She had the entire world at her feet,
but all she spoke of was her lonely life.
The sun's rays refused to melt the snow,
hiding roads that lead to anywhere but back home.

Take a look in the mirror.
Now, tell me what you see.
For once you realize your life is much clearer, but too bad.
It's much too late to find your way through yesterday.


m.k.j

My life's nothing but a splotch of black ink
Dripped onto a pure white sheet of paper.
The darkness spreads quite quicker than you think,
And soon the pure white begins to taper.

It's too late for the sheet to try and run,
For its once untouched face is now undone,
And all the white seems to be gone, although,
The ink, though dark, can help it shine like snow.

By reshaping the black slip from ruin,
The ink and paper make me more human.


m.k.j

Night was rolling slowly in,
casting eerie, long shadows across
the cold, brown grass.

It was beautiful and unique.
No other sunset would be quite like this one
in a million years.

The trees seemed to sadden when their firey light
had dissapeared below the horizon.

Soon, darkness swallowed the landscape
and everything was gone...


m.k.j

thin lines, white with age,
engraved into your skin from hate
made long ago, but they still remain
i see them once, now i can't look away
i sit here and think,
"maybe i'm not really alone"

you and me don't really know
where people like us can go from here
should we get help?
or just stay the same?
maybe we'll keep making marks
just slowly put up walls in our brains

all this pain isn't really worth it
and these scars are getting too deep
longsleeves and makeup can't hide
theses thin, thin lines

it's funny how many of us there are
how many more must go through this?
at the same time, i'm dying,
not knowing what i should do
just trying to stay alive
i'm going through this for you

your skin isn't clean, darling,
but who am i to point it out?
you haven't improved at all
though you have tried like me
but at least i'm helping others
while you just stay the same


m.k.*j

Anger, *blinding redness, blurry vision, shivering images
Every tear you've held in pours out and onto the floor
Crashing down on the tile; anger bubbling in each drop
Clenched fists swinging down in a quick flash

Pain, purple slpotches, red skin, silent screaming
You fall to the floor as you scream without a sound
For they might hear you; calmly wiping away your tears
Clenched jaw biting back your words and pain


m.k.*j

I forget how everything used to be
Because everything I've ever known has changed
And I don't know how to think anymore
How to feel, how to act
What to say, or not say
Or what I should do

I can't remember playing in the snow or rain
Because everything I've ever known has changed
And I don't know what to think anymore
Where to go, where to look
Who to trust, or not trust
Or what I should do

I don't recall laughing with my family and friends
Because everything I've ever known has changed
And I don't know why I think anymore
Why I'm here, why I'm alive
Why I feel, or don't feel
Or what I should do


m.k.*j

Sorry, darling, about my mind
I really don't mean to be all ******* up inside
Sometimes I just get too tired to think
I can almost feel my soul beginning to sink

Sorry, darling, for my dark heart
I need you to keep me from falling apart
Sometimes I think that you're tired of this
I'm sorry, darling, but I'm busy dreaming of our kiss

Sorry, darling, that I'm falling asleep
I just like your voice because it makes my heart leap
Sometimes it's hard not to close my eyes and smile
I just want you to know that I'll be dreaming about us for a while


m.k.*j

We don't
                         always
                                             fit perfectly
                                                                        together,
but at
                 least
                               we can
                                                 always
make
                 it
                             work.


m.k.*j

Sometimes, I really don't feel connected to this reality. Every moment of this life, I feel disconnected and distant from everything and everyone. How do I stop feeling this way? How can I return to normal? I just want to be normal, loved, noticed.

I don't think that anyone notices me. I feel ignored and overlooked. I guess a lot of other people feel the same way. I can't say that only I feel this way. It's a universal feeling. Everyone feels or has felt this way at some point in their lives.

It's comforting to know that others feel abnormal sometimes. That you're not as much of a freak than you originally thought you were. Something about knowing that other people have the same feelings and emotions and passions as you do, or did, is sort of a relief. I wonder what your thoughts on this matter is. Since I can not see you or hear you, I could only assume that you would in some way agree with me. In the case that you do not agree, then I would love to find out what your opinions and thoughts are.

You people facinate me terribly. From you random episodes of nervousness to your moments of passion and love, everthing you, and I, do is an amazing specticle. Just think about it. We are amazing specticles just floating in a sea of zero-gravity and clouds of star stuff. If that's not amazing then I don't know what is. The fact that we are here is amazing. The fact that we feel things is amazing. The fact that we are born for a purpose is extremely amazing.

Life is a gift and a curse, though. It gives life and takes it away.

Life comes in different forms: there's "Life", the day-to-day event that is personified, and then there is "life", the precious gift that is given to us by Life. This probably doesn't make any sense. I really and honestly have no clue what I'm going on about. If this makes any sense, then you are extremely logical and extremely special.

Anywho, This is the first of many stupid entrees...


m.k.*j

I normally wouldn't say this to anyone,
but I'm  s
               l
               o
                 w
                    l
                      y
                          falling  a p a r t ,
and I can't stop
                       feeling like
                                       this.

It's killing me from the
                                ( inside ),
and it's trying to get
                                ) out ( .

But I'm fighting it with all I've got...
           (failing)

but
it's
not (never)
enough...


m.k.*j