Sanity is knowing, there is no such thing as sanity.

I am
      just a
               lovable ghost.

This name I get called by my host.
Here one minuet...
                                  gone the next,
   Though
                          I never came,
                          and never I left.

He more than anything else
Craved normality
So he kissed her
While thinking about *him

A small slow creak and a shadow peeks,
Behind an unexpecting corner.
You close your eyes, but to your surprise when you open,
The shadow is gone,
But a presence you can sence around every turn,
The conditions right in the dead of night with a
fierce howling wind,
And soon you realize through sloppy tears the danger is swiftly drawing closer!
Creak.. Creak... Creak!
The lump in your gut, seemed to force you out of your frozen rut.
The edrenelin took over then!
Relying on touch for your eyes were usless from crying too much.
The beat of your heart stretched from your ears to your feet.
Your arms flailed and your feet flew,
But still you felt the hot breath on your neck it was
the end you just knew.
A nervous tremor in your leg threw you forward right onto your back.
Instantly your eyes traveled to the onyx bulbs of death that stared you down,
Cloaked completely in black.
As he reached a boney hand around your throat,
It didn't matter you couldn't breath either way,
Just when you could see the light of savior...
It spoke...
The most sinister slither slid out of his covered lips "I'll see you in hell." A small smile was then visible through his mask.
From sheer fright I gasped my last breath of air, and out of the strangest things to cross my mind all I could think is 'goodnight.'

High strung and shaking
Body? no, mind aching
Feet chasing,
Heart racing,
Memory making,
Love craving,
Soul.
               *restless, and
                               full of pain

Samantha was caring, Samantha was kind,
but sadly she fell for the wrong guy.
He said he loved her, and she was such a find.
You'd never guess he was amonster in disguise.
The bruises, and pain; she lived in fear.
Clinging on to the "hope" she lasted a year.
He the ventriloquist watched his puppet swing.
Samantha couldent escape her "masters" string.

The waves splash on expecting shores,
The proud seabird called out to his brothers,
And the wind as still as a ravens eye.
The day falls ,and gets back up as night.
Silent and slow the boat rocks to and fro.
There fate was sealed, as they slept away.
The sweet murmur began softly at first,
The wonderful serenade grew louder ,grew closer,
But when the morning rang again.
The boat was gone.

We were soaked in rain water
    Cemented to the ground
                              -----
         We couldn't say goodbye
                              -----
 A forest was shaking around us    
The wind howling louder than beasts
                              -----
              Yet there we stood
                              -----
Our eyes showed the tempest
    The unavoidable storm

I guess a life of ease isn't meant for a sinner like me.

So many times I've tried,
                             and so many times I've died.*

Bringing myself up every time
from the ashes of the past,
they burn with such sinister intensity.
Because hatred fuels the dancing flames,

                             *but I now know.
                     I am the Phoenix.

I know that I did this to myself
subconsciously and silently
repulsive and frightening
to all but the select few
minds whom run on delusion

I'll never tell you how I feel
the way I've lived my short years
Smile of the lips, cadence in my walk
I'm never honest when you want to talk
Ill say this and that, but my words will lack
Because what I mean, I always take back
I'm not trying to be mean, with you I'm not mad
Just right now, my thoughts are rather sad
I'll never tell you how I feel

If I had to pick
my favorite thing to do
Why of course
my love I would say
Spending all the time
I can with you

I now close my book on the last three chapters.
Tears will fall, but I won't forget the laughter.
Day to day we worked together; joining together.
I won't lie we encountered turbulent weather.
United we sang, so united we will stay, always
I closed three chapters of my life just today.

On this old red carpet I once laid,
For five years and five days.
Every day I would lay on my own,
But I never really was alone.

The rich warmth on this ground.
Much like a quilt would surround.
I would block out all the sound,
Just laying on the carpet; the ground.

When the sixth day showed its color,
The measurements showed I was taller.
The magic in my world was gone.
All to the fault of the sixth dawn.

I revisit again wishing I was then.
On the red carpet the way I'd been.
Sometimes I like how the past can be.
Forever on the old red carpet will be me.

A nation so starved for love
so willing to strangle it out of any space they can grasp
but too selfish to give any of their own
Afraid there will be none left

A people so oblivious to those around too caught up in our own lives to realize
some of us don't come from loving homes of warmth
but prisons with blood wardens with cold eyes


No some of us would rather die and some of us have searching for that one moment to change it all
That one second that proves were not transparent but just alive as everyone
For a hand to reach or heart that holds
Just a moment in the story of our life

With every year that I age,
        My mind grows two,
    Maybe that's why,
              I used to love you,
                               .......
             *And you used to love me too.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray I'm not in too deep.
I just always end invested.
The feelings never leave me rested.
I toss and turn every night,
Just hoping that you're alright.
Why do I have to be so nice.
I've made this mistake more than twice.
I'm afraid it's too late to change.
I've always been a bit strange.
It's probably my largest fall,
But I guess it's not bad at all.
It's because of you my mind's mayhem,
Thank you lord, amen

Wide azure eyes and a goofy grin
Dark brown orbs tinted with sin*
Our spirits may differ
But our souls are twins

Have you ever cried to the sky
Throat ripped raw from asking "why?"
Only to be answered by the deathly silence
Then be left alone to grant your own solace

Life to me is like taking a swim,
No matter how calm or peaceful the water looks,
Dangers hide in the current.
Life will pull you under,
Sinking deeper into the waves that crash.
You kick hard fighting the water,
desperately you try and grap hold of anything.
You're running out of air and time.
So you latch on to the person that isn't submerged.
You grab hard, pull hard,
But instead of bringing yourself up,
You just pulled someone down.
And as you sink slowly to the bottom,
You regret what you did.
But you can't fix it now,
It's far to late.
Because life is like taking a swim.

I remember when we
Would just walk
Would just talk
Just to pass the flimsy hours

Oh how the sun taunted us
Rosy cheeks
Moon meek
The best time of my life

Too soon I was alone where we
Would just walk
Would just talk
Those hours seemed precious now

No more pink cheeks
Pale and white
Oh a fright
I couldn't accept goodbye

They say the time will come
When I run
When I have fun
For me the clocks seemed to stop

To me love,
Is an enigma.
Ive never seen it work.
A tooth and nail battle,
Between who's to blame.
Its always outside its cage,
Wreaking havoc,
Causing pain.

To others love,
Is a rising sun,
So beautiful in the sky,
But if you're early,
You must wait,
And if you're late,
You must wait to try,
A whole other day.

its
cloaked in red
100 feet tall
1000 feet small
rough to the touch
but to tempt me
oh the sweet smell
just there to give me hell
sometimes a cube
sometimes a rock
but to me in my life
its writers block

A broken family,
Creates broken hearts,
And broken hearts,
Tear families apart,
A torn apart family,
Is considered broken,
The cycle goes on and on,
Never slowing.

And in my mind your words burn deep, imprinting my every step away, from the fire that you started, with the shreds of my heart...
                 "...Thank you for teaching me early on,
                                 that others cannot be trusted."

It's not that no one listens
Or even notice
It's that she's afraid
That if she try's to reach out
Or begin to speak up
She'll be turned away

And yeah,
Maybe it hurt more than I lead on
And yeah,
It still does hurt in every way as before
But now,
I know that everything is temporary
And that,
Is what makes everyday worth it
                             and then some~

delicate...
             beautiful...
     deceiving...
                          tempting you to touch.
                                                                  though the petals be soft,
                                          the thorns cut,
                            deep.