i find that
i spill my heart out
to anyone who gives me
the slightest bit of emotion

silly me

thinking they actually care

Efforts are twisted
Any roots are burned
Because that's not the way
It should be

Pulled from books
Off screens
Far away fantasy lands
Imagination, fake

She knows, she says
She knows

Defining moments
Twisted to insult
Venting for hours
Words that solve nothing

Can't change the world
The days drag by
Merging grey into gray
Barely noticing a day

Storms, she says
Rage, she says, inside

She doesn't know fire
Restrained fury, black
What's back, clouded, hidden
Behind eyes she could never read

It's unseen by her
And I'm proud of that
Keep it back, incheck
Because she so bad

She'll never know
Because I love her

So she'll rage, fight and cry
Anger, fists, and tears
Broken upon the stone
Because that's all she's become

In the downward spiral
Digging her own grave
A strain on her mortal soul
Because her world is her own

So remain calm,
In place, bring the storm

In the Back Door Please
She would stand and yell in the back door please.
It was always the same no matter who it was.
The mailman the milkman she would tell.
In the back door please.
Children would run to the house.
But before they could make another step.
In the back door, she would request.
No one dared to come to the front
The hall light was always out.
The reason she would yell was yet to be heard.
But I would say she just clean the floor
And she would yell in the back door PLEASE!!

it's hard for me to say

i'm jealous of the way

*you're happy without me

Living on this planet
Is causing growing animosity
For I do not fear death
It's more like a curiosity
Transcending this dimension
As my energy is released
Ending this ostracism
And anguish will be ceased
I do not wish to die, you see
But thoughts linger in my head
What's the point of being here
When all I feel is dread?

Should women
truly learn
men's hearts,
convents
would flourish.
- mce

Build a rocketship,
fly out of the atmosphere,
live among the stars.