I am the girl
Who does want to smile
Not because I
Amsad
Angery
Or
Whatever
But just because you are
Not special enough to see
Me smile.

Every day
after the pub
I see this tree
With the Jacko lanterns face
On it
Is it carved or
Shove it in
The face haunts
Me
So one day I go visit the Facebook tree
To see for myself
With out driving by it.

My
Hand
Holding
A piece of
Mirror
No
I am
Not going to
Do something
Stuoid
I
Hold it
I love the perfect triangle of the shard
Then I put it down
And go on my way
Triangles are my favorite
Shape

As I see on imvu
Another
Teenager
Calls me Demeaning names
Fighting words
And claims to have had
Relations
With my love
I know this is a
Pile to split us apart
Not happening.

Gharsheeelish to hell
Where everything is dark
And seems like an endless halloween
The flames are everywhere
Making candles out of pots and trees talk
This will be emotional young Dante

As the fog
Rolls down the hills
Like a friendly
Ghost
Out
Princess mononoke
I am star struck
At the beauty

In the Ninth circle
Of Hell
I ealk
The frozen path of
The ****** until I see a cold
Yes cold pit of flames
Where the resttry to
Get warm
With no success