Some Boy - EDIT


You are my thoughts, as bliss,
When we talk, I am no longer amiss,
You surround me - you protect me,
Are you more, more than just - some boy?

You smile, I grin,
Are you, my next of Kin?
I feel you, thinking of me,
It's because of you, I am no longer sinking.

You protect me from my falls,
You pick me up - so I can walk tall,
Because of you, I am no longer small,
It's because of you -- you are more than some, boy.

The Broken Glass.

Smashed to pieces,
The glass just rests - spilled across the floor,
Knocked, by a filthy ***** - nothing more,
Where it once stood -- gone.


Like crystals across the floor,
Flickering, under the light,
This was to be, "their" night,
Ruined, by a filthy ***** -- nothing more.

Her eyes, upon the broken glass,
This was time, for her heart to pass,
"Leave, now..." was all she said,
And out through the door,
Goes a filthy *****.

A chemical reaction, that's all it is,
Two people whos chemistry mix, forming a feeling,
Two people, one as appealing to the other,
Appealing as one, together.

The two talk about forever,
But to the other, they were never,
She lived in fear,
She would never be, near.

A thousand broken pieces,
Ripped to shreds by words,
The two went on, each day - worseining,
The sickness over them, reducing her to shards.

The damage can not be undone,
What has been said, has been done,
A thosaund broken pieces make a heart,
Now it's time, to go back to the start...

The halls, like a hospital - white, disinfected,
Always stay - on the left, don't brake routine,
Remain united - no indivuails,
School is a happy place.

The bullies walk tall,
The regular people, considered small,
The popular kids, rule the halls,
The regular people, forced to fall.
School is a happy place.

The teachers pets, the stuck up jocks,
If you're not one of them, you're not anyone,
Indiviuails, forced to be no-ones,
Outcasts, seen as freaks.
School, is a happy place.

Forced to "fit in" - conform,
Forced to turn a blind eye,
Educated to misery,
Fear, is a threat to happiness,
School, is not a happy place.

I want to meet the End,
To no longer fear,
I want a way -- away,
I fear to stay.

A new turn - a new bend,
I will not stay - I sway,
Swaying- blislessly,
Now -- I just sway away,

Swaying, in the distance,
A turn taken,
A burn -- in the making,
Swaying away -- turning away.

She lay-- next to him,
The snow frolicked, slowly, calmly, softly bleak,
The candles, were now-- dim, flickering--memories,
The lay, together, in darkness--forever.

She shrouded him--her coat of fear--
He knew -- she was, forever---
Near.
Every night--by the moonlit candle light--
He lay, alone, departed into fear...

He broke her heart --
Her fragile heart -- of glass
He slipped, away, into her art...
The two lay, forever apart--


The day came--
The two marched --
He knew her aim.


The two-- forever, apart...

A frozen day-- in Winters May,
No light in the horizon,
The darkeness knew it was the day,
Even now -- its like a posion -- eating, dying, going away.

A cold dark Winter's May,
Every day I just lay and lay,
The crack has sealed itself
The light is mourned-- it has dimmed itself

A cold dark Winters May,
The wind goes on so fickle
Time has been and passed -- day, by day, by day,
A sad, lonely, winters May...