My first game of monopoly, but I haven’t lost since.
Love, some time ago; I’m not sure where it went to but it hasn’t returned.
Faith, in humanity as well as “GOD”.
My precious stuffed cheetah, a beat up old animal and a gift from someone once called “Daddy”.
My creativity, because it means nothing with these words I’m left with are words I don’t know how to use to tell you how I feel.

Empty hands reach ever higher engulfing lies to build the fire,
Taking in a breath of beauty to exhale a cloud of life,
Of the memories in time forgotten within a mind of strife.
Wherein disguised by loving eyes a textured heart still mourns
The past reflections in the mirror and the pain which skin adorns.

I long to be like you, but these scars hold me back-
Like chains, binding me to the wall of my past memories,
Written upon in blood, voiced through soundless screams;
Colored in shadows of grey.
And I cannot forget,
Not while I still feel the agony, caught in an ever-present never-ending struggle.
My tears mean nothing to you, you who cannot understand.
I’ve never felt any different, always it’s been like this.
So even as I long to be like you I’m accustomed to this way of half-life.
I couldn’t change and wouldn’t, this way is my way and no other.
So, it doesn’t really matter how very much
I long to be like you…

Darkness blinding silence screaming,
Everyone in pain and bleeding.
Agony, sadness decieving
Till you end up not believing.
Pain and pleasure both in measure,
Of all the most your affection I treasure.
Hearts are broken numb from tokin'
"I love you" are words unspoken.
Hide your eyes and seek not my soul,
Else against heart's crule whims you will play that role-
If you like I have suffered still
This thing heedless of our own will.
This feeling stays and like a vice
It keeps me tansfixed to you as if by ice.
A raven's cry like mine sings your name,
For mine own imperfections would bring you to shame.
But fear and hurt- they give way to hope,
When all we know is together we cope.
Although I'm scared of what may come,
I have you- the only one.
Dark clouds obscure the skies with storms,
Emotions and lives takes different forms.
A secret unspoken holds us from harm,
Knowing full well the hidden charm.
All the while this is the best memory,
Together with you in broken harmony.

I am a writer.
I do not write just to have words on paper;
I write to have these words spoken aloud, with passion, with power to move people to tears and conviction in a single sentence fashion,
Both in the same breath.
Laugh laugh haha see a face? That one face, once full of comfort and love.
Turn it over, see it now full of maggots and dripping its rotting flesh upon rotting life.
A flower- Nightshade, beautiful and deadly.
Deadly fun weaving crowns of poison, wearing thorns and courting danger;
Flirting with disaster, a bride-to-be of pain.
Suffering; screams rip out of raw throats, animalistic and guttural.
Splattering, cracking as bodies hit the floor,
Smeared on the earth is blood and gore.
Why? I can't take much more - but there is nothing wrong with me-
Something's wrong with me.
These are your nightmares, my daydreams, fantasies you hope never visit reality.
Fantasies I may bring to life.
Hellish song arises from darkness, deep and haunting...
Alone in the darkness insomnia takes over;
And over and over.
Fear closes in chokingly close,
Surrounds-
Then it drowns.
Scarring images, scarred for life, broken upon the stones of my words-
Impaled upon the sticks of my anger.
A name, one name called to your mind, whispering from the deep.
"Names will never hurt me," -ha, lies.
This name hurts.
It burns into your being, a red hot brand on the soul.
It's my name, harming my soul with the memory of you.
I'm pretending not to feel it, I'm pretending not to care,
I'm trying not to live my life pretending you are there.
I know there is no going back but I dream of it,
You're gone now and I hate you for it.
I want to fall and with pain sate my thirst for it.
Tell me you love me, break it all down;
Tear up my heart with your uncaring sound.
I'm hurting- in pain -and you won't set me free;
Lie so sweetly and then smile at me.
Your hellish song arises now from the dawn, light and piercing,
Staking me upon your sticks and breaking me on your stones.
A beautiful flower- nightshade, rests beside my hand;
I the thorn-crowned, screaming for you, calling in tears for you, forgotten.
So in this hell I await your return, swamped in anger;
I can’t wait to get you back,
I’m going to get you back.
Just remember, I love you.
I hate you.

I love you, I truly do.
And everyone agrees we make a great pair.
Bur affection displays are running low,
You simply don’t seem to care.
I want to be held in your arms, I yearn to kiss you so sweet;
Yet even hugging just once seems such a high feat.
So I ask from my heart, do you truly love me?
Because I fear in the future,
We could not be.

I can’t breathe anymore, you taught me to fly - then ripped off my wings.
Now I’m falling down and down, out of a stormy grey sky.
I can’t bleed anymore. You stole my kiss then broke my heart.
You built me up and tore me down,
You love me bad and hate me so very good.
Now I can’t smile anymore.
You pushed me down then helped me up,
I cried all day you laughed all night.
I screamed for hours as you watched time go by.
Everything you love, I am not.
And everything you hate, I’ve become.
You glare daggers, I get cut to the soul.
You walk away, I chase you down,
I want to give up I want to be free,
But you’ll never let me, you’ll never see no you’ll never care
What you’ve made of me.
I give you a rose - you shred it to pieces.
I kiss you so sweet - you won’t meet my eyes.
I write you a poem, bad it may be,
You toss it to fire and sip at your tea.
You’re cruel and uncaring, I’m broken and scarred.
Yet still I love you,
Yet still you resist.