~~~


silver
string
strong
but
not
too
coy
for
the
girl
and for the boy
lovers of this wooden
box know it woos know
it talks anyone who has
the strength can be a
star can          go that
length feel the calling of
the strings? let them laugh
o yes let them sing! feel the
calling of the night? players
all will see the light!!!!!!!
strummmm!!!



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 19, 2014

Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
You're too fat
You're too tall
You're not the fairest of them all
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
You're a geek
You're too dark
You're not the fairest of them all
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why can't I be pretty like them all?
You're worthless
Not good enough
You can't be pretty like them all
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why can't I be clean like them all?
You're a cutter
A stupid b*tch
You can't be clean like them all
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Is there a reason to stay at all?
You're family hates you
You have no friends
There is no reason to stay at all
Mirror Mirror on the wall
I'm a gonner watch me fall
You deserve it
You're life is gone
You're a gonner hope you fall
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Have you seen my girl at all?
I watched her crumble
I watched her fall
Your girl is gone
All because of the mirror on the wall

She smiles up;
At the wispy winds
The cleaver sky
And the beautiful daylight.
But when she sees those colors
Of ox blood, flaxen, and marigolds
She cant help but break into a broad grin
Points, marvels, and picks
But shudders when the chaotic winds,
The toxic sky,
And that cryptic night
Arrives.
She slowly walks away
Eyes stained,
Expressionless.

MOMMY DEAREST*
sadly,
you killed everyone in your head
including the loving person i knew,
growing up with a best friend
that ended up being my mother,
and the past twelve years i watched
as you died and the heartbreak
you caused all who loved you
and by denying the help they gave you
by denying the help you needed
to accept reality the way *we have to,
and so as you've killed us all
and isolated yourself to the point
that i'd had to write your eulogy,
for you couldn't accept your life's detachment
from everyone, ties you severed yourself,
and that me being the only one left
left me with no choice
but to bury you six feet deeper
than the demons i created on my own
because I can't take care of yours too
in the fifth circle of hell
after I've escaped purgatory senses
and discovered my freedom's as a man.