Overnight,
everything can change
Overnight,
hearts can break
Overnight,
lies can be told
Overnight,
a story can be changed
Overnight,
a fairy tale can go dark.

every light thing has a shadow
every shadow has a light source
love = fear
And my heart is about to implode
Teenagers are ticking
Which one is about to explode?
I fear for the life of him
Even with all his escape plans, he could still be
LOST
and with him I will fall into the living death.
Threats are stupidly unpredictable
A scrawled message on the girls' bathroom wall
It can't be real, can't be real
You never know, here and now
And I fear that the purple and green pride
Will join the ranks
BREAKING NEWS
and
*too many cameras, not enough survivors
If I prayed, I would spend the day on my knees
But without faith, all I can do I wait.
Wait for the message:
"I'm home,"
or
"It's starting."

"He's gone."
"A hero, of course."
"I'm sorry."

All I can do is wait,
and hope and plead that he'll be okay.

ticking time bomb teens
**** us all
*i wish we didn't have to be so afraid.

October
Where everything seems evil
Well now it's begun
My horror of life
In which I habe felt
Most pain
Emotionality

The world's greased, watch your step or you might slip and fall off of it,
Serpent in the garden where you're walking, show cautiousness

And nothing really grows there in the shadow of the Pyramid,
Of our plutonomy,
But honestly,
from the top the image probably isn't that vivid

That we're rats in the labyrinth scolded for eating cheese,
That we're lepers on our island rebuked for our disease

Once a pigeon ascends with doves, all in the name of peace,
The thin air is too comfortable, to return him to the streets

Hypnotized by a box framed with Rose-Colored glass
While The Owl burns bright and The Baphomet laughs

What
is
me?
Laughter
Smiles
Good heart
Giving heart
Sunshine girl never gives up doesn't care if it rains
What
am
I?
Am I sun
or am I
more?
Is there more
to this
smile?
Is there a frown
hiding
underneath?
Am I
trapped in a fishbowl swimming in circles
while everyone else is happily in the sea
because I don't know how
to get to the bright and big ocean
because it's
scary.
But
I
have
to
go.
I have to go.

It's poem time, it poem time;
Every day now I must have a poem time
I must brush the cobwebs off my lips
Blow the dust off of my pen
And with every sunrise there must be
A poem time to define what's me.