I once knew a girl
With a little red box.
Her eyes were full of tears,
And her mind was full of thoughts.

If you glanced at her smile,
You could tell she was alive.
But look a little closer,
Past the disguise.

I once knew a girl
With a little red box.
Razors and knives,
All way too sharp.

Long sleeves and hoodies,
Poems and thoughts,
She tries to hide it
But the memories can't be forgot.

I once knew a girl
with a little red box.
Eyes full of tears,
And heart with locks.

I wanna delete you from my memory
So I won't know how much I miss you
Because when you aren't here with me
I feel like I'm dying
I didn't know you before
So why does it hurt so much
When your gone
Why do I miss your smile
I was fine before I knew you
So why am I falling apart without you
Why do I miss the things I never knew before
Why do I want to feel your lips on my lips
Why do I want to feel your body against mine
Why do I crave your smile
Why do I miss everything about you
I count the days until I see you
And when I see you again
Ill feel your lips on mine
Ill feel your body against me
Ill see your smile
And ill take in every part of you

Today I went past mine old childhood school,
Where thine rules weren't cruel,
But only to educate ones senses,

Yet at a childhood thought,
What can one truly learn?

I passed many turns as old homes had new color,
It seemed strange,

For at that moment ,
I remembered again!!
I remembered I felt trap,
Beyond meakest of words,
Mine screams unheard !


As I remembered looking out the chariot window,
The darkmist sky's overhead,
I felt so dead in this human vessel called thus body,
I had no nerve medication to call me,

But realism blasted me as a clot to thine head,
Was I already dead?
Or remembering a past life?
Where everything felt right,

Not in physicality form!!!!

Mine breathe was torn,

The chariot moved past old bushes and trees that still linger,
For they've been there longer than me,
To thine village misery
Of household citation and diversion!
Pure/intermission had balanced me!!!

At that moment was mine own mother on the left,
I felt in mine chest,
A spirit ready to break from his prisontary hold,

For like a movie I felt mine soul staring out these church stained windows we call eyes,
An thus during that ride everything seemed to be as in dying
As our creator replays your life before you!!!

I knew inside I had more capability,
In spirit form than mine flesh,
I wanted caress but only felt a sting!!!

No heaven here,
No queen,
Just philosophies man made in image,

I saw ghettos today,
Liquor stores to every corner!
A mortuary called thy hospital!
We all pay a visit to!!!

I saw windows with rooms,
In those rooms with sickly people,
In their place a quiet church steeple ,
Where all shall confess!

I felt mine nest was not here, or anywhere humanly,
I remembered,

I was born for something else,
For doth this soul melt?
Until I can exit,
A life painless and restless,

I'm ready for highs not made by leaves,
Not induced by teas,
But natural spirituality,

In gods own image!!!

At that moment I remembered,
I was watching the world pass by,
Incased in my human coffin......

My film class,
Is my favorite class

and the class I hate the most,

I love film,
I have a passion for this art,

this medium,

this class is my soul and bodies passion,
and like a job,

like my job,

it fits me,
but like all jobs,

there's things that just ******* ****.

and it's not over the normal things,
like time and money,

its the people you work with,

or in my case,
my class,

and they are all *****,

when someone makes it their point,
to upset you and hurt you everyday,

because finally you are good at something,

when you **** at science,
and allowed your math skills to fall behind,

your life is filled with lies and you find,

a reason to live,
worth all your effort and time

but the same people calling you stupid and dumb and a **** up,

in math and science,
are in this film class,

forced to take a smile,

and sarcastically say,
"good job,"

when your film gets played in class,

and even when you ask,
no one give you advice like you give when asked,

and every frame seen on the projected screen,

gives me anxiety,
and the rude, unhelpful reminders from my bullies,

don't ******* help me,

when I want to run out of my favorite class daily,
and scream  in all their faces,

"*******"

"for once..."
but I don't

I sit,

I bit skin off skinless lips,
hold back tears,

the urge to leave,

take all my insults
that are directed at me,

with a head tilted down fake half smile,

when they should be directed to my film,
but everyday, I do get to say;

*******,

because this year,
I make it to all my classes,

even the next one,

history.
period 11/12

with my dignity

What do you go lurking for?
Searching for?
As its something in you that you seek?
Your bones have gone weak, shh you can't speak!
The rainbows not to far off..
They laugh and scoff as we pier off the sanded banks.
To look for queens, to strife for kings.yet we irrigate all the wrong places!
Castles and poorly places are all just the same!!!
If you treat one another like a king and queen that is...
Please tell me that significant other's not just an object to you.....

I don't just want to feel ones flesh......

I want to feel their whole being, I want to connect to ones soul!

Lung's whisping, one dying last breathe,
To lay this burdened chest on a cold plattered pillow.

Curruption enters man's last wishes, for the stains bypass your notches,  yet you can be made white as snow! Not as trolls..

Digest of edgy commentary, the world's getting scary, and you pay attention to thy media?

Strength hammered, models glamour,
As if their degrees are higher than yours...

I roll on shore, a midlife crisis ship, sir Lancelot? For how did you loose thine grip?
What's wrong? Lusting got the best of you,
Following the demons, clay scultped, you shrew...

A sword of enlightening to foretell coming days,
You animal in a cage, you can be free as the hybrid you've obtained..

I do not just want a quick fling!
I want a marvel,
I seek a queen.....

This heart stops,
Chataclismic disaster,
A rushing sound fills mine head,
Rushing and working, realizing I'm dead...
A popping sensation explodes these brainiatic molecules..
I step out side mine self..
I see the surgeon's and nurses,
A scapal bloodied and marked, I see the stars and an arch..
I hear all words being spoken as if no one may see me,
Can anyone hear me I yell?
Through a tunnel I fell,
Downwards to thine pit...
In a cell made of spit I can see the snakelike creatures,
Hungry for human spirit!!!
They try to bite and they gnash,
I bow to hands and knees,
Crying!!!!
(Lords prayer comes to mind)
For the demons eyes go blind,
As suddenly......
I'm pulled up back into the tunnel,
I'm starting to regain compassion feeling and pure muscle,
I feel Alive once again,
Washed from these sins,
I see mine own self....
Standing...
With ark angel Michael with the universe on his shoulders
I feel instantaneously overjoyed,
No more sin, no skin void,
An angelic choir I can hear in the background,
As the father's son comes forward..
His light in twixt to your own,
As no need to speak with your lips,
But telepathic gestures...
Your and his thoughts grow bigger,
As around his throne room you shall bow../
I was saved somehow.......!!!!!!!

There's a difference between listening and hearing!!!!
When a man just hears you, he sometimes will look at you sometimes not, but either way he could be looking at you yet just hearing the words coming from your mouth, yet not comprehending the things that you tell him, and not being able to come back with an answer to your question, or a comment to your fact... When you ask him something when your finished talking he just sais huh?

Hearing is when one will make eye contact with you, being able to comprehend all that you say, and being able to give an answer to your question, or an answer to your statement or fact...comprehending all that you say...

There's a difference between listening and hearing, something men and not just men but women do to,

A little hint for some ...():
This would be helpful to you men who pay ATTN to thine own t.v and not the queen and love sitting right next to you, for you must remember, tomorrow may not always come!!!show thy queen your love brother!!!
And women, same goes/to/you.. You have a king who adores you next to you treat him as such, and If you dont have one. Find one who will listen!!! Not just hear you...
Thanks for reading!!

Apparition's of the darkest of days,
Swept feet,rythmless beats, bang on dark caves!!!

Abject, abject , come out of thy tombs, the warmongers draweth near in silk satin platoons!!!!

Cold hit's the wall, rain hits thine door, the floodgates flap open, no rubies on shore!!!

We art all one!! Grains of sand enlightened to Egyptian sun. We art all free, but slaves to what is..

Gather thine good's, for the abysmal's now understood!!!

For their laughing is now mixed with tears, for its thy blood now that sheds humanities darkest of fears!!!

Thy hearts burden is heavy!!!

Thine eye's, dragged and soaked.

Thou canst run from thine self thou Master of dark cloak!!!!!!!!

Tip-top silently, ourn Whisper's go through a box,
Lock me up, tie me down,

For this heart beat's slowly to STOP!!!!!!!!!!