It's so easy to forget,                                            Then suddenly... gone
Let thoughts just slip away...                      a      I agree though,
Let them fade into non-existence.                   w      It's sad
Or at least that's how people play it.            a                  Sad how easy it is
Honestly...                                                   ­                        To pretend to
If you try to forget something,                            t        care
The more it just sticks with you.       a                                  love
Anything you want to remember...              o            dream
Well, that just seems to slowly f            l                                     forget


But that's all life really is, isn't it?
                                                             ­                       One big old **pretence

Oh Lord,
I believe you have not thought through,
This "gift" you give to me.
In reality I do not want it anymore...
No matter what I do with it the outcome is the same...
Death
I'll end up buried 6ft underground,
In a casket made of the sorrows of those who loved me,
Loved me, even though they knew what would happen...

So Lord,
I do not want this gift of Life.
Because with it I can do nothing...
Take my life and give it to someone better...
That way I can be 6ft under the ground in *peace...

I promised only butterflies...
But that promise I cannot keep.
For inside my head there's a wailing..
A screeching...
I just want it to stop...                                         y
It wants pain..it'll stop for pain..         a
But I promised only butterflies..             w
And I don't want them to drift   *a

People ask me why I do not believe in God, so this isn't a poem just an explanation for my borderline-blasphemous atheist views. All over the world people suffer: children are abused, women *****, men tortured. Yet people still trust a happy grandfather up in the skies to make their lives perfect. Yeah, people say that heaven is this great place but why do people on earth have to suffer to get there? Okay, some religions believe in sinning, but isn't it a sin to watch as 4,000 children die every single day just because they don't have enough water?  If there actually turns out to be a God, I would honestly rather rot in hell for eternity than sit up there being happy whilst people down here suffer...

So yes, I do not believe in an omnibenevolent God that sits in the skies, because if he loved everyone then why let his "children" suffer?

I could never be a poet,
I don't seem to have a way with words.
They don't flow like a river...
Or come to me on a breeze...
I just stumble upon them,
Purely by mistake.

I could never be a poet,
Because my work is just for me.
Call me selfish...or stupid...
To both I would agree,
Because I seem to spout stupidity,
And I keep it all to me...

I could never be a poet,
My words are not beautiful nor smart,
So I look to you in awe,
Your words drifting along,
Fitting together perfectly...
Because you, my friend, are a Poet.

You people think I care,
When you call me these names.
You think I haven't heard them all before.
But I will only ask one question,
If you are not a ****, and I am not like you,
Does that mean I am a ****?
Because yes I'm not like you...

I know what you'd all like to say
      To make me feel better
"Beauty is on the inside"
            Or
       "You are beautiful"
But my soul is so tattered
       And my heart
Has been repeatedly
             shattered
All the scattered
      bits and pieces
   You might find in there
          Between the scars and creases
     Would make you all run and hide
               If beauty shines from the inside,       Then I'm the **ugliest beast alive

The brilliant blue of the sky today made me think of the color of your eyes in the bright light coming through your car windows, and how she was right next to you driving, blissfully unaware that you were torturing me with pictures of your face.

It's the old mean girls who will fade away someday.

I thought about it once
and then once again
we can't just just sit back
and wait for the rain

I can't sit back here;
this I have sworn
someone must weep
to those no one would mourn

My country is wounded
I can't just step aside
there's nothing I can do
but dying inside...

"Hello there," said I to the stranger beside,
"I'm Cari, and this is my boyfriend."
The stranger looked past, with some side-eye and sass,
And said, "You must be overjoyed, then."

I tilted my head to the side then and said,
"I am, we've decided to marry!"
The stranger just frowned and then said, his voice down,
"I was being sarcastic, he's scary."

I frowned then, in turn, and my boyfriend, face stern,
Said, "C'mon, babe," in dirtied apparel.
With his crossbow in hand he led me through the land,
Snuffing zombies and bandits-- oh, Daryl.