She had the sun in her hands,
The moon in her heart,
A sparkle in her eyes,
And gold in her arms.
The sun once left her
The moon abandoned her,
The sparkle was a dim light,
And she had gold
pouring out of her arms.
The gold was a mesmerizing glow,
It sparkled in the light,
Such a beauty,
She should never know.
The happiness in her mind,
Left.
And was replaced by depression,
And she never understood it.
The song she sings,
While baking cookies,
Turned into silence,
And the quiet.
The gold was leaving her body,
Much more now,
Every night.
Until,
One day the moon was in her heart again,
The sun returned to her hands,
The sparkle shone brighter than before,
And her musical cookies returned,
Once more.
She was a rare girl,
For she had a secret,
Nobody knew,
She was he girl with gold in her arms,
And only thin white lines,
On her arm to prove.

and every time I look at you,
all I see is poetry.
just more words on a page,
about love and hate,
heartbreak and loss.
I'm sick of looking at you
as just words,
I'd rather see you as a person
with flesh and blood
not lines and rips.
you're damaged,
hurt,
and every time I see you it's
a different poem,
a different line,
a different verse.
and it's gonna **** you.
because your page will rip,
more and more,
until it eventually falls off.
the words becoming
more and more prominent,
losing structure,
and sound.
until it's all silence.
and my dear,
silence is the most deafening
kind of poetry.

A magical being,
Walked this earth,
The simple touch of thee hem of his dress,
Could heal all sickness,
Cure all blindness,
And bless all sinners.
*******.
How is it possible,
The first two humans who ever walked this earth,
Were Adam and Eve,
When we have cave paintings,
From much, much earlier,
Than Adam and Eve.
How come Christianity and Catholicism traits,
Are found from many different religions?
Plus, not to mention,
The fact that Christianity is one of the most recent religions.
If we are all siblings under God,
Then that would be a lot of ******.
We would all be ****** up.
Oh wait,
We are.
We have depression,
Suicide,
Anxiety,
Starving countries,
Deadly storms,
Tsunamis,
Hurricanes,
Tornadoes,
Cancer,
Disease,
We need to start asking ourselves,
Is there really a “god”?
And if so,
How good can he be?

Out by the glades,
They run side by side,
Both a victim,
Of suicide.
They used the same blade,
Laying under the tree of sugar plums.
Both her then him,
Until they fell numb.
How did it come to this?
Well, she had terminal cancer.
Her smile was fake,
And she was no dancer.
Then he told her of his and they wanted to eternally be together.
So their lives they would take,
Under the sugar plum tree
Where they first met each other.
~
The day was grey,
The sun was gone,
She found shelter under the tree,
**** he too had gone there,
And each other they did not see.
She sat there shivering,
Where he heard her breathe,
And gave her a jacket,
From him to she.
~
Now there they lay,
Under the same tree,
Hearts giving up,
Finally able to see,
The people they were truly meant to be.
~
After three years,
Their death had died down,
But now they say,
If you stand beneath the tree,
You'll find them swinging on branches,
Meant to be.

She walks the halls,
Head held high.
Everybody hates her,
I don't understand why.
She is full of beauty,
Inside and out,
She tries hard to keep everyone happy,
Excluding herself.
A huge argument arose,
Sitting at the lunch table,
She runs off down the hall,
And I follow her,
When she realized I was there,
She turned around,
In tears,
And said,
"Why does everyone hate me?
I never meant to hurt anyone.
I tried cutting myself.
I took a handful of sleeping pills.
I always look happy,
But I'm depressed.
Smoking was the only thing,
Making me feel normal."
I didn't know what to say,
She has broken,
Her tears prove that,
This happy and beautiful girl,
Turned out to be depressed.
I promised her I am always here,
I promised myself I will help pick up her broken pieces.
Her mask is gone,
The veil is up.
I know what she hides,
And it's messed up.

A man once approached a young girl,
She was 9 years old,
The man knelt down and handed her a flower,
"I will always be here for you," he says with a grin,
The little girl smiles her little girl grin.

The man approached her once again,
She was 13 years old,
Scared of being a disappointment
Feeling anxious,
The man walked over to the girl and took her hand,
"I will always be here for you," he said from deep within.
She smiled her happy grin.

A different man approached her,
She was 16 years old,
And dancing in her room,
He took her by the hand and grabbed her waist,
Leading her in a romantic dance,
"Just follow me, to feel romance," he said smirking,
She smiled an uncertain smile.

The devil approached her,
But he's visited her once before,
Leading her in a dance,
But left her heart tore,
She walked around with her devilish grin,
Breaking every guy's heart,
Not caring about within.

The strange man she met at 9,
Walked over to her and took her hand,
But the devil came as well and grabbed her other one,
Each one pulling hard until the man let go,
"I'm not fighting. For I am the Almighty. You must choose," he said,
The girl yanked her hand out of both of theirs,
The devil whispered in her ear,
"You can't fight this storm,"
The girl smirked and whispered in the devil's ear,
"I AM the storm," she said.
So she walks with God and
Dances with the devil,
Proving she is a storm with power.

Posters
Of smiling kids
Fancy clocks
Cleaned floors
Visitors come and go
Thinking highly
Enjoying the atmosphere
It's all an
ILLUSION
Kids smile
But not with their eyes
Clocks are just countdowns
Until we leave this hell
Visitors are lied too
Atmosphere is dark
Air is heavy
Creativity is dying
The girl good at art
Was told to focus on math
The boy good at singing
Was told to do sports
The teacher with uniqueness
Was told to follow the books.
Because this is a
Grade A school
Come back again
We will **** your child
Mentally.