The birds of paradise bloom across the valley
In the morning glow, the evening gleams
In the mellow amber light

Lift your wings, little birds
Soar through the vast airspace
Flutter in formation, the serene illusion
Where balance exists, where order conquers
Where stability feeds the concrete cortex

I respire, and watch the petals dwindle
As my paradise flies away

I blessed the letters
With a mark of glee
A perfume of petals
To coat its surface

Sent to receiver
The message goes through
Reception of communication
Embued with the mood

Return to sender
The message remained unresponsive
For its recipient was the empty husk of me

I blessed my letter
For the last time
Before I tore it apart

Mellow, melodious tones echo through the chambers
And carve their imprints in their temporal canvas

The plates that linger through time
Aren't as barren when the sweet tones
Of the symphonies carry me back home

Overtones of emotion, the response to devotion
Of a piece as intricate as the past
Grabs my heart and never releases
And waltzes along its beat

Speak, my inner dancer
Dance along the melodies, the harmonies
Of the symphonies my heart creates

Charm my inner conductor for I merely decorate
The empty space I longed for to be filled with noise
For this noise is embedded forever in the lockets
The lockets that it always wished to be

The claws imbued their pointy fingers in my chest
Lingering agony as it did not soften
As I attempted to defy the abomination
A figment I realised
In front of me

I wince and whimper but moans so mellow
Are not heard on the surface
Are not heard by the ears of man

Fragments spread as the glass shatters
As the reflection and I turn to dust
Yet the claws remained stoic in its grasp
A figment I realised
In front of me

I yield as I pour out my soul in front of them
Its transparent body is tainted and distorted
It is stained in dark crimson around the neck

These claws have lunged at my throat for ages
I merely embraced them as an old friend

It's been a fun time, hasn't it?
I've been all kinds of people for you and I.
But my tears are at a loss.
A dry desert, if you will.

So I take this pen and jab it into paper one last time.
I enjoyed being all kinds of spirits.
You really let me release myself.
We got past such great milestones.

The world has changed and only I remained.
You're not the same and I'm not the same.
But I feel like I'm still just me.
So I'll blame it on the world.

All these scribbled words have been attempts.
I've been calling for help.
And help came for me.
But I didn't really need anyone but me.

These last tears, they're important to me.
To others, they might seem like...
Tears in rain.
But to me, they're my powerful last breath.

I've dreamt so much in such a short time.
And it gave me wings of hope.
I've never been better.
And I've got myself to thank for that.

I grew out of the armor.
I don't need it anymore in this world.
We're at peace, everyone's alive.
The womb keeps us all together.

The questions are answered to an extent.
I've exposed myself to you.
You know all of me as well as I do.
I'm bare naked before you now.

I shan't try to cover myself.
As the rain washes over me and covers my tears...
I'm not the same person, I can see that.
Nothing remains the same.

I've reached the end of rebirth once more.
This time the end is but an end.
There's no new beginnings here, nothing can change.
Embrace the past, young shepherd, for the future is set in stone.

Lead the people who have my legacy.
My armor, my pen, my tears, my soul... Goodbye.

As I walked through the meadow
Beneath the overcast sky, so mellow
Soft frozen tufts of glistening silver
Fell from the ceiling

As the heaven poured its sorrow
And sowed their chilled tears
It nourished the barren grassland
The icy blanket caught my eye

I walked through the meadow
Leaving imprints on the carpet
The trail was concealed
In the rainfall of ice shards

But for the remainder of its existence
It still showed signs of life

who was it - walking down the school corridor?

a Spanish teacher?

an honors student?

a football player?

you'll never know; you didn't care.

did it feel good,
mister shooter?
to pull the trigger on

a mother?

a best friend?

a boyfriend?

to take the lives of family and friends and lovers of innocent people?

was seeing those who have hurt you
suffer by your hand
worth a life behind bars?


16 years old

yet you think you have the right to take away life?