She is a
                daisy
blooming madly
                yellow
topped evasive
                thin
stem standing
                fragrant
as a spring my
                 daisy
rhyme covered
                 posing
proudly my daisy
                 poses
and I breathe
                 because
of her flowery
                 fragrance.

What is cold?
It's absence of hot.
What is dark?
It's absence of light.
What is hate?
It's absence of love.
What is fear?
It's absence of courage.
It's simple if you miss
Something then you
Will have effects from
The opposite of it.
So, be careful not to
Miss any
Those side effects are
Very dangerous...

our lives are all lotteries.
a game of chance,
at best.
we have all succumbed to it,
gambled our freewill away.
to those who haven't,
who are still unchained,
it calls
sit down at the table,
let me deal you a hand
read the fine print
young man,
for once you sit,
you may never leave

Page after page,
Day after day,
And yet it makes no difference.
You can't rid yourself of your problems,
With just a pen and some ink,
At least not permanently.
So what does it really matter if I write,
No one really cares,
It wouldn't matter to me or to them.

She used to yell when i stayed up for four days straight.
She used to cry when I'd come home late.
She used to scream every time i got high.
She used to ask about every cut i tried to hide.
She used to do a lot of things.
She, my mother, used to care...
Now she doesn't even have an ounce to spare.

Razor sharp fingers
Reaching for my soul to take
Carving a hole into my chest
Breaching the protective wall

Red eyes never seen but in dreams
Blinding mine from terrors yet to come
Gradually is worsens to a searing pain
I can no longer take the agony of it all

He whispers to me in the dark
Tells me that I'm safe with him; that I need to succumb
Give in to his offerings of escape
Get away from this lie called life

Sensually he pulls me in
Reaches for my heart and soul
He seeks to claim me as his own
Pulling away, I go unwilling

Finally he gets me
I fall into his arms, Claimed
In triumph he has my body
Destroyed he has my soul

I reach for something to hold
Pray this is a dream
Pray I die or forget quickly
Blessed I see no more

He finds me again and I lie
Home, but alone I cry and call on One I trust
He tells me I am safe, that I can sleep
I cannot, for there I see him

Days, weeks and months go by
It does not leave me
I am tortured, left to die
Screaming inside, I call to those who desert me

Alone I am and desolate I cry
I need only to feel the light
Only darkness answers my call
I long for escape from the monster

But there is none.

Halt, time
For just a momentary
indulgence in the illusion
Of immortality

Each minute second
Drips on my body and soul
With such steady urgency
As to make me breathless

Questions
Burying the present
In the what ifs
Of the unknown

Yet, dispelling the suffocation
of clarity but Requires
inspection of complexities,
self inflicted;
Therefore only self removed

I have a love for hatred

Since you clipped my wings

I wasn't trying to get away

But now I want to leave

If there's no trust -

How is there love?

How can you judge my dreams?

All I wanted was to be loved by you

Now only hatred is left for me