I painted a butterfly’s wings
because its colors
clashed with my garden

It died,
so did my garden

Sometimes I can be so very stupid
Sometimes I speak before I think
Sometimes I listen to the wrong part of me
Sometimes I act like an ***
Sometimes I don’t use common sense
Sometimes I see more in things than there really is
Sometimes I hurt the one person I love
Sometimes I bring pain to her without trying
Sometimes I am such a fool
Always I am sincerely sorry

Be it bliss or sorrow...
...This too, shall pass tomorrow.

teenagers are constantly breaking
underneath the strain of potato chips
and fake ***;

plastic johns lining the house party outside.
All there is to do is drink
sparkling grape juice and wake up
sticky-eyed from nightmare tears.

Ah, another day
trapped like bears in a little zoo
and fighting with sharpened fingernails;
with animal growls.
Another one bites a strawberry
to make their mouth drip blood red.

It’s paradise in our happy school
And there’s nobody here.
I got up to sharpen my pencil and saw
the silent desks,
empty toilet stalls.

There’s no one to talk to
in this lonesome hell.

Do u care for me
  If u did u would talk to
  Me or least try to make an
  Effort
   I'm done doing the work
  Making an effort

Love Detect

Have you seen love?
no-no I mean seen love
Not a fake scene love?
But real love,
Mean love,
Not what you see on the screen love,
I mean brings you to your knees love
That you scream I scream we scream love,
Real love,
No that sneaking through the window just to see how it feels love
Don't use her up,
Don't steal Love,
But Real Love,
That spend your last penny and then rebuild love
I need that fight
We argue and still love
Put her first,
Let her go first,
That Yield Love,
That nothings perfect,
It hurts ****,
But its still love
Have you seen love,
That sweet love,
Cream love,
That Mad Love,
Blow Steam love,
That as long as I have you,
I'll protect love,
I detect love,
I'm looking for love
Have you seen love?

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.