2011:

Here and there, you called my name
For this is what you christened me
“Maple is a hurricane.”
Here and there you called my name.
Face to face, you’ll ascertain
That this is not the truth, you’ll see
I’m not a ******* hurricane
For this is what you christened me.



2015:

Hear, and where you called my name –
Abyss is what you christened me.
Oh, “Maple is a hurricane!”
Said puppeteer’s overt reframe.
Braced and faced, they’ll ascertain
That this just YOUR truth – decreed
You sought a ******* hurricane
Within YOURSELF; yet, christened ME.**



HURRICANE MEDUSA, *******.

far too young

to
be
this
**OLD

What does one do in vacant hours
When night descends its sable tapestry
And the past knocks on this window?

There was a calm before the storm
the last time you said you loved me, it got dark and my mind said to "take cover now"
It came rushing in like you came rushing in my room when I took a whole bottle of pain pills one night, rain fell from my eyes that flooded my pillow with 12 inches of tears
Thunder shattered my heart as if it was the the glass in the picture frame you gave to me.
Lighting struck so hard in my body reminding me how much you were in me.
The next morning everybody woke up and saw the damage you had done to me.

I told my friend that I wanted to **** myself and she said that I needed to talk to my mom about it, So I just walk up to my mom and say "Hi mom, I want to **** myself how was your day?" It's not that easy, A family who thinks you're happy and always likes to sleep because your "lazy" This one time I tried to tell my mom I wanted to take my life and it didn't work, My sister came in the room and was being the good kid as always and then they both walked out of my room. Leaving me with suicidal on my mind while their laughing in the other room, I look at myself in the mirror but as I look closer I can't find myself, as if I was invisible.

I might scoop you
from that ***,
or watch you churn,
and watch you ROT.

Woke up in anger
Could not fathom why
The earth spun around me,
Why didn’t I die?

A stomach of *****
And a bottle of pills
Entwined with a death wish
Why wasn’t I killed?

I’m still in this bed
My face is the same
The primary difference
Is inside, I’ve changed

My stomach is fried
My headache, fair game
I shake and I cry
The whole world, deranged

From under these covers
My conscience is drowned
My thoughts turn around
Fatality bound

How do I get out?
How do I escape?
I’ll try it again,
For THIS is my sake.

Bottle after bottle
Relinquished the room
Discovered, and empty
Death, my perfume

Day after day
In this house of regrets
My mind and I fester
Alone and a mess

Blood on the walls
And dirt on the floor
Uncensored and raw
My heart on the door

If THIS is demise
And THIS is defeat
I’ve tumbled from lies
The truth came to meet

The parents all wonder
Just what they did wrong
The cause of my slumber;
So silent so long

Yet, everything differs
Although you can’t tell
I’m trying it sober
Unquenchable hell.