We ***** ourselves out to whoever comes along
Prostituting our morals for pieces of paper
The superfluous pieces of paper that seem to rule the world
Lies upon lies to keep the truth under wraps
Nobody knows
Rounded up and slaughtered in what looks to be a serene beautiful place
"It's our culture and our race"  
It's population control, we are doing a service
While they slip you poison in your dinner
Let's disregard all the blood that has seeped into the ground
Those who take a stand, we beat them when they stand
We are the culprits but as well can be the saviors
We are ******* the life we are given, till its dry and barren
And the blood is increasing by the minute and soon the sea will be red
Corrupted and needing to revert
Thousands crying out, but the cries fall on deaf ears
And we don't care
Because haven't you heard?
It's the new fad to be cruel
With red water flowing through the currents
Of this red sea

Why is the world around me shaking and trembling
However it seems its only me
Maybe I'm just in love with the idea of love the notion of having someone beside me
A Smokey mind an ether infecting my blood
While ghost tears cause me to feel my face and wonder if its the past or current state.  
State of mind of heart, of time
In the end I'm just a cliche love heartbreak and wonder poem

A child robbed of her innocent soul
A tank of propane ready to blow
A girl trembling with doubt curled in a ball
Silently screaming inside
For I might  not be beautiful or smart funny or charming adorable or perfect
Why can't anyone understand and look into who I might be
I am a shape-shifting demon
Morphing into what is wanted and ignoring who it really is
Answer honestly, I beg would you miss me?

Would you miss me if I fled?
Remember me if I was dead?  
Forgotten easily I must be so i'll just cry and sing and fade into the darkness and disappear in the end
I don't mean to be down but these thoughts just come around.
Nighttime they seem to manifest and in no means digress adding to the stress
The Mind is a two way street causing one to abandon sleep
At 3am the universe enters your head
Since Everyone knows crying puts you to sleep
I'll commence to weep

I will never posses you my unrequited love
No matter how close I am, I still am disillusioned to the fact that our souls aren't close
I like to think they are, but who am I kidding?
You are in another galaxy only briefly and rarely acknowledging my existing small little life form
  
You are my blue moon
For eternity you'll be my Achilles heel
So all you have to do is think a thought or whisper a word
And I will hear it loud and clear
But hopefully one day you will hear mine and realize
That you should visit me and stay for awhile and not be a stranger
Because you haven't seen me for a minute or two

I am my poems
   Embodying my essence
        Creating images
Tasting my nostalgia
     Recalling the taste of my journey
             Feeling the colors

This is my painting
My painting filled with words
The short novel and sneak peak

Unscrutinized, irrevocable, conjuring estimation towards the plain notions of idioms

She talked and talked without ever having to stop

Needless to say

All she said was novel and splendid,

If you really paid attention and listened closely you’d be astounded

She painted images and idea’s that have yet to be imagined

Questioned the questions that have been left unanswered

But people grew bored and her voice was muted and drowned out

Chatty Kathy then shut her mouth

And presumed to take on fake and uninteresting small talk

Because no one really cared to listen

Glorious thoughts and notions being forced into a cage, her own mind.

She’s alright with this

Too bad, that Chatty Kathy could have opened your mind to new heights.

Only the people who inquire what she really has to say are on a different level

I was biking home tonight and took the long way home through a school

Everything was so perfect
The song that was playing fit  like a puzzle piece

So I stopped

And laid on the asphalt,  looked  up into the sky to see the stars dimmed by the city lights

Though their light looked faded you could still make out constellations

While the stars, who are million miles away and are nothing but gas mainly hydrogen and helium I could swear they were sending me messages in Morse code

I felt so peaceful and at ease

Then in a moment it was over when a bright flashlight got pointed at me by a security guard saying." hey,  you okay? "

I was fine of course, thanks for asking though

Oh well, i'll wait for the moment to be right again

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer;
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer,
But reckoning Time, whose millioned accidents
Creep in ‘twixt vows, and change decrees of kings,
Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp’st intents,
Divert strong minds to the course of alt’ring things—
Alas, why, fearing of Time’s tyranny,
Might I not then say, “Now I love you best,”
When I was certain o’er incertainty,
Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?
    Love is a babe; then might I not say so,
    To give full growth to that which still doth grow.