I avoid ppl
I've been
Officially broken
Now I have to
Rebuild myself
At home

Young and invincible.
Do you really think the bullet is going to miss you?
Preconceived ideas.
The time flies by in these young years.
You think you are young and invincible, no one is invincible.
Death is a fate in which we all share.
Don't think you were superior due to an outfit that you wear.
So you think you are invincible? Here, hold this to your head. Pull the trigger.  
I can guarantee your death.
Oh, why are you shaking?
Why the heavy breath?
I thought you were "invincible", superiority at it's best.
Death is something you can't escape.
Talk about invincible, Death is our  fate.

She went to the police.
Told them she was being abused.
They didn't believe her.
They thought she was another teenage fiend.
She went back.
Told them that she was *****.
They didn't believe her.
They thought she was another lying child.
She came again.
Told them she got beat up.
They didn't believe her.
They said if she comes again they will arrest her.
Her bestfriend came.
Told them that she was killed.
They didn't believe him.
He came back.
Told them that they aren't worth their lives.
They just laughed.
He left.
They got a call.
The person told them.
That they saw two bodies in the river.
The police went to check it out.
The bodies belonged to the girl and the boy.
The girl was killed.
The boy committed suicide.
Just to be with her.
The police were wrong.
They didn't believe their eyes.
They should start believing more.
**** April and it's fools.
The police were the fools in this story.
They started to believe more.
They saved lives of many after that.
But what I'm wondering is.
How come they didn't save those two kids.
That would've had lives to live.
If only they had believed.
In this retched April Fools story.

Greed the **** of Lust stands before her with an outstretched hand and ask "Where is my Currency?"  
Lust reached into her pocket and gave Greed the gold bills.  "Greed you act like you don't trust me" said Lust.  
"Lust you are my wife and the ***** who I ****.  We are a couple that were wedded in darkness.  Trust you?  I do but not a hundred percent.  I'm all about wealth and power and you're attracted to wealth and power.  You're going to be taking a shower in wealth and power" said Greed.  "I'm going to see to it that you keep your word Greed.  We may have been wedded in darkness but we are still husband and wife.  You're great with currency and I see your willingness to obtain your goals.  You promised to put power in my hands and lay riches at my feet.  Remember that" said Lust.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum.

Her eyes as big as a galaxy,
gleaming like a bright star as she starred out into the distance.
Piece of artwork being admired in a museum,
everybody watched.
Watched and admired her delicacy and pureness.
As pure as the holy water carried in a Catholic Church.
She was lovely, and she filled me with awe every time i caught a glimpse of her.
Seeing her was like seeing a beautiful sunset at dusk.
Full of euphoria and relaxation, but I've missed the sunset these past few days and I am starting to forget.
Forgetting the vibrant colors that illuminated me.
A different sunset will come tomorrow, but it wont be her.
It won't be the same sunset that brought delight to my life.

Its not your romance that so frightens the deepest of my corridor.
Its what is upstairs,
In my mind
The stuff that has gathered dust,
That’s been shoved to and locked away in a corner.
Some mover left it there,
And there it sat,
Not knowing if it would have the lid opened in the future,
To reveal the contents inside.
So, perhaps I’ll shift my thoughts,
Move on to some new terrain.
Think with my thoughts being a completely separate entity of my own mind.
Escape my imagination.
Is it possible to escape one’s imagination?
Or would that just lead to further withdrawal.
******
You ask me what I want.
I guess it makes me nervous,
Uneasy.
I “Should Have” pinpointed that by now,
Huh?!
What if I haven’t?
The thought remains there.
There are a lot of what if’s
Chasing me around
Blowing like daffodils,
One seed in every direction.
You’re willing to go there with me
Aren’t you?
You know.
And how you know is beyond me.
But know you do.
Know that once my thoughts have been spread
Throughout the whole land
When I am but the green stalk that still stands *****,
No matter how shaken to and fro by the winds of my time.
You know.
Daffodils just grow more sunshiny yellows don’t they?!