A crowd has gathered
in the home
of the unknown poet

a house of smoke
he calls it, but the poet
left for another affair

his gallant wife
descends the stairs
and shows no misery

while the guests read
his work sniffing
over their peer glasses

and with no regrets
whatsoever the poet's wife
drives a dagger deep
in her pale breast

as the poet is laughing
and dancing with ******
the guests at the table
place their orders.

You defiled me
without a thought,
without a single touch
from your hand.
But somehow I felt you -
I still feel you.
And for as long as I live
you will hang above my head,
a noose woven through
with my name.

Nothing really phases me no more.... I don't trust anyone anymore, not even my family, I don't care about anything, life is done.

This once beautiful soul, is filled with sorrow, fear, depression... My spirit glows dim, no longer bright.

This soul isn't as beautiful as it once was, my soul has been burned, beaten, and buried beneath the betrayal, and hurt this world has cast upon me.

I am not who everyone expects me to be,
some think I'm a ditzy blonde who can't think for herself,
some think I am one to be pushed over, repeatedly hurt,
some know I have a brain, but expect too much from me.

I do not even know myself anymore...
always compared to my brother,
my aunt, my cousins....
newsflash, I'm not them!! I am who I am.

I am a teenage girl...
I love classical music, I don't just hear the music, I feel it.
I love the opera, there is so much emotion in these.
I love the fine arts, music, museums, art.

It's true I don't love reading, but yet my favorite book is 'To **** a Mockingbird'.
I am homeschooled, so what? Homeschoolers are some of the most brilliant people out there, no one should call us dumb.

I am a blonde, I'm not ditzy, I don't need everyone to tell me things I already know.
I love nature, and photography.
I am great at math, I love it, along with science. I have a 4.0 GPA.

I'm not mall, gossip, and makeup.
I am, sports, cars, weaponry, and music.
I don't wear dresses, and skirts.
I am gym shorts, jeans, tees.

I am a fantastic cook, but I ain't no "house wife" type.
I clean, but if I didn't who else would?
I love kids, but not in my life until after college, and marriage.
Do you get it yet?

I am one of the most honest, trustworthy, kind person there is.
I love easily, but I do not trust as easy.
I trust no one, but I love, and get hurt.
I am a broken spirit, I love, and I forgive too much, I am too trusting.

No one knows me,
like they think they do.
I am who I am,
not who everyone wants me to be.

In the whispers of my love
In the flapping wings of a dove
In the *** of a child
In the untamed wild
In the lion's roar
In the swinging swords in war
In the scream of the fear
In the laugh of our dear
In the falling drops of rain
In the cry of someone in pain
In the dancing chimes
In the songs and rhymes
In the flow of the breeze
In the dancing leaves of trees
In the light of sun and moon
In the sigh and heartfelt swoon
In the chipping of the birds
In the rhymes waiting to be heard
In the heart and its beat
In the blazing fire's heat
In the lightning's thunder
In everything I wonder
To the earth music belong
Even in the silence, I hear a song
In everywhere I hear the magic
In everywhere I feel the music