Give me your heart
and I will put it with mine
away forever
secure in a safe
the combination known
only
to us

Lemon lipstick, cherry cheeks,
Rainbow eyes, she plays for keeps,

She's not afraid and not a fool,
Head held high, she's knows she's cool,

Purple hair, skulls on nails,
Tight skirt short, she never fails.

Girl's got game, girl's a chica,
Dance sweet lina, so magnika

I look at someone else's poem
And I see flawlessness.
I look at my own
And I see nothing but flaws.
I write poetry to get away from the bad feelings.
Not to make more.
And it's hard.
Everything is hard.
I've become hard.
Hardened to the beauty of the world.
Hardened to the beauty of poetry.
All I can focus on is my own writing
As I try to be as good
As you.

I'll hurt myself
before you get
the chance.

Never underestimate the power of
Stupid people
In large groups

is this
what it feels like
to be a fossil
in the making?
to have pebbles,
sand and grit
swept slowly
on top of me.
not to mention
the crushing
and deafening
of miles of water
pressing it all down
to bury me.

but sometimes
sometimes there's
relief and light
when someone
digs through the
weight to reveal
the shadow of the
creature that once
lay there.
but then that husk
is reduced to
cinders in a mountain
of others.
and i guess you could say
that 'power station'
is adulthood.
or life.