Grip my wrists let the blood slip
See the world let my view rip
Why you want to see me cry
Why you want to see and feel me die
I need some distinction to get by
Love me like I'm nothing
Hold me like I'm sin
Tear me like I'm shameless
Birth me til I win

Where does hierarchy begin?
    Is it where the strong is on top,
and the weak step upon?

Where does your dignity be placed?
   Is it where your always be the winner,
no matter what, even it has bitter taste.

Is SURVIVAL really that cruel?
That some of us are just a tool,
a fool for the strong to be cool.

No, it can't be that bad
yet reality is quite sad.

Despite our hard beginnings
Life still is beautiful
that losing isn't everything.

Dignity is placed -
where you respect yourself the most
and Hierarchy isn't important
to where your love is...

© Pax

Creature of the poppy feild
What type of pain you ask I feel ?

Shades of Green and reds for show
Drink the nectar and move so slow.

Picker of the Niferous pods
The flowers bloom the croaks of frogs

Seeds will suffice in any matter
The better the pods they grow the fatter

Mothers milk some may say
couldnt survive hades any other way

the Internet
is how we met
it begins all the same
the devil in me is to blame.
again,
I have sinned
but where will it all end?
rhetorical
it may seem
historical
but like a dream
starting out fresh and new
with a flirty how do you do
and **** talk to ensue
but now with another who.
I think I am clever
dancing forever
but the devil
is not careful
with my artist's soul
swallowing me whole
not special or unique
one of many you seek
sneaking in my heart
to tear apart
when will I learn
that hell will burn

Sometimes I think I hate them all
Sometimes I don't feel at all
I live and dwell in a dark space
I call this place home
Isolation is what I've resolved to
I'm better off alone
Although grieving and sad
It's better than being heart broken
The world doesn't need me
Millions of others that live and are breathing
Sometimes I hate them all
Sometimes I don't feel at all
It's nice to be happy
But I can't find the key
It's not like happiness will just land in my hands
I feel there is a hole where my heart used to be
Bad past experiences
I laugh at horrible things
Normal people would be mad or crying
Sometimes I hate them all
Sometimes I don't feel at all
I tried to grasp the thing I needed
But I just don't have the understanding
For showing so much sensitivity and weakness
Just opening your mind
Letting other people crawl inside

I am quivering
With fear
At the little lumps
That have appeared.

And I am terrified
Of rhyming.

Death; will have us beautifully
Rotting, morphing, transforming
Into a dripping, bloodless
Enemy of life.
I've never been afraid of feeding worms
Only holding their slime encased bodies
Out of the sheer thought of hurting their
Extravagant ability to care for the earth...

A trait humans don't feel in their fingernails.

I might lose my hair
But I've been collecting dress-up wigs
Since I was a baby girl playing dolly,
Dressing as the fairy queen princess who ruled the world.
I might lose my hair,
But I'm afraid of fighting this alone.
Solitude was the perfect cup of warm tea
And a fluffy blanket on a stormy day...
and now...
And now it has me shivering out of my skin.

I have transformed since our last
Conversation.
I have grown this ever brightening light
And I am learning so much about me...
Too much perhaps...
Too much and not enough about
These two little lumps.