her soul was a disparate beast.
her idiosyncrasies were inhuman in nature.
said to be intractable in her own behaviour.

never did she speak to humankind.
but inside her head was a loquacious mind.
only wanting a stasis within her sadness.
only to be taken by insanity and madness.

perhaps someday my poems will become better,
my writing will flourish, and my thoughts become settled.
til then I sit and write you this letter,
of how life can sometimes get you fed up.

the ink spilled through the fountain onto a foundation becomes darker,
the words that they create are those of the departed.
you sit in solice wondering what created this monster, trying to figure out what you just started.
a blank sheet of white covered in darkness,
when deep down inside you just wanted to feel as if you were heartless.
to feel what it's like to not feel at all,
so onto this canvas your well of creations fall.
realizing that what was vivid and bright
is now permanently stained by the sheltered broken words that were once in your brain.
your thoughts then try to figure if flames will suffice,
and so you put the sheet up to candle light.
hoping that the stained and destroyed sheet will demise.
but as you unfold it, the words cross your eyes
so you grab the well and the quill again just to write,
what everyone did and said to ruin your life.
and **** does it feel good,
it feels so right,
to put thoughts into words,
and those words into light.
and then you pause for a moment.
no more noise in your mind.
silence for once, everything feels fine.
and you look at your hands covered in ink.
you grab that paper as you read it and think.
these are your creations, and now you know it.
this is how the broken becomes a poet.

Ladies and gentlemen,
    

      Boys and girls.
    

      The story I bring is one to tell,
    

      With Dragons and beast from far away lands,
    

      Witches and wombats and beast from the sands.
    

      Golums and ghost, great goblins gone gruesome!
    

      Mighty warlords that would survive if you nuked em!
    

      Werewolves so powerful that they consume the night!
    

      Don't worry, no vampires to ruin the plight!
    

      Bombardments of beast, broken skulls, bad burdens.
    

      A tantalizing tail if ever you've heard one!
    

      Zombies so evil, your skin crawls with every word.
    

      I'm not lying when I say that the fear is obsurd!
    

      But before I give you this recital,
    

      I ask and I beg, I need a **** title!!