Everyone's a poet
Some simply have no clue,
But answer me one question;
What is a poet to you?

For me a Poet is a person,
a place, or thing;
To bring out such emotion
To make you cry or sing.

I know it may seem crazy,
But Darling look around;
A picture tells a story
Without a single sound.

A flower whispers truth
So softly in the ear
Of every child to close their eyes
So their hearts can hear.

A simple stone; grey and new
Could bring a proud man to his knees.
From his fathers name engraved;
Each letter tangled in his grief.

An unused baby blanket
Folded neatly in a woman's lap
Whispers what could've been
Of her child who will 'ever nap.

A sunrise over water
Rushing quickly past a bridge;
'Ever sings the tender stories
Of a young couple's marriage.

A man who neither speaks nor hears
Sits at home 'ever lonely,
But in a book upon his desk
He's etched vibrant sounds into his story.

You see, everyone's a poet
Some simply have no clue,
But answer me one question;
What is a poet to you?

-ARI

Sleepy sleepy lullaby
Im ready ready, time to die
**** me, **** me
In my sleep
Run your tallons
Real real deep
Take me please
I ask real nice
Please **** me **** me
Gouge my eyes
Choke me, scratch me
Pull my hair
Cut me open, blood everywhere
I’ll ask again
Real real nice
Please **** me
In my sleep tonight

Perhaps he'll breathe.
Just wait a moment, just-
Wait a few more.
Don't call anyone.
There's no need to.
He'll breathe.
Just wait a moment, just-
Wait a few more.
Don't start crying.
There's no need to.
He'll breathe.
Just wait a moment, just-
Wait a few more.
Don't move.
There's no need to.
He'll breathe.
Just wait a moment, just-
Wait a few more.

There she was.
Suspended in water,
The fireman's daughter.

There she sank.
Over in that lake,
In the middle of a quake.

There she screamed.
With no one to hear her,
With no one near her.

There she fought.
Clutching at life,
Impaled on a knife.

There she died.
A thieving botched,
As a little boy watched.

There she was.
There she died,
As a little boy cried.

The monster comes with darkness,
With shadows and with night.
A hand to keep me quiet,
Another to halt my flight.
Boots to give me bruises,
That don't stop 'til I see white.
The monster comes with darkness,
And goes away in the light.

The monster hides from sunshine,
Creeps into my soul.
I try to keep it tucked away,
But to ruin me is its goal.
People see it within me,
See my eyes turn to coal.
The monster hides from sunshine,
Inside its pre-made hole.

The monster saps the strength from me,
The strength to appear in the light.
It only happens sometimes,
But the monster likes to bite.
And when the people ask me,
"Why must you always fight?"
The monster saps the strength from me,
To tell them of my plight.