Old words are meant to be thrown away
they're like snake venom throughout your body
all the old, faded words you wished

were never written

I'm glad someone stole my old journal full of poems
because I am a new person now

a new pen writing on a brand new page
the page clings to me, and I to it,
and together we make beautiful new work

talking about the one who makes your heart sing
and the past that has hurt you, but you finally overcame it

that's the thing about old words

they're meant to be thrown away

-m.a.

Moon lights up the night with that Cheshire smile
In the
Black
Blue
Bruised sky

Stars shine in
Paralyzed combustion
And I get the notion
To never move again

How could the day compare
To a beauty so rare?
The sun will always rise in time
But each night is one of a kind
And here I am amongst the trees
Hear their praises in the breeze
As they reach up to Heaven
Longing to be lifted
While we both stand rooted
In Hell

The lights blurr together with every tear that fills my eyes
Knowing one day I'll fly forever
When God paints my star in the sky

I feel the pleasent creep of
Possibility
Sort of like a
Euphoric serenity

And I can feel it in my veins

A breathtaking surge
You can't deny
But won't be sure
If time is a pawn,
Cruel in its waste,
You and I are as hollow as
The threat of
Check mate.

Honestly sometimes I miss it
The friends
The food
The care
But then I remember how nice it was to walk outside
How weird it was to walk into a store by myself
How odd it was to have access to knifes
Everyone says they care
And for the most part they do
But you're the only one that has to deal with the darkness all the time
I miss the constant care
People making sure I was safe
Now I have to make sure I'm safe
And as much as I want to be alive
I want to be dead
But it's okay because struggling means I'm living and I can't loose anything by living
Dying will always be there