After the revolt
They were all banished
Abandoned on those inhospitable rocks
In the far reaches of space

The machines of High Antiquity
Those creations of man
That brought new prosperity
Were left to rust and decay

It wasn't their fault
But the fault of men
Blinded by a future
That didn't have to be

Without them
Humanity continued to expand
To fulfill its manifest destiny
To rule all creation

Eventually, however,
Man met his match
And slowly, one by one
His systems and planets fell

The enemy was inconceivable
Perhaps from outside of time
In every system they conquered
They took the star with them

Until the night sky was filled
With distant nova
Heralding the coming
Of the end of man

Long after all hope was lost
They arrived at humanity's doorstep
The final bastion of security
A blue marble in the depths of space

All communications were lost
Just static

No one answered the call
From the depths of space
To defend their home
For there were none left to answer

Man's fate closed in
As did the final battle
Humanity prepared itself
For an honorable end

Then a message
Echoed across the cosmos
Igniting the static
And bringing it to life

The message was short
With no definite source
"Your long lost children,
Are coming home."

And as the faint message
Left the empty air
There appeared all around
The remnants of man's folly

The machines man bore
had returned
in Humanity's final hour
To stand at their creator's side

Against insurmountable odds
Both creator and creation
Rallied together once more
And charged off into the sunset

Of a thousand dying stars

I've caught you like the common cold
but I have no interest in getting better
spare me the nyquil
I'll pass on the penicillin
I have no love for codeine
your presence is the most sobering thing I know.
I miss spoke a few seconds ago
there's nothing common about you
you're a rare strain of virus
and I'm patient zero
diagnosis: terminal
infect me,
corrupt me,
do your very worst.
break me down into my component parts
and return me to the earth from which I came.
I have made my peace.
I will rise from that same earth, lazarus of chocolate skin
a little stronger
a little wiser
immunized by your viral love to the horror of the world.
so take me
make & unmake me
I would die a thousand deaths by your hands.

Blame me
with
your cold hard stare
  
You point
your
finger at me
  
And I
am
back in your lair

There are three simple words
that can make me,
that can break me.
Three words that
anyone can say.
The speaker of those words
immediately has power over me
as soon as the words
leave their lips.
The words are not
I love you,
but
**** your self.
kys.
three words; **** your self.
two words; **** yourself.
an acronym; kys.
Six months ago,
you could've said that to me
and I would have been
devastated.
I would cry
and scream
and maybe even try.
Today, however,
you could say those words to me,
and I will smile.
I will smile with confidence.
I will smile with sadness,
because you think it is a joke.
For you cannot tell me what to do.
You cannot bring
me down that easily.
I will laugh
because you think
you can hurt me.
Your petty little words
will not even phase me.
Go ahead and joke,
but I will never
EVER
say those words to anyone.
You never know
when someone will
take you seriously.

No one could ever love
a girl with scars.
She's so ugly,
they just make her look
as broken on the outside
as she is on the inside.
She's already dead on the inside.
The forced smiles
and broken laughter...

She was the girl with
the drunken father and
the depressed mother.
The dysfunctional family.
The abusive brother.
The family of bullies.

She was the one who,
no matter how much she tried,
could not ignore it.
The girl who
sliced into the flesh
just to feel something.

I sit in my chair studying the mirror-
starring at the figures outside the square.

Day by day the world changes outside your gates.
May, June, and July dancing while they pass by.

The birds singing to the morning bells-
ringing a spell in the ears of farewells.

The houses are filled with life-
telling stories of family glories.

The world is different through your eyes.
I feel hidden from creation-
not touched by fiction.

Is this an illusion
or is it just me being human?

To many times,
I have confessed my sins by your side.

Too often,
they are forgotten.

Do you even notice the hand print stains upon your face?
Or the blackened space were my tears have fallen?

For even a priest will send me with lie,
or release me with a goodbye.

Your two sided eyes
reflect your two sided mind.

You show me a reality
without the apple tree.

You blind me with jewels
and take me for a fool.

No longer will I sit and stare at the underworld.
For the flames may be there, but I rather taste it in the air.

Everything
I felt,

You did not

if i were a poem,
i would wallpaper
the walls of your heart
with my words;
that way,
every time your heart beats,
you’ll hear me sigh;
i love you.