Suspense echos on the mother land. A new born child's life at hand. Fought, they say, but she hardly new the lines. She told them so, but they begged for just some signs. The rugrats and baboons ruled the kingdom; they slept on rocks. Soon as the Clementines got a chew on little peer, they swore a lot she was rot and had better not come near. Stage-froze child left behind by her own kind, except the occasional taunts and questions that would one day compose a mind. Played much like a tune, she learned in seclude and rot,"The worst is never best, but the best is what you've got." Despite the lies and ******-schemes you find to love yourself. And she looked back to wish upon her peers great joy and abundant health.

Pouncing through my door with his huge, squishy hands,
he laughs manically and ask,
..."where's the can?"
I lead him the way soaked with disgust,
this man... Ole Saint Nick looks like he's gonna bust.
He comes out, hangs his coat.
His hands look real dry.
I don't think he washed them,
doubt that he'd try.
You'd think this is all a joke.
This man is just so sick.
There is no way this gross old man could be good Ole Saint Nick!
He scratches his scalp,
flakes fly all around.
He **-hos' and ha-has'
as they fall on my ground.
I finally speak without any fear.
"Okay 'Santa', why are you here?"
He **-hos',"Elfy-boy! Tiny! ******! Dear kid! You're so very small, it seemed as if you hid. A simmering *** like you could really use a lid.
I came because of traffic. It's really crowded in the sky. Do you know how many planes are up there? And it's always worse at this time. Besides, don't you want me here? Maybe you got something too. In fact, if you want, looking in the bag gives you something to do!"
So I did just as he said.
Something he got for me?
He has no idea!
That would actually make me happy!
Something dark ran down my shoulders and right over my head.
I was so absolute I was completely and utterly dead.
Then a noise came about, shining light on to me.
My nightmare had come true.
Santa kidnapped me again,
because he had nothing better to do.

Anything for a dollar.
Anything for a dime.
If you need to live,
nothings a waste of time.
What a shame,
the bible says so,
and so it is true,
money as a life sentence;
work is required,
or you're a body with no value.

You don't realize it was there until it's gone.*

That's why sweethearts' lose their sunshine til' there's none.
Change is inevitable, when knowledge is abstain.
So tell Polly she's a pretty bird before she sleeps in pain.
Sight from a far view tend to be better.
If the sun gets too close, the thoughts just might get her.
We are manipulated daily,
by the thoughts inside our mind.
They tell us things that aren't true,
leaving the better us behind.
We search for who we should be,
could be,
want to be
pretty.
Want to be
loved.
We want to be
sweet.
Though in past lives they
beat.

But once they get in they cannot get out..unless they understand what their sunshine's about. So tell them it's there and tell them to stay. They must stay themselves, or their sunshine turns gray.

...It's shame..when they force you into the power game....


Carry wisdom on your back,
if you plan on coming back.
You'll be losing such good friends,
til' the power game ends.
The power game goes on,
until the end of pride.
Does it make you seem strong,
when you've lost your kids and wife?
It was just a little skirmish,
but to you it's all much more,
with every little fight, you believe you're fighting war.

It's survival of the fittest,
and the thinnest,
they can fall.
If they don't know what their saying,
they should never speak at all.
Climb mountains with that energy
to say what you thinks right,
and when your finally tired of it,
will you have a life?

...It's shame..when they force you into the power game....

We see the day in night,
but not night in day.
Eyes never close,
to turn fear away.
We won't be remembered for chittery teeth,
but the horror embeds in our skin deep beneath.
Recalling the old days and things from t.v.
All have outgrown us,
with change causing grief.
We don't fall,
we climb,
we don't walk,
we run,
we carry our mouths,
treating them like a gun.
We don't know so we guess,
then lose sanity,
when our answer is wrong,
and the world feels like sea.

We are humans too,
and yet aliens,
but aliens are scary,
but aliens are cool,
but aliens aren't quiet as great as ghouls,
but ghouls are to be feared,
as are book they come from,
but the books provide an unexplainable adrenaline.
Then in the night we hide our heads,
from thoughts we can't escape.

We are the anxious,
fearful ones,
whose fears aren't seen by day.

Can you help me friend?
I have a problem.
I'd love to tell you,
but that'd solve them.
See my heart goes boom,
and falls to the pits real quick.
But I found my eyes staring.
Did you know your eyelashes are thick?
Well anyway..
I fell in to a crater then,
lost in peachy...peach skin.
I know this is a little vague,
still I hope you fix my day.
I've been at lose of what to say,
so I wrote this poem hesitantly.
I'm sorry if this means goodbye,
If you can still be my friend, please try.
I hope you make my day right now,
I won't tell you the problem,
because if anyone can still solve it,
you know how.

Give me the freestylin', free-write.
Give me the stuff that makes you see day and dream at night.
Give me the highest peak,
give me the valley pit,
and if you can't give,
then try and don't quit.
I'm sure the words you say,
you say so fast,
you don't really mean.
And if you do it often,
then they call you 'queen bee'.
If you don't say enough,
they call you not tough.
If you will talk and talk,
they just ignore stuff.
You're not a rock.
You could still try and try
to change inside yourself,
but they will never change.
Saying they don't really care,
and you should listen to what they say" ?
But if you hear them out,
what favors are you doing,
all that turkey flying out their mouths,
is surely cooking.
Give me the sour slice.
Give me tongue-tied.
Give me the Gatorade that quenches me on half-time.
Give me that sunny side,
when hills are steep *****.
Give me the love life,
that steamy"yes",
and cold"no."
There's nothing I don't want to hear so,
if you can give me something here,
I will listen real clear.
I will read your thoughts,
or compliment for talking about your fears.
I'll be here patient and calm,
awaiting something,
soon as I see it there,
I will be observing.
And when you pull away,
I hope you recall,
all of the comments I made,
that made you feel real tall.

I'm a little stuck right now.
I got some beans,
but lost my cow.
I was robbed,
but they dropped these here.
Thought it'd be something
I could persevere.
Mom's going to **** me
when she finds out.
I'm going to be cooked instead
there's no doubt!
Jack-o burger,
or Jack smoked-steak.
I can't go back home yet,
or I'll be begging to be baked.
:time passed:
Rain got on my seed
and it almost grew through me
it grew so high and loud
it goes right passed the clouds
It got too much attention
they think this is a plant convention.
I lost the other two seed
Well, I wonder where this leads
:time passed...again:
I..can..hardly....breathe..
this....climb was..too high..for me.
On my way up....my hand was run across by a rat!
And I almost jumped..but I didn't quite feel like..going "splat!"
Now I feel a little better.
But it's so freezing cold up here
now I need a sweater!
Where am I anyway?
It looks brighter than snow.
"Where are you?"
I WOULDN'T HAVE ASKED IF I DID ALREADY KNOW!!
"Where are you little creature?"
Oh wait a minute..wait.
"Where are you? You smell real bad."
What did he just say?!
"Thumpity thump
dumbity dumb
I smell something gross
and almost taste it on my tongue."
I looked around for a sharp weapon,
only finding some gold duck.
So I was going to grab it
when it woke and screamed
"Clack clack!"
I quickly thought to grab it
and swung it over my shoulder by the neck
then I realized mom would love this
and gave the giant a rain check.
I tried to just slide down the the vines
but it didn't go out well.
So I pulled the ducks feathers,
and rode down
until it fell. I hurdled to the ground
still holding tightly on the duck.
then I quickly grabbed a leaf,
and the duck yelled
"Clack clack clack!"
I brought it too my mommy
and she almost cooked it well
but she noticed a patch of feathers missing
and wasn't that just swell.

Pale as snow,
and eyes so blue,
and not quite yet mine.
Not a lover,
but a dancer.
With his own kind of mind.

Complicated personality,
but yet such simple taste.
Drawing me in,
so I'm chasing my heart,
and leaving no mark of space.

Swift witted,
slow texter.
Only chatty eye-to-eye.
Fights on whether I understand him.
He's that 'something' kind of guy.

Jaded and slipping,
clumsy; full of doubt,
love we all got problems
we got to figure out.

It tears the border,
like an army of sunken ships and color in the blank seas
It tears the heart,
like a bullet rushing to the finish line but always paused in motion.
It tears the life,
for g-d knows what life truly is.
It tears the thoughts,
for cracked vases do shatter.
Beneath the cold and rough hands,
of broken and battered.
It is skilled.
It tears everything.
Shatters them completely,
until dust is left in each place.
Would 'obliterate' be a good choice of word?
Perhaps 'traumatize',
since that is what happens when 'it' is all over.
And what brings this?
Life.
Life must come,
only to take.
One more is one less.
Leaving the effortless life-taking to be the simplest choice.
It is skilled.
It has you believing ropes and knives are friends.
Knives numb the pain.
So do pain-killers.
As does the stinging of a ringing in your head,
from what you thought would be a simple escape to Neverland.
Ropes bring emotional and physical pain.
Then the walls have holes,
and the scars burn in the rain.
They say,
"Don't do it!
There's a better way!"
Yet they never seem to say,
"It's a illusion that takes you farther from where you wanted to be,
and it gets complicated."
It is skilled.
It tears the little hairs from your head.
It tears the children sleeping in bed.
It tears the words you can't unsay.
It tears the people,
who never seem to stay.
It tears a hole in your gut.
It tears a penny in an empty cup.
It tears until you don't look up.
It tears like a river, moving quick.
It tears and stabs, as it is slick.
It is skilled.
It should be feared.
Living on the brink of "where am I?"
And "whose body am I in?"
There you wonder if everything you've done is a sin.
Alas you don't expect to be forgiven.
In your mind,
you've already sinned,
so you figure you may as well give in.

Pushed in the sandbox,
head in the clouds.
They call you names,
so you scream out loud.
You are brave,
and proud,
cheetah child.
Holding you down,
pinned to the ground,
but still so alive
with that clingy smile.
You are sweet,
and strong,
cheetah child.
Warming the frozen,
hearing the silent,
Never getting caught,
You are so cunning,
and wild,
cheetah child.
Running so fast,
too fast to catch,
a smile to all passed.
You are unstoppable,
lighting up,
and so so fast.
wild,
wild,
cheetah child.

Even if I were free,
to soar so far and high
where would I go
to lose myself?
No jump is daring enough to try.
No jump could take me someplace new.
My silly self caught waving goodbye.
Walking on and on,
with no idea.
No idea at all
There is no place you can go
to escape from where you've gone.
Where you've gone is in you
and will last forever on.
But oh how far
But oh how high
I can dream
I can fly
soaring brave throughout the curious sky
or at least I may dream
or at least I may try
to see something new
or at least a new view
to escape from the ones
that cause me so blue

I don't want to die.
I won't die.
I don't want to disappear.
I've already been there.
Just having a strong conflict inside,
because I don't want to exist here.