Sometimes I wish I was ignorant,
Of all hurt in the world,
Of all the bad people are capable of.
After all, ignorance is bliss...right?

The abbreviation for education is
corruption of the imagination.

The corruption of education is
the abbreviation of imagination.

Beauty is not measured by how well you can paint a mask onto your vulnerable naked face.
It's not the price tag on your clothes,
or even how many whistles you get in a day.

Beauty is measured by
perseverance,
courage,
and kindness.

Once a girl has mastered all three she will no longer need her paint.

She smiled and they all dropped to their knees.
She wished them happy and they never frowned again.
She gave them wealth and they never felt struggle.
She gave them health and they never felt fever.
She gave them warmth and they never felt a chill.

          She gave them love...
                               and got nothing in return.

And it occurred to me then,
how ironic it was.
They want nothing but the best,
and nothing less.
They want the most,
and we find it gross.
Parents, adults, anyone.
They want us to have more than they ever did.
But they lie and cheat.
Always what is "best".

I'm scared of this word.
It hurts to go unsaid.
But means too much to whisper.
I say it everyday.
Yet never have I once heard it in its purist form.
       I say it as an apology.
       I say it as a compliment.
       I say it as revenge.
But never have I once said it to someone meaning more.
It doesn't sound right in my voice, no more than in a casual tone.
But I want you to whisper it from the top of the world.
      To every one we don't know.
Even if I'm too afraid to say it back.

My princess isn't sweet.
She isn't innocent, not in the way one would think.
She doesn't wear a dress.
Her face is caked with lines of wars waged against herself, eyes deep with the understanding of real hunger.
Real pain.
And she knows it more than most.
She wears a wall of steel around her heart, with a moat to protect her mind too.
She can't be saved by a boy.
She can't be saved by a kiss..

These demons hide behind my eyes,
they are my disguise.
Trailing behind all my lies,
becoming my demise.

And in our darkest hour,
we can really learn our power.
We could scream of shout,
we can truly learn our doubt.

I’d like to think I’m the type of person that only speaks when they have something valuable to say, but I doubt that’s true because there have been many times when I just manage to say the worst possible things.
Sometimes when people ask me for my opinions I say something I don’t necessarily agree with just to have said something.  Time to think something over, I can usually come up with something poetic and cute that truly displays my real feelings.
I really care a lot about what I have to say but I’m usually too afraid to say it, in fear others will negatively judge me.
I have so much to say and so much I care about but it’s never the right time, or I just can’t put it into words. I don’t want my words to be just noises and scribbles.
People can judge you based on the way you look and how you dress, but if you have something to say, people will listen. Speaking and communication is how we survive as humans, now more than ever.
And I can never seem to find the right words.

Wear your crown of injustice like a noose.
I hope it chokes the life from your eyes, burns a hole in your heart, and darkens your soul to a black only you will understand.
For all that you've done,
all that you've caused,
you deserve to endure all the pain this world has to offer.

And when Death finally comes for you,
to claim the soul that has tainted so many others,
he will find only a skeleton.
The mere remains of a human so cruel.

I step out for a minute.
Out of my shoes,
my clothes,
my skin.
GO. GO.
Away. Anywhere.
Run as fast as you can, just not here.
But regretfully I turn back to see my shell standing alone,
in the midst of all my pain.
I can't leave her there.
Not there.
Not with them, in that place.
I tip-toe back hoping she hasn't noticed my absence.
In my soul I reassure her that I won't ever leave again.
She needs me, or I need her.
Either way, I can't leave...

The difference between you and I is when all I really want to do is cry,
                                 I laugh.
When I really want to scream,
                                I smile.
And when I think I can't make it one more day,
   I always seem to take another step.

If you thought that I would be weak after you,
that I would ache for you back
and need your attention like a small child,
you're wrong.

I don't need you.
Or anyone else.
You'll only get in my way..

And did I ever tell you about that night,
that night long ago,
about the girl whom no one knows?
She hurt and she loved,
but she never knew what for

And on this night,
this night long ago,
she screamed up to the sky,
in all her vain and all her pity she cursed the God who let her fall.

Why?
She begged.
To see me broken and alone? To laugh at my woes and to see me lose all?

And on this night,
this night long ago,
When her soul became adrift to her,
the sky simply whispered:
**To Learn

Home isn't always the place you were born,
       it can be a moment in time,
            when you know who you are.