tiny
white
round
i hide them under my tongue
my mommas learned to check
so now i gag them up
tiny
white
round
they said it is s'posed to help
but all they do is pull me down
alter my little reality
tiny
white
round
bitter to the taste
but now i've given in
into their watery embrace
tiny.
white.
round.
no longer.
myself.

She's not pretty
Kind of twisted in fact
Into knots of every strand of emotion possible
Beauty comes from within
But within she is fighting
Fighting against these knots that have become all she knows
She is crying
But sadness is only temporary
For bipolar disorder makes her feel so many different things at once
One minute she'll be high
The next she'll be arguing with herself
Until she can't understand anything anymore and the last word is hers
But from an unknown source
She is pretty
But she doesn't know it
She won't believe it for she doesn't know how
Her head is full of so many contradicting thoughts and feelings
Like you wouldn't even believe

I sit on the step
And draw
The cold around me
Like a blanket,
Savouring the numbness
And the heat
That begins within.
Swallowed by the night
Drunk on wine
And stars.
Hot tears on cold cheeks.
Seasoning for
Chapped lips
Stinging
Bringing fresh tears.
I take refuge
In the silence,
Under the gaze of
Sympathetic eyes.
My friends.
My constant companions.
Drunk on wine
And stars.

Beautiful,
such an overly used word.
How about you call them:
                                                        Stu­nning                       Delicate
                                    Magnificent                 ­   Lovely                    Radiant
                            ­  Enticing                                                       ­                    Exquisite
                           Tantalizing                                                      ­                   Dazzling
                                 Wonderful                                                        ­      Mesmerizing
                                               ­  Alluring                                          Ravishing
                                                          Captiv­ating            Enthralling
                                    ­                                      Enchanting

How about you call them something other than beautiful?

*-c.a.

Even the idea was worthy of a fight
and all too much preparation.
We dolled ourselves up for alienation,
even though the faces present
were so familiar and etched into memory.

Who are you Mr.Cool?
If that is your real name.
Whiskey breath and filterless smokes
only impresses the girls in the movies,
with scripts written by clueless men
like you, who can't supply injury
so they bring only insult.

You are a secretary bird,
a mime, and the copycat kid.
Trying to be a bad boy and hide
amongst the spoiled brats you claim.

Keep on burrowing and severing ties,
ravishing resources leads to ruin.

You say you've heard rumors?
Well, I've heard facts.
I've seen facts!

Your parasitic disguise will crumble
under the weight of your genuinely selfish persona.
While the company I keep will only know
the side you wished to reveal
in front of all the pretty boys and girls.