Laying down my heavy head,

closing my wary eyes for a short time,

waiting for the sun to come, but

I always seem to rest where the sun don't rise.

Dwell in my blank mind-

a thought filling up the space,

leaving me unfocused.

Hold me in light lies,

hurt me with harsh honesty,

I'll trust you both ways.

Eyes sockets empty,

old skin long rotted away,

leaving a cold husk.

Invisible ghosts,

watching the living closely,

wanting to come back.

Songbird, sing your tune,

lighten the veil,

stay until the appearance of moon,

we will tell your tale.

In the morn, when you come back,

sing your song,

I doubt you'll lack,

and the day will stay long.

Looking in the glass,

I see myself staring back,

our eyes are unsure.


A flash of something,

it looked like pity,

crossed inside of them.


My features shifted,

tears dripping leaving thin lines,

mascara smearing.


"Pathic I am."

The blank reflection agrees,

shifting to my thoughts.

Early light is bright,

the midnight moon is as well,

both beautiful still.

Shimmering sunlight,

peaking above the hillside,

will you be out soon?

I put glitter on,

just some shiny eyeshadow,

but I like the look.

I write mindlessly,

my words flowing with no thought,

am I just a bot?

Blood mares a hero the same as a villain,

the crimson doesn't pick and choose,

anyone can choke in it's noose.

Twisted lilies in the steaming lagoon,

wrapping around willows that are covered in dew.

Shining bark, damp from the stew,

that covers it's roots from anything's view.

Frogs croak in the morning light,

the buzz of flies no one's delight.

Storks rest on the limbs,

the willow there longer than the oldest hymns.

A quiet morning past the cities brims.

I
wish somethings were different
     Don't
get me wrong, but,
     Like
somethings could change,
     This.
would then be so much easier.

Three little numbers

that nudge into my short poems,

leaving a pattern.

Tear my sorrow from

my chest, that pain is much more

preferred in the end.

Soldiers sitting on the dunes

of my sea, hear my tunes.

A siren’s call none can resist,

pulling men to my deep abyss.

Come see what lies within this tomb;

you all will fall,

far too soon.

Raven sitting on my roof-

why do you wait with such aloof?

Won't you crow your haunting call,

or will you sit silent as I pall?

Dear Raven way up high,

won't you fly?

Certainly my roof is not as nice,

as a tree with few mice?

Mockingjay, sweet Mockingjay,

where will you go today?

Will it be the heavens-

or will it be the hells?

Mockingjay, oh Mockingjay,

what will you say?

Will you laugh with those above,

or laugh at the ones below?

Mockingjay, dear Mockingjay,

when will you stay?

Will it be when your wings start to fray,

or when you grow out of play?

Please tell me, my Mockingjay.

Rage is a feeling,

just like sadness is as well.

You just need support.

Why waste time on it,

if you have no extra time.

You have no reason.

Amber necklaces

sitting on a fair collar,

the jewel of her soul.

Oh, river dweller,

what do you think of the fiends

that poisoned you so?

Sunflowers in fields,

an undulating, bright sea,

which is where she lay.

Wishing for something

in life is not effective.

You must work instead.

If you are poison,

I'll gladly die if I can

get a taste of you.

If you shoot for the stars,

and miss,

you won't land on the moon,

you'll fly to the abyss.

Eyes are a window

for our brain to see out of

and process the world.

Sadness is a pain,

but it is also the key

to have empathy.

"Be Better."

Is what is said to me,

sugarcoated words

with that meaning underneath!

Do I not try hard enough?

Must I be judge?

"You are a child. What do you know?"

Is what is said to me,

underestimated,

by my own family!

I had to be the parent for my siblings,

but what do I know?

More than my own mother knows!

"You aren't mature. Grow up."

Is what is said to me,

shut down

by the adults above me.

I had to be grown.

My childhood lasted for 7 years.

After that, I was just there.

My youth robbed because I had to fill bigger shoes.

But what do I know.

What do I need to grow?

I can't change myself,

even if I wanted to,

which I guess is a sad shame.

I wished I could care,

but now I wish to forget,

and move on past them.

The most perfect girl

is only perfect because

she doesn't exist.

Leave me upside-down,

like a hog hunted hotly,

am I just a prize?

Ignorance is bliss,

but ignorance is over,

is life not bliss now?

Rip my sanity,

it was melted from the truths,

that made me spiral.

In my defense,

I don't care about

homework

or my grades.

Not because I just don't,

no,

it's from the fact

that it doesn't matter.

When I'm older an employer

won't look at an english assignment,

but they will my college

and my achievements.

I am told to waste time,

time that will fly by,

and do work I already know.

Why waste my time,

reviewing something I can do in my head?

I can memorize the notes,

read all the lines,

but still they want me

to waste MY time.

I am a pencil.

Needed until I am overused,

and then I am tossed aside.

When I'm older,

my first tattoo will be a semicolon.

Not a flower, not a heart.

A reminder that life could be a lot different,

for better or for worse.

Yesterday, I was asked, "Are you depressed?"

I responded, no, with a laugh.

As I saw a flash of concern,

I paused.

I asked, Are you serious?

And they said, "Yes."

Messages left on read,

leaving me confused.

Are you busy or...

do you just not want to talk?

I hold the hand of my enemy,

just because I know

they can't betray my trust.

People think I'm immature,

they see me as a nuisance,

and can't see past age.

Music is a river,

connecting streams of people,

my ship sails on it.

The darkness is not wanted,

but it is what makes the light shine bright.

Without it, nothing would be light.

Everything would blind.

When I die one day,

I'll be remembered for years,

then one day I won't.

Down the street in town,

a little girl walks around,

her parents not there.

Finding a purpose,

is like finding a unicorn,

you must believe first.

Push me and shove me,

make me bleed out on your hands,

I'll still love you so.

Starving is a punch,

one thats uncomfortable pain,

I am in a fight.