Bullet-proof vests
Won't be able to contain
The **** I have prepared
For you and your ******* team
Of roundabout ways
And undue leave.

Bullet-proof scars
Aren't worth noting,
Because I remember gladly,
Clear and true,
Just what I did
To you.

Bullet-proof hearts
Are so clearly fake
As destroying your life source
Is as easy as destroying the plague.

This* is what I'm made for,
Creating characters
With little more than
Imagination,
An image,
Paint and brushes*
I'm in my element,
Horror,
Creepy or just plain gore,
I've got the equipment?
And I shall create away

Halloween
Is getting ever closer dear
Rest your pretty little head
And lay out the treats
For all the tricks you'd prefer to miss
While I purge the night away!

Is that the applause of the leaves
I hear outside my window
Or just the rain
Tapping out a tune to the wind?

Ah, how the stars gleam
With the knowledge of a million years
And billion other more.

Ah, how the stars shout
With the knowledge of a million deaths
And billion other more.

Ah, how the stars sing
With the knowledge of a million songs
And billion other more.

Ah, how the stars love
With the knowledge of a million humans
And billion other more.

His raven eyes would never see the light of day,
His heart as dark as the blacked out moon,
The weapons he mastered smelted down,
The children he fathered lost and found,
You wanted to see him locked up tight,
You couldn't have known he took his life,
Judge and Jury found him innocent,
Judge and Jury faced a fight,
Public policy said this wasn't right
Public policy told a story
Of the man that captured several views
Of several thousand million different few
That bothered to listen to the man
That changed the earth
For the better of our children.

Moonlight, Starlight,
Twinkle Bear Blue,
I've got a spell,
That's perfect for you,
One drop of night,
One ray of day,
And the joy of owning
Your very first kite,
Moonlight, Starlight
Little *Bear Blue.

It all happened so quickly.
The shock, the tears,
The pain.
I wish you and your family the best,
That everything will turn out alright in the end,
Even though the time is tough
And the tears will fall,
We will stand tall,
For you.
For your family.
For the justice you deserve.

Hollow man,
Weak man,
Stupid man made of flesh and doubt,
Silly man, don't do that,

Hollow man,
Home man,
Choke man with rope around neck,
Finally man, please get down,

*Hollow man,
Hollow man,
Come close quick,
Hey man, you hollow man,
Feel the pain again!

A glassful of orange
And a plateful of eggs
Spiced up pepper
And the tang of chili
A room full of teens
And a wedding full of adults
Sweetened down candles
And the reeking nip of cake
Nostrils flaring
And watering mouths
Throats burning
And stomachs grumbling
People eat
And they can smell
The sweet, sweet shell
Of a rhubarb treat

We've all got time to
Sit.
Wait.
Ponder.
But everybody's time is different.
Sometimes we use our time to
Ponder.
Sit.
Wait
Or maybe
Wait.
Ponder.
Sit.
The truth is, whether we make our time to fit either third category,
We all still have time to do them.
Time to sit down and wait for the time that pondering
Just becomes a figment
Of our imagination.

I danced for the eyes of others
And joked that they couldn't do as good

I danced so I could prove them wrong
And laughed when they stumbled like the jerks they were

I danced to grab your attention
And noted that someone else's dance seemed far more important.

If I was to write
Something so terribly drastic
I would get asked
Question upon
Question
And if I was to write
Something so terribly amazing
I would be praised
Compliment upon
Compliment.
Yet...
Instead, I write this,
Because that hardly happens
And instead I am left
Wondering doubt upon
Doubt.

You inspired her to write again.
To see the pure in what she wrote.
She'll still have days of doubt, of course, but...
*This song.
It catches the tears in her throat,
Causes her to think about the things she's done,
What she could do,
And all the things she aspires to be.

Surely you would notice
If your heart was crushed,
Piece by piece.
So why can't you see
Mine had been missing
For a long while?

If every age lasted a decade
And I spent them all alone
I think I'd get rather lonely
Still, since I'm alien to you
I'll sit and listen to music instead
Because at least I can understand that
More than you can me.

We all have to grow up some day
Get a job,
Earn money,
All that jazz.
It's funny,
Because it comes sooner
And more quickly,
Way scarier
Than some of us realise.
It dawns on us
Like a tidal wave on an unsuspecting village,
Or hurricane that didn't show on the radar.
Just think,
Everyone grows up.
Even if we don't want to.

Sometimes we have to let
Things from our past go
Stop reminiscing
To make way
For future memories
And even more great things.

I cannot begin to comprehend
The stupidity of people that think
I care about them
And their opinion
When they don't agree
With what
I have
To say.

If your voice is a drug,
Your singing a natural high,
Then let me inject your mouth
Into my veins.

If my knee high converse are making you nervous
*Don't worry. It's not the boots that bite. It's the face that does.

We played frisbee on green
Acting the age of teens
Drinking alcohol and air
The time is late
As we troop through the gate
And go home
Our group laughing at the fun we had
Throughout the night

Blue and yellow
Pink and green
Red and purple
Outdoor and furniture
Indoor and grass
Attic and basement
Nothing and something
Doesn't have to make sense
To have an impact
Does it?

The difference between
A bird and a map
Is that one knows how to read the lands
And the other
Is made for morons
Who don't know how to explore.

I upload poems and
I upload junk and
I upload words and
I upload stories and
They may not be good but
All of these things are
*Mine.

Smudging blue and red
Across our cheeks
And down our noses
Lines pointing to our necks from our chins
We're ready to beat the crap
From our chests
And the bravery from the enemy
Our war paint is something to fear
As we wear it with pride
The Red and Blue
Oozes with greatness;
A title you'll never hold.

Yawning wide
Against the tide
Of tiredness and drag

Yawning enough
To make muscles tough
Against strain and hate

Yawning small
Lesser the fall.

It's something ordinary
To love things beautiful,

But it really is something beautiful
To love the ordinary.

Quick, quick,
Catch me before I fall,
Leave me if you dare,
This rock sound playing,
It won't last long,
So quick quick,
**** me quick.

Things have changed for me,
And that's ok,
I feel the same.*
Why is it that,
Once you really listen,
You understand the words,
And they become clearer to you,
Touching your mind
In ways you wouldn't expect?

I regret not taking the chances
To do the things I wanted to do
With you.