My butte shall pry wood today
That she's barely enchanted by egress and
Will grant a peaceful way.
As veracity comes so nigh in her ancients
That now convenes with her in paradise
But her love is banally tragic
Round haunts she's claimed forthright
Yet she is newly aplomb in nature
And her love is a dement today
That cast a circle upon the great day.

Step one: DONT DO ****
(Especially if this mental disorder is really a drug induced psychosis causewd by **** with a hint of illuminate induced fibrosis)( but we don't talk about that)
Step two: if step one fails don't panic
Step three: stay cool don't get frantic
You may have increased the voices HP
from 87 to a million plus three
Strength doesn't matter just remember this key
1. The voices are not you friends
They want to see you hurt
Screaming for the pain to end
Through minipulation and lies
They get your trust on their side
Just to beat you down
Chained, whipped, and gag tied
2. They will always try to bully you
Don't react that is a bully's food
Train your brain to not care about a thing, it's strange to not care but caring will just lead you to a knife and a vein just screaming for them to go away
But the more you threaten the more they gain.
3.(step3 maybe??). Try not to give them the time of day use books or music to keep them away. And if you feel a need to reply a witty insult or a your mom joke will do just fine
(Refer to section 2 not caring)
4. As you can see I am as sane as sane can be, or at I appear to be on the outside at least.

Follow these steps and I promise the progress that you profoundly seek
Will be in you grasps within a week
You you money back( no guarantee)

*** on the bathroom sink
Back then at the retreat,
Time was spent getting married
Or being carried
Off to a hospital bed

There were
Shattered knee caps on hardwood floors and
Hands dipped in jealousy, coming out as green
(Or a tortured, teenage lesbian)

Aluminum barrels of smooth poison
And glass bowls of hydroponic hand holding
It was a day spent breaking the law, somewhere past coherence
A void in which we fall beneath the affection of strangers

Shooting up skirt in the shower, and keys in the trash
Hey, it's all better than drinking and driving
Or sinking and thriving
In the marsh of your own oblivion

Stupid boys and their razor blades
Stupid girls and their glass shards

No one holds hands anymore, there's just too much blood

Doesn't gold look so beautiful?
Or rather so shiny?
Oh yes! It does,  in many eyes

But yet, to some,
Its simplify a collection of atoms,
Reflecting yellow light from the sun

And yet again,  to others,
Its worth a look, a thought may be,
Because, ITS GOLD!

My darling I say,
Any great person is worth more than the looks
Its the unseen value that makes a good wife

The waterlilies
Float above graceful Koi fish
White and cherry red
Amongst ripples cast through ponds
Of alternate dimensions

Whilst white sakura
Flow like the wind through long hair
Outside car windows
During the sunniest days
Of an endless rain season

Clouds glide across sky
Like those wet waterlilies
In search of lost time
Yearning for life in the warm
Recesses of all-being

Long arms of moonlight are stretching out
To the gigantic ocean,
For touching those soft curls
Of her mahogany coloured hair.
Eyes more azure
Than Pacific's quiet dream
Glowing too bright,
Embarrassing the fluorescence of water.
Resting hands on the fair *******
She is floating on her back
Gazing at the blessed purple sky.
While silvery cream of starlets
Is nourishing every wet curve
Of her slender body, with
Gentle caress.
But the unfortunate humans are
Still unable to witness
The mystery of her beauty,
Which is carefully confined
Inside the secret chest of Mariana Trench.