I will not mortalize them by name or rhyme
Or paint their character with prose
they are the spiteful, bitter ones
the same ones everybody knows

"You read,

like a book.",

he said.

"But wherever

shall I start?"

"In the middle",

I said.

"All good books

should be read in

the middle first."

"Where is the middle?",

he asked.

"Now.",

"Our story starts now."

I found myself wandering
through a woods near my home
and I relized that I
for once
started to feel alone
Like the leaves beneath my feet
the rustle was just there
both things present yes,
but neither I really cared

As my walk continued
I stumbled upon a creek
a beautiful blissful babbeler
Winding through the trees
to me it seemed that it was a sight
that few before me had seen
I only wished I had someone
besides the leaves beneath my feet
to share a place so beautiful and so discrete...

The trees they mocked me
each branch had many more
to share the blissful sight
of and eagle taking a soar
and every step further that I took
I realized even more
That loneliness digs deeper
Then your deepest inner core

I've wandered through this woods
Since many years ago
and though I've tried to find someone
no one really knows
what started as just a thought
has consumed where I go
Now I truly understand what it's like to be alone.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?**

    Fairest of them all you ask? Your question seems unfair.  
    Am I to pick the brilliant mind, or she with pretty hair?
  
    One who stands and fights for all the things she finds unjust?
    Or for the one that gets a second look, the one that all do lust?

    She who amuses you greatly, that girl with the sharpest wit?
    Or the one with the "perfect" body, that a size two would fit?

   She who will stand and take a bullet in her religion's name?
   Or her with no talent, and yet still strives for constant fame?

   Fairest of them all you ask, this is the wrong question indeed!
   You need to look inside yourself to find the answer that you need...