Sometimes I feel **** alien, even in the
Most familiar of surroundings.
Instead of spinning, pointing,
Naming everything Home,

I shut myself, and turn inward.
Day after day the first one at a
New school in a foreign country,
As far from a cool kid as the

Overweight teacher's pet with a
Stutter. I don't even know how to
Speak my own name in their
Incomprehensible language.

Nothing here is for me, and
At least E.T. had a home to phone; all
I have is the space i possess as I walk
Through it, eyes firm on borrowed

Footing. No single road leads to my
Rome, and somewhere inside the
Timelessness of my innermost, the
Old, old man watches the young'uns

Talking, dressing, adressing,
Preferring, doing it all the way
Young'uns do, with pale, tired eyes
And simply just

Can't, -tries, but- just doesn't
Understand.

I'm left here
waiting
wondering
hating
I'm suppose to be better
I'm suppose to be happy
but I'm not.

I don't blame you!
I don't blame you
I don't blame you...
Why can't you just understand, its nothing you did.
it's nothing you said.
It's nothing I can control.

They yell, they scream, they ****, they win...
They want me dead,  I can feel it in my bones
I'll lose, I'll always lose, and I'll never stop losing.

The hypnotic way

                              your lips move

                                                         is my favorite show

Refusing to die
Struggled fiercely to walk away

I attempted ******
Trying the bury the evil energy
Wrapped in charms
In a burning grave

Still breathing
This defiler of death
Tongue of golden words
Falling on only those poor naive souls
Love desperate to be heard

Tender hearts strings strummed
Sweet songs to the listening ear
Promised safe harbor to stay
Intent on destroying the deceptive predator of souls
I banished the power of day

Besieging with it
With dark incantation
Magic dangerous spells
Disciplined eastern meditation

Calling the creature to me
Powerless
It could not resist
Wretched demon of time
I trapped the beast
In a witches pentagram
Sealed at each point
With chants of  forgotten ancient rhyme

Defenseless against me
A white sorceress
The monster was destroyed
Bound forever
Cursed by salt and fire
In hell to stay forever more


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Loud cheers for clouds
That bring us rain and flowers
of showers that drench us

Time is running quicker now,
like the endless flow of my verses,
I am immersed in yearning,
& I can't stop it
to smell the roses,
& I want more than ever
to inhale her pretty petals,
she is my favorite flower.

Her brilliance was bordering on genius
In reality it's beyond genius
Some called it madness
Some called it sheer divinity
Very few people knew it's exactness.

But whatever others may think
One thing is certain
She was
The Girl Born In The Garden of Roses

You and I separated long ago. The only writer
I ever loved. I try to find myself in
between your words, lingering somewhere deep
in your inspiration, but I don’t think
I’m there. You always made them up,

but I knew you better than that. Recycling
moments from the past to make a fake
love feel real. I don’t love you.
I only wish I could see your memories of me
living on through your fingertips,

the way you do through mine. We live separate
lives in the same vicinity, touching the same
people. If you had told me this years ago,
I wouldn’t have believed that even a single
degree could separate you and I.

We were each necessary for the other
to mature. My biggest fear is that I didn’t
help you grow as a writer. So what
if we matured? If being loved by me
didn’t improve your writing, then it was all

for nothing.

did I miss something
or did I meet his nice alter-ego
that you guys approve of
because the man who you have an actual reason to dislike
didn't seem to be the one I met last night