To dance alone in the dark
Drinking aged tears
Pretending mortality
Living on dreams
The wish of Cass's courage
And I've none
Blades call, no?
Mine's clean
The shine of it calls me
I'm alone
I don't wish to be
But really I do
Rain pours on my rubber roof
Is it pleasant,
to watch?
Violence is *******,
For the "normals"
and I'm not
Insanity,
my mother
Darkness,
my maker
Love,
Is insanity
Over and over we try
same patterns
same results
But all,
For LOVE
and the lie of it
And poetry
is my shining blade

Adorable face
Within, lies a vicious trait
Be keen, don't be faked

Acrostic?
Creative you need not be
Rational or not
Only first letter that would fit
Senseless it may be
The thing is
It's still an acrostic
Consider this one, please

When mind spilled the words
The two hands will do the work
Tool for poetry :)

As the blanket of stars
Light up the sky
Here I drown
In ocean of works

Mountain of papers
Piled in my table
Waves of emails
Left me miserable

A haiku a day
Keeps my sanity at bay
A refreshing way