But no one listened to her
Because she didn't have a pretty  face
To match her pretty  **mind

Roses aren't always red
& voilets aren't exactly blue,
The society we live in
Never seems to speak the truth.

Smiles aren't always happy
& frowns aren't always upset,
People judge too quickly
our feeling are what they forget.

i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.

if you are looking for a victim
just look in front of you
and since i see you in front of me
you must be a victim too

no one here gets justice
in this our modern age
we are all but victims
giving our souls away

no need to look any further
in your daily sacrifice
or pretend to play the victim
as we are all victimized

I went out sailing on Sandwich Sea
With my motley crew of make beliefs
In a boat of pumpernickel with masts of cheese
Mustarding our courage  in a spreadable breeze

We watched peanut butter jelly fish swimming by
Along with a school of tuna fish on rye
But it was the salmon egg salad that caught my eye
When a storm of salt and pepper rained from the sky

Waves  of mayonnaise tossed us to and fro
Thinking we might sink in our breaded boat
Saved by a 12 inch sub that surfaced on that note
Helping the boys and me to stay afloat  

As they lettuce out of danger and set us free
No one spreading joy was happier than me
With my motley crew of misfit make beliefs
Sailing the high cheese out on Sandwich Sea

needles piercing skin
producing a thick black ink
etching a symbol on a cold veiny wrist
rounded corners and sharp edges
producing a word i could never feel;
´hope.´