People make me insane.

People keep me sane.

Got it?
Get it?

Good.

When I think of you
I am at rest
I will run to you
In every storm and test
For you are creator
And always know best

Dear, Sadistic Spawn of Satan
Your soul is rotten,
And everybody knows it,
accept you.

The stench of your soul,
Perfumes the whole room with toxin.

Your beautiful body,
Rejects your rotten soul,
By thrusting you into a violent madness,
That scorns and uses and bruises,
The innocent souls around,
Poisoning them with your slimy hatred,
Rotten.

In short
You are a *****

You know what?
At this point I'm doing it for me
Because I know
No matter how much I succeed
You will always find a fault

You know what?
I'm done
I'm done doing this for you
I'm done living in fear
Of you

I'm done going out of the house
With bruises and scrapes,
Not physical ones of course
Because once you hit me in the face
And that almost put you in jail
Your place,
But bruises and scrapes on my soul

Every foul word you utter
Pounds into me like golf ball sized hail
Every sacrilegious rant is like your fingers
Digging into me with fingernails
Every glare is spit in my face

So I'm no longer going to care about this place
I am going to suceed and fly far away
From your razor wire cage
Because as much as you want to keep me as your pretty little pet
Unlike your husband
You haven't clipped my wings yet!

And you never will
Because in a year
When I fly away
I will never come back

Because I have never needed you
And your ****
You can rot in hell
You controlling *****

The xanthe poppy
springs out from the fertile land
God smiles, now happy

I didn't want to fall in love
Or need someone
I really didn't want anything.
But then you appeared
And I started wanting everything

The apples of her smiling face
Shine like fresh dew drops on a spring morning
Light emits from her eyes
Like twinkling stars in the dusky night
Her lashes surround her bright eyes
Like sprays of wild flowers
They flutter as she laughs
And her laugh
Oh her laugh!
Melodic and sweet
Fills her with warnth
From her head to her feet
And whenever she comes near
Glowing
And full of light like the sun
You can't help but love her
Full of gaiety and fun
Her whole being is like
A fresh breath of spring
Lily Lande
My light
Always shining