I'm empty inside.
Please stop trying to help.
I'm fine.
I'm just *empty.

I thought,
That maybe, just maybe,
You were interested in the workings of my mind.
How it ticked and tocked.
Why the emotions ricked and rocked.
When the creations exploded out,
In a scurrying storm,
I acted insane;
Gloriously insane.
But yet,
The initial hope
And wear of my first-seen happiness
Has grown too tacky and lifeless
For the likes of you,
Because what I am?
What I have become, created and exposed
Through time and written notes?
*You don't enjoy it like the way you used to.

Even the best of us
Get suicidal

You want to fight? Fine.
Swing your punch, hit my face,
Nose getting ******,
Eyes swelling to the colour of purple grapes,
The hate of your punch clear
In the arrogant way you stand.

You want to fight? Fine.
You'll never beat the fury out of my words.

Wish upon a star;
Go on, fly away far;
Home is ever so lonely now;
Both painful and true;
You left, quite out of the blue;
My child, please come home;
I'll play all your favourite games;
Even the one in the frightful brown mud!
Cold and alone;
This house full of memories;
I want to go with you;
Oh, please take me away;
Aren't the tales real?
Pirates and Pan and Lost Boys too?

Green eyes glint
In the shadows of night
All-knowing
Ever-present
Behind the curtains
In the trees
The eyes of the painting
Following you wherever you go

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

They grew old,
A story was told,
Of laughter,
Of happiness,
And a story of woe,
But still,
They grew old together,
Loved,
And died.

Expression guarded
Hate hidden

Hands ******
Nails digging in

Heart made of stone
Breaking in two

Insides churning
Head hurting

Emotions wild
I'm an angered child

Tension crackles
Full on tackle

Curled in a ball
Why can't I stand tall?

It's stupid
I'm weak

Truth is a disgusting alibi
*Expression guarded.
Hate hidden.

Don' be scared
Of using those words
In your head
*You're the only one in there

Here's to growing up,
To the young, the sad and the lonely,
Here's to growing up!
To the fairly old and wrinkled,
Here's to go growing up,
Where life is not so simple,
*Here's to growing up!

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!

Oh honey, please.
I'm so done with your *******.

Sometimes I get the urge to hug someone,
Really tight,
Not in a romantic way,
Just to feel someone caring for me as I do them,
Their arms like iron bars,
But as I said,
Not in a romantic way,
A way to prove that hugs are awesome,
And completely acceptable to hug for no reason,
Even if it's longer than expected,
Not in a romantic way,
Because I love you, friend,
More than the term friend warrants.
You're my sister.

If Life is but a dream,
Then I wish to wake up
And live in the harsh truth
Of reality and pain

Children are playing in the pools of tyrant kings,
Who died during the war,
Of justice, lust and fear,
The need for starvation and death are the shining little gems in the hearts of the Kings Queens,
Inhale the sweat of broken toys,
Who knew no more than heartless throwings,
And kiddies puberty which makes them forget,
The fun that they had,
Oh inhale, inhale, in jail,
Gang tattoos are removed,
So death wouldn't be nigh.

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.

Is that a smile I see on your face?

It's all ok now,
It's over,
One last kiss,
One last touch,
And it's over.
It's over.
Please let your breath fade
And wash over the pain,
Because it's over.
It's all ok.

I'm just another angry kid to you,
I'm just another kid whose problems
Are just meaningless
In the reality of things.

I'm just another angry kid to you,
I'm just another kid whose problems
Are wrapped around me,
In the tightest shell I could create.

I'm just another angry kid to you.
My problems are *worthless.

Fingertips rest against the cool ebony
Seeking keys but playing no sound
Listening over and over again
To the hidden meanings
Of the chosen tune
Words flow out
Of her red lips
Performing
Singing
Dying
*Dead.

Kudos to you for being a soldier.
Kudos to them for fighting for their rights.
Kudos to us for not being afraid (or being afraid for all the right reasons).
Kudos for the children.
Kudos for the adults.
Kudos for the people of earth for surviving yet another day.

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

Light filters through the windows
Like a little moth
Or pretty butterfly

It floods the dawn
Drowning the hopeful and the tired
Like a cup of sweet tea

Light melts the doubt
Of the depressed
And the lonely

Light,
Beautiful in the daytime
Milky in the moonlight

I want to lock myself away
And never come out again
For fear of the light
And of the people
Who shall criticise
My actions

Loud.
Louder.
Even louder.
You'll never get it.
The louder the music?
The quicker the sadness goes away.

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.

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.

Not too long ago,
Facebook and Twitter and other Social Networks
All seemed a novelty
A truce amongst unimaginative
Teens and kids and adults too

Whatever happened
To romantic paper printed notes
The blotched ink that actually meant something

Now it is loveless postings
And fake marriages
And fake relationships

This is all thanks
To the brain-cell killing
'Media'

Mellow.*
It's such a peaceful word.
Don't you think so too?
Reminds me of the smoothest stone,
Stepping in from the cold at night,
Clutching onto the warmth,
Making you feel ever so *mellow.