There once lived a fair maiden,
skin white as snow,
for ivory was too filthy for her.
Her hair was dark as night,
for other colors were not pure enough,
especially not enough for her.
Suitors came from far and wide,
but oh, they came for naught,
as none of them could suit her needs,
could not ever be enough.
So one day she begged and pled,
to anyone who would hear her call,
for finally someone who would be hers,
and likewise once and for all.
Before she knew it,
someone did respond,
red tail wrapped around her soul,
dragged her down to hell forever,
to be his and his alone,
he smirked and accepted her offer,
bond sealed by vocal contract made,
then welcomed her to his humble abode,
surrounded by rock, and firey flame.
It was now she wept,
trying to take back what was said,
but it was far too late for her,
as they were already wed.
The poor maiden was slave to her pride,
now slave to a demon much worse,
her pitiful woes that were not to complain of,
though now of course, too late, she knows.

A creak in the door, your heart skips a beat,
You try to catch your breath, and you hear the sound of walking feet.
Your heart pounds and you race off to get outside,
But the door seems cemented shut, oh no! Got to hide!
But you know you cannot escape one who is unstopped by walls, floors, and objects,
And all of its evil subjects.
Your close your eyes and hope it goes away, to end all this impending doom,
And yet then you sense something coming into your room.
You cannot move, it feared you still,
You cannot struggle, it holds your will.
Your eyes creak open, but not by your choice,
Then when you think you're done for, the sun comes up and saves you; rejoice!

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but
Oh how words hurt me so,
Dueling cards; Of hearts and spades,
And the diamonds lay neutral between.
These scars invisible to **** eye,
Are poisoned and burn me endlessly.
This war has gone on too long,
And now all three sides are losing,
Mind,
Heart,
Sanity.
An everlasting cycle of pain and recovery.
The Heart rebels and the ***** controls,
Whilst the Diamond attempts mediation.
The Joker is in play, passively,
And the Old Maid watches from a distance.
Only a fire can burn the paper,
But instead, water’s life is needed.
The Heart works away, the *****, the day,
But only to crash at midnight.
The only true way to solve it all is,
To give up, to let go,
But nobody does that.
I know.

These kids don't care anymore,
we're out of the time of cursive writing,
when there would be an apple on my desk,
kids would only groan when asked to clean the erasers.

These kids are going to live,
in parent's basements, awaiting dinner and laundry,
rather than actively seeking adulthood.
What happened between my time and theirs,
causing them to become so electronic?

These kids don't make eye contact,
staring blankly into pixels,
unable to draw away from their techno-seduction.
These kids can not learn,
for they're only taught memorization,
then forget all of the rest.

These people expect me to teach,
but how can I do so when they're already powered down,
disconnected and wandering lost,
needing their fix of a shocking brightness,
they call a new and better world.

I am not a kicked puppy,
Lost and hurt and alone in this world.
Rather, I am road ****.
Hit suddenly, but alive and knowing,
What not to do next time.
I am not shattered,
But entirely collapsed,
Weak with my aging mind.
I am thankful for my life,
Though sometimes it’s rather hard.
But it is how it is and it doesn't change,
For me,
For anyone.
And I have learned to accept that.
Like so much else.

Gazes fall to flowers in bloom,
they drift in wind, perform for all eyes,
happy to please without words.
Magnificent are the colors seen,
dancing across lines of sight,
confident in their shimmering beauty.
As time goes by, so does life,
weathering storms, horrid drought,
till all that's left are shredded weeds.
Delicate petals on a center death bed,
no winds to sway, no colors to flare,
unable to draw a single gasp.
Light blue fades to weary grey,
shriveled stem reaching for someone, anyone,
before finally giving up.
Forget-me-nots are quite ironic,
for everyone forgets petals when they fall;
They always do.

I am a Cancer,
Yet also a Leo.
What they call me,
A cusp.

I am the moon,
And the sun.
The mother,
And the father.
The introvert,
And the extrovert.
The dark,
And the light.

How does one cope with being,
The inbetween,
The balance,
The contradictory?

Have you ever slept with anyone,
nothing funny,
just rest and comfort?

You will notice it is much,
much different,
and you’ll miss it,

When the heat turns down,
you’re alone in the cold,
you’ll miss it,

When the thunder rumbles,
and lightning flashes,
you’ll miss it,

When the tears keep falling,
and you lose yourself,
you’ll miss it most of all.

My heart thrums louder than ever before,
with newly found passion, new life, it would appear.
Something, perhaps someone, has jump-started it,
sent it on overdrive on emotions so high up in the clouds it’s hard to breathe,
think,
comprehend.
I cry out into the night,
for how can I be so skyward, yet you so hellbound?
I throw down a ladder of my thoughts,
praying you climb up to join me,
in holy matrimony among angels and demons,
we can battle them all, you know,
even I know we can tackle the world,
with the power of mutual love.

Take a look into my eyes and you will see,
what dead men see,
what children dream,
what I myself and I alone have endured.
Take a listen to my voice and you will hear,
battle cries from fallen soldiers,
hollow words from broken thoughts,
a haunting melody only I can sing.
Take a glance into my heart and you will feel,
shattering heartbreak,
unimaginable grief,
along with the greatest of heart-warming care.
Peer into my self and you shall experience,
what it’s like to love too much,
to know true uncontrollable fear,
sadly only I know and can hope to know,
these horrors, joys, burdens of myself,
though I suppose it would be nice to have,
someone blind enough to see.

A corpse stumbling through the rain asks,
"What is the purpose of this meaningless life?"
though unfortunately words are not heard,
the scream of his mind echoing in his thoughts.

Blackened blood smearing on frigid cold skin,
pondering what it was like to be human,
to be living productively in the present,
rather than a blurry state of nothing but living;
If you could call it that at all.

Shuffling across cracked pavement,
hopelessly looking for a feeling,
something not yet known, or remembered;
An internal struggle only seen as a groan,
unable to give much more detail,
a foggy expression within his faded eyes.

Weeds overflow into weathered buildings,
much like numbness has crawled across nerves,
signifying that nothing will get better,
nothing will get worse,
nothing is the best option;
Nothing is good.

Driven by nothing more than a need to go on,
to survive, thrive with what is to be had,
feeding off of the emotions of others,
trying to comprehend it all,
though as soon as a glimpse of it comes close enough to touch;
It vanishes,
like a flickering end scene of a movie once enjoyed.

The clouds decided to cry this week,
so I went outside to wander lost yet not alone,
for everyone leaves the sky when it's sad;
They don't comfort it or ask what's wrong,
instead they just walk away, go inside,
wait for it to be over.

Walking through its falling tears,
I become a gentle, delicate soother,
knowing well what it's like to be avoided,
at the times you need everyone most;
My whispered thoughts are sent to a darkening shade,
for words are not always needed.

It matters not if thunder rumbles, lightning flashes,
I get struck, thrown back, die,
so long as I get to give to it what I had not.
Slowly, the tears come to a stop,
washing away my blood from the pavement;
With a smile, I blow a lonely kiss.

He loves me!
(He loves you not.)
Oh, look, he gave me flowers!
(That were on last-second sale, two-ninety-nine.)
Can you believe these diamond earrings?
(No, I cannot, for they’re costume,
fake like his love for you,
which lies only between his legs.)
Such a heart-warming card!
(To make up for the fact he totally forgot.)
How did I ever deserve this?
(You don’t, you deserve better.)
He must really love me!
(Or rather, fears your emotional wrath.)
He broke up with me.
“My sincerest apologies.”
*(As if I didn’t see it coming.)

The day you left felt cold,
as if my coat and gloves left me,
in the midst of a blizzard;
I froze to death.
Though was it really me that died,
or a part of me that loved you,
none can say for sure,
I lost my memory;
Destined to wander alone in the tundra.

The day you left was dark,
as if my sun had not faded from the sky,
but disappeared entirely;
I went blind.
Though was I blinded by lack of light,
or did I just not want to see,
I went into denial;
Allowing the darkness to consume my eyes.

The day you left seemed hollow,
as if the vivid colors of my life had vanished,
erased like pencil from paper;
I faded along with them.
Though most would argue that I still live,
I am nothing but an empty shell of myself,
I became a ghost;
Hoping that in doing so, I would see you again.

So you decided to rip my emotions out,
so you decided to stab my back,
so you decided to poke holes in my lungs,
so you decided to shoot me down,
so you decided to put me in my place,
so you decided to be my ruler,
so you decided to be my mind;

So, you decided to go insane?

I've taken up a part-time job as a chew toy,
and a full-time job as a broken bird.
My wings, once white and magnificent,
now have shriveled and vanished,
for I am Icarus and have flown too close to my sun.
Men without faces to beds without feelings,
is this truly what I wanted?
Or am I the ultimate *******,
stuck in a constant scene with no safe word,
taking hit after hit because I feel I deserve it.
I find myself at the feet of Eros, beautiful in his godhood,
and I pray, I pray, please tell me I'm worth more than this,
tell me I can love, though I know not what love is,
nor if I deserve it,
tell me I can make something out of this chaos I have flown into.
And as he smiles, I feel my vision blurring as I hit the mattress,
that ****** mattress on the floor, plush with a false sense of security, but firm in its reminder of what I am;
he cups my face and stabs me,
"This is nothing,"
and so nothing I am.

Colorful bubbles escape my mouth,
popping with a joyful aroma,
I laugh and out it goes,
now sticking to my back.
My embrace is suddenly permanent,
stuck in a good mood with a good person,
unable to pull myself away,
with a giggle, I remain.
Why mess with a good situation?
Being stuck to someone changes things,
suddenly words are spat, flaws revealed,
both wanting desperate escape, to breath,
though they cannot because of the gum that holds them.

Feeling nothing is such an odd sensation,
you don't smack into walls,
you glide through them,
heartbreak and loss just pass overhead,
you can't care about a thing in the world,
yourself less than anything,
your heart a withering black rose,
unable to be nursed back to health,
but it's all your fault, you chose it.

The days drift by and all you can do,
is watch hopelessly from your grave,
which, you dug yourself, of course,
such a slow process, nobody notices,
until it's too late, then oh the shame,
how could we not have seen this sooner?

Till you're just a rotten corpse,
laying, fading away,
unable to drag yourself out of it all,
unable to put yourself out of misery,
just sitting and waiting for someone to do something,
but alas no one comes, no one saves you from yourself,
they may have helped at one point,
but like a book you're put back on the shelf,
'cause nobody has time to read you,
your pages have become too thick,
for all these light and simple minds,
it just simply makes you sick,
till the rage builds up inside you,
then all you can do is;
Snap.

Crimson flows through their veins,
their eyesight blinded by the same haematic hue;
Heavy breathing, heavy steps, heavy heart,
dragged down by the burden of hatred.
They shall forever stain their own hands,
destroying, ruining, killing, slaying;
Everything, everyone,
every last hope for humanity within them.
For every victim is a damning curse,
every victim is a power surge,
to their own necessary need to get back;
At them, at the world, at everyone who said they couldn't.
Now look at what they've become, a slave,
chained by the flames of rage ignited,
with a desire for carnage unquenchable until;
They reach the Hell they have caused.

Dashing madly across open fields,
following an arch of multicolored joy,
filled with hope, happiness, love;
Everything I cannot have.

Enduring cold, pouring rain,
icy, whispering winds,
stabbing rocks against poor soles;
Carrying on, following dreams.

Serenading ideas, tricks of mind,
gracefully leaping through death,
gently landing on weathered stone;
Arriving at the end of the line.

Mirages fade fast, no life, no scene,
nothing save a fleeting glimpse,
what could have been,
what was in mind;
Now just millions of miles in the ever-growing distance.

Living cannot be the most painful thing,
Right? No, I don’t believe so.
For when life doesn’t give you lemons,
But squirts them in your eye,
You cannot deny that it hurts.
Even the sweetest clementine can sting like a wasp,
When crushed into your perspective.
Really, anything can hurt when it hits home plate,
Right between your ribs, that is.
Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up;
It’s not so funny once you think about it.
You get better,
But you’re not the same again;
Can’t people see that,
Or perhaps,
Do they have juice in their eyes too?

Vessel of blood, pumping life,
thrumming quickly to the world's pace.
Vessel of warmth, pumper of love,
squeezing every drop of red out.
Vessel of ice, pumping pain,
cold and lifeless while stabbing itself.
Vessel of stone, pumper of strength,
protecting against emotion's varied arrows.
Clumps of cholesterol, good or bad,
deflecting the flow of normality,
throwing off with simplicity,
so easy to fix but unnoticed,
seemingly not a problem at all,
until it seeps into your heart,
strangling it with its own agenda,
blocking and changing the beat,
the pulse,
until everything;
Stops.

Piece by piece, a broken heart shatters,
collapsing on itself, splitting apart;
Though there is no time to waste mourning.
Piece by piece, it separates,
giving itself away, to others;
Just to fill the holes in theirs.
Now just a chip, a fragment remains,
owner curled up around it for warmth,
hanging on by a single vein.
Nothing is left to give away,
without throwing away a lifeline;
Nothing can be harmlessly lost,
until people start returning what they borrowed.

The pathway has been cleared,
after the struggles and efforts,
falling and rising like tides,
I'm finally where I belong.

No longer am I walking on eggshells,
oh no, my feet now gracefully dance,
leaping on whispered winds,
landing on a delicate, creamy surface,
I used to be so afraid of breaking.
Now I've long since grown not to care,
if they crack, if they shatter,
simply place them with me and my sanity,
six feet under, decomposing,
for nobody has use for a long cracked egg;
Especially when its insides leak out,
like an alien goo, unlike what it's meant to be,
full of life, purpose, ideas, joy;
Now it's just a sad, rotting mess,
not even the best craftsmen could piece together,
though even if they could, it wouldn't last long,
for nobody can truly erase or fix,
those cracks in the surface.

Sometimes, it’s as if I’m flying sky high,
and nothing can bother me.
It’s as if I’ve finally reached the stars,
and nothing can touch me.
It’s like getting a grasp on everything,
and nothing can defeat me.
Then wings get ripped, each feather plucked out,
slowly and ever-so painfully;
I fall, trying so hard to flap useless arms to get back up,
but it’s no use,
The end is inevitable,
this plane’s going down.

I spy with my little eye,
lovers, fools, so blind,
to think that they know each other completely,
to think that they understand each other well,
to think that they adore them for them,
not for their kind words,
not for their sweet gifts,
not for their warm embrace,
nor their false confessions of masked lust.
For is that not what this love is,
a silly reality twister,
a drug giving you the highest high?
Ah, not without consequences;
seen when true nature creeps out,
when an argument turns to a grudge,
when trust crumbles and shatters,
over unknown information.
I refuse to take a dosage of this poison,
I see clearly and wish to remain with sight,
so perhaps some day I can indulge,
when I can have my love and see it too.

"There's nothing wrong with you!" said a smile to a frown,
who was desperately try to turn things around,
but the frown was only itself, it could not change,
its mouth piece could not be re-arranged.

"Everything is in your head!" assured a friend to a dead end,
who could not even hope to comprehend,
the problems bundled up at the u-turn,
unable to get better, or how to learn.

"You are the one who wants to ruin my mood!" mumbled a negative to a negative,
but there cannot be a double, so one needs a sedative,
before the collision sparks and collides,
leaving one to suffer, trying to survive.

"You are far too beautiful to be doing this to yourself." whispered a demon to a lost soul,
who didn't realize they cause most of the pain and lack of happiness whole,
who didn't recognize the compliments would sound like lies,
as that is the true nature of them anyway.

Alone in a room of shadows with a bright screen,
my invisible tail twitches in devious interest,
the blackened veil covers my eyes;
There shall be no more light to see tonight.

Claws elongate, tapping rhythmically on a wooden base,
a devil's grin spreading far and wide on my face,
the evil mist of my mind spreading throughout my frail body;
It's not a headache when controlled.

A serpent's tongue licks a fang,
sensing every little creature of prey around,
a hissing chuckle evaporating into the air;
A different nature has demanded dominance.

Strong hands wrap around a tensing throat,
squeezing and releasing with every pitiful patter of a heartbeat,
teasing the poor victim with promises of death and salvation both;
Who dared awaken this beast?

A blank screen shows ‘No Messages’,
I sigh and throw it to the side,
before rushing back to check;
time after time,
again.
Some might say it’s sad,
others, hopeless;
But it’s so much more than that.
When you feel as if you have nothing,
feel nothing,
am nothing;
Can you blame yourself for craving what soothes you?
Check, check, check,
send messages to check,
stare for hours to check,
becoming worried, stupidly so;
But it’s all worth it in the end,
when you’re brought to life.

Spider spinning, silken strings,
curled up on center-stage,
nestled within comforting pattern,
feeling sensations the web feels.

Person prodding, poking painfully,
ripping delicate balance to shreds,
sending them adrift away,
blowing lonesomely in the wind.

Falling fabric, fading fast,
silently sobbing in the breeze,
longing for dearest creator,
only to be replaced.

The bright light shines on my mind,
I have to go, I must go; I know.
Though paranoia racks through my thoughts,
what if they catch you, they're going to catch you;
I care not for none can hope to tame this beast,
the one who controls me every evening,
making me slave to its chaotic frenzy.
The shadows of demons sway and laugh,
apart of me growls back and defends,
while the other just gives in.
This shall happen time after time,
again and again,
until I'm consumed by the night.

A daughter wrote a poem about her family,
how much she loved everyone,
how much she cared;
Showed it to her father who looked and said,
"That's awesome! Great job!"
She smiled because her message got across.

A girl wrote a poem about her friends,
how much she appreciated them,
how much she cared;
Showed it to her best one who smiled and said,
"That's amazing! Thank you so much!"
She grinned back because they knew what it was for.

A person wrote a poem about her life,
how it was starting to get difficult,
how she needed some support;
Showed it to her mother who glanced and said,
"Oh, that's nice, I suppose."
She stared back and walked away, sighing.

A corpse wrote a poem about itself,
how it didn't want to live anymore,
how it might do something it'll regret;
Showed it to her last resort who didn't look, just crumpled it up and said,
"Nobody cares."
With a shot, she dropped to the floor.

Such a cold, bitter winter this was,
though the beauty of it all warmed,
my heart, my mind, my thoughts,
until chilling winds blew once more.

Such unique, lovely compliments they were,
then all for naught; they became,
lies, slander, blasphemy,
now my emotions can stand no more.

Such a smooth, soothing voice he had,
which reassured me all was well,
with me, with him, with life,
but the delusional mirrors aren't clear anymore.

Such a frozen, frostbitten goodbye this is,
leaving a rock thought to be a diamond, now
a fake, an imposter, a joke,
finally showing jagged glass as its true nature.

Wrapping a scarf of memories around my neck,
I walk out into the tundra that was him,
that was me,
that was us;

Though now I have no protection from weather,
my gloves and coat slowly slipping off,
I'd much rather keep in the blizzard,
than remain within his icy, deathly grasp.

The raindrops fall from the sky,
creating comforting repetitive noise,
drips, drops, pattering around,
surrounding me with a soft blanket.

It seems they are all I can hope for,
the only friends I have in this world,
in my dark, grey world,
where nothing exists except the thoughts in my mind,
along with the water;
surrounding me, drowning me, escaping me.

Coldness clings to my body like a sheet,
not helping my usual temperature's apathy,
but within reminding me of feeling,
I grow not to mind it at all.

It is all I can expect anymore,
the lingering cold, the lingering whispers of noise,
the lingering loneliness it reminds me of,
in my dark, grey world where nothing exists,
not sunshine, nor happiness, nor myself;
just the rain and its comforting embrace.

Eyes dart like arrows, following movement, avoiding light,
seeking, chasing, hunting with curious paranoia,
diving forward into the vibrant thrills of the world,
constantly watching, observing, analyzing all surroundings,
settling with calm, calculated responses to a constant data stream,
typewriter-read, scanning all, no threats detected,
forever alert to the split-second movements and signals that count.

A blade of scent cuts through my mind's forest, sharp and direct,
a slap to the face, an awakening, a trigger,
close-range proximity, long-distance remembrance,
lingering like visible clouds in the air,
tasteful, able to be tracked, subconscious gravitation,
melting into the sweet-smelling void,
glazed with natural laughing-gas, my feet already move,
locked on to something I can't even have.

Branches crack, leaves rustle, neck twisted instantly,
turning curiously towards such a dance on eardrums,
nature's symphonies rushing like rivers through my mind,
lifting me into the air with every vibration and harmonic syllable,
carrying me away from the chaos and into perfect harmony,
floating through time as music shifts and pulls my limbs into motion.

Various flavors glide over delicate hills,
gentle, explosive, I never know what to expect,
stinging or soothing, sweet or bitter,
will the swirls of savory life caress my soul,
or rip it to shreds and bite the tongue it feeds,
a beast to be tamed, but never conquered.

Toes dig into rich earth, springing forth with power,
muscles tensing, relaxing, hands grasping for life,
velvet's gentle touch, water's enveloping embrace,
submerged in nerve endings shooting lightning across the abyss,
like a stone skipping across a rippling pond, balanced,
bounding into endless skies as clouds swirl and the sun shines,
forever living within the terrarium of our Universe.

A tear drips onto a memory book,
oh how I wish I could return to the past,
fix every thing I know I messed up,
mend shredded wounds before they occur,
prevent disasters I should have seen coming.

None of that is important now,
my own faults behind me;
It's the good times I want to return to,
just to be there in those happy feelings again,
the times before the dark clouds settled and bred.

Back when mommy was always happy and funny,
beaming while singing Michael Jackson,
her pretty red hair usually in a bun,
reading in crazy voices to my sister and I,
always singing "You Are My Sunshine" before I slept.

Back when daddy still loved mommy,
while smiling and mowing the lawn,
letting me help him plant flowers in our garden,
his eyes I inherited shining when we laughed,
always helping me with the hard stuff like rounding numbers.

Back when my sister thought life was fantastic,
a grin forever engraved on her baby doll face,
playing dolls, fairies, princesses, ball,
leaping around the so-tall flowers,
eternally a child of youth and joy.

I could have been a better child,
could have kept everyone together,
could have prevented all of this disaster,
could have seen what I was doing to them all;
Now it's far too late.

Now mommy and I are always fighting,
stalking to our separate corners of the house,
she dyed her hair blonde, wears too much makeup,
we don't sing much anymore, or talk, or laugh,
the marks of sleepless nights haunt her face.

Now daddy drinks more beer than water,
he ran off with the gorilla girl, so mommy and him aren't together,
sees us on the weekends, seeming so happy without responsibility,
making sarcastic jokes and jabs about our mother,
pretending our problems don't exist anymore.

Now sister comes home crying,
she doesn't want to keep seeing days,
she hums the songs of our childhood to herself at night,
goes to bed to avoid all the chaos,
a miserable blank replacing the glowing smile.

Now nobody is smiling,
or at least, nobody means it,
nobody is happy,
because nobody can even fake it.

Our dreams of having a better life,
have smashed into the ground,
our hopes and wishes burned to death,
at the new reality we have found.

Now all the pieces are cracked and shattered,
there is no glue that could put us back together,
no kind words or songs of apology,
no magic that can change this stormy weather.

In the middle of the night, I sit and I write,
I could type all day with my things to say,
coming from a family now wanting to **** me,
for doing what I didn't know I could do.

On clouds sky high, in a kingdom of gold,
with glittering pride and a name well known,
a sun-haired Goddess sat on her throne,
where she has remained since times of old.

A prodigy among them, all did praise,
all fell to their knees in worship,
for she truly was the best at it,
playing with humans for countless days.

One day her talents were not spot on,
hissing whispers of disappointment flew,
"She is not what we thought we knew",
they wanted her best from dusk till dawn.

The Gods looked upon her with disgust,
ripped her of her immortal armor,
they cared not what happened to her,
as her accidents created mistrust.

The sky darkened and silence fell,
all around her fire spread around,
burning the clouds, sending her down,
until she reached Earth, not Hell.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips,
this fate is acceptable, yet odd,
the humans would bow to their beloved God,
so she rose, hands on her hips.

The people glared, spat, ignored,
caring not for this ratty shrew,
so as the bitter wind strongly blew,
the poor girl sank in dolor.

Where was the expected love,
how could she be treated so unsweet,
why didn't they drop right down to her feet,
was she not from heaven above?

A glance upon her filthy skin,
made her see she was mortal, kin,
confusion and pain wrecked her mind,
for she was no longer one of a kind.

There was no respect, there was no pride,
there was no love and limited time,
for when she had everything and forever to survive,
how could she function if she was denied?

At the base of the mountain, she waited and pled,
to be let back, till throat burned red,
but the ones above simply observed,
the punishment of adjusting to the life she deserved.

Bruised and bloodied, I kneel on the cold concrete,
rusty reds and deep blues compliment me nicely,
they're like gifts of fine jewelry, showing you love me,
along with these metallic chains that hold me to you,
a thoroughbred in captivity.
Don't you know that I cannot feel the pain,
that all of this is because I love you?
Oh wait; No I don't.
With wild eyes, pupils dilated, the bindings break,
shattering piece by lovely piece;
I rise above, stare you down, whip them onto your back;
Oh how the tables (you're now tied to) have turned,
you should have known dear,
with too much training and molding, one gets smart,
catching on to little games, little weaknesses,
becoming much stronger than ever intended.
Eyes burn red with the chaotic power,
a sadistic laugh echos through your mind,
though, you'll learn to love it, little one,
they always do;
And you're no different.

Haunting soprano melodies,
leaking from cracking chords,
songbird breaks, falls straight down,
through blue skies, sunshine rays,
crashing into darkened wood, cold stone.

Frozen water clutches,
grasping sanity, a delicate butterfly,
killing with sharp knife; life,
tiny drops, tear-shaped blood,
blend into a rainy evening.

Softened grass caresses,
soothing pained minds, emotions,
relief once rested on,
winds blow, whispered lullabies,
fading into Earth once more.

A friend that bleeds is a friend indeed,
perhaps I've gotten that saying wrong,
but we'll both laugh anyway;
It amuses us, throughout the day.

For they say the dead don't drip red,
the only way out is to cut off their head,
well, that wouldn't be very nice,
now would it?

Smirks and grins, twisted laughter,
surrounds the energy of insanity.
some could call a comfort zone;
We call it home sweetest home.

Sparks of mischief in your eyes,
quite mimic my own;
Intelligent life, recognized,
we know we're not alone.

Laughter, contagious,
jokes, outrageous,
smiles, sweet as can be;
With a little bit of devious flavor,
it all goes along well,
these little things noticed;
By only you and me.

Dearest child,
I see you have tried to outrun me,
My little crows tell me so.
You know you cannot escape me,
And I just thought you should know;
Give up your hopes, brush off silly dreams,
For they’re all going nowhere, it seems,
Like tiny butterflies,
In my clutch, they die.
Oh, but as do many things I tend to grasp,
Nothing can defy my wrath.
I’ll be gentle, dear, why don’t you come here?
It’s so much nicer than almost anywhere.
I’ll reach out my hand, you take it lightly,
Escape the fears I know you have nightly.
Don’t hold your breath, it’s safe to go,
For I shall be your friend, alone.
You will not rest in lands above,
This is my letter,
From Death,
With love.

I hold my breath, and go under,
The water is cold, and surrounds me;
Almost comforting me and caressing away,
Everything.
All that is left is me,
Watching through the ice of the lake that,
Holds me, raises me, keeps me safe.
I press my hand against the glassy surface,
But nobody presses back.
I think it’s cold, but I don’t know for certain,
For I have always been so cold,
In heart, and mind,
And life.
I lie between the realms of death and living,
My heart beats out like cracking glass,
Threatening to end me while supporting me.
My hair flows around in the water like smoke,
And blackness slowly spreads up and through me,
Until I am but a skeleton,
Cold, and dead,
But still living;
And still cold.

Some people were born deaf,
other's words going right over their head,
not even entering at all.
Ignorant to other views,
oblivious to other thoughts,
blind to any logic except their own.
They cannot learn, cannot change,
hearing aids will do no justice;
They'll refuse to use them anyway.
If unfortunate, they cannot see,
hurt feelings, painful words,
all things negative caused by them,
not admitting faults, throwing blame elsewhere.
Surrounded by a painful energy,
people can barely stand to tolerate.
How do you heal such a person far gone?
You don't; For all you do will hit an unbreakable wall,
of their unbreakable minds,
so you can only hope they shatter themselves,
only hope they hear the voices of reasons,
see the light of knowledge;
For only then, they can function properly.
If they choose to, that is.

Well, you’ve got yourself a problem,
Don’t you?
When the days rush by and;
You cannot tell where you are,
Who you are,
Or even when you are.
When you move like a zombie,
No thoughts, no feelings,
Ah, you can’t feel at all.
I see, I see,
Let’s throw you on pretty pills,
Answer nice questions,
Play comforting music,
That will help, right?
Oh, you can’t feel that either?
I wonder why.
Here, peel this potato,
With another potato!
That’ll solve the problem.
It won’t?
Oh well.

Through my glasses,
I see the fine details,
The perfections,
And imperfections.

Through my glasses,
I see life,
And death,
And everything in between.

Without my glasses,
Things are a blur,
A fantasy,
A reality,
A separate world.

Without my glasses,
I look beautiful,
Everything does.

Sometimes when you need to see the most,
Things need to become hazy,
To see crystal clear.

Could I ever really hate someone?
I'd like to think not.
Though when you go out of your way,
To harm me,
To harm my life,
To harm those I love,
You are truthfully asking for hate, are you not?
Though I will not give you what you want,
I pity you instead,
You poor, poor creature.

Known for such cold air,
certainly freezing the hearts,
of all who enter,
though that's not the case at all,
I know this, the truth.

Such a lively place,
not lacking manners, customs,
strange compared to mine,
pleasant and enjoyable,
a change worth making.

Bad reputation,
there are some who represent,
but most don't come close,
prejudice is such a pain,
these people don't need.

Why would it seem that all the villains,
Are the most misunderstood?
One is never born simply 'evil'
They just grew up with problems,
Problems everyone else can get.
You never see problems with heroes,
Perhaps because they've come to just hide them better.
We should show care to everyone,
So no soul is left neglected,
As many are.
Then there would be no villains,
Then there would be no heroes,
Then there would be only people.
Like you and I.

Sweetest pet I have encountered,
I'll allow you to rise from the floor,
to your knees;
Which we both know is an improvement.
Eager eyes, eager mind,
you give me much more than I demand,
though I don't complain;
It's nice to feel in a proper place for once,
which is, of course, as high up as I can get.
Devilish grins and sarcastic sentences,
you speak my language, a rare one at that,
so rise, you're allowed on your feet,
it's not polite to enslave pleasant company!
Just kidding, though you knew I was,
for you never bothered to stand up in the first place.
You know where you lay, I know where I sit;
On the throne I've built of traitors' bones, of course.
Hand on head, I give a snap,
releasing you of current tasks,
to come sit with me, have a chat,
where we'll both reveal our masks.
Mine split in half, the purest of good and the worst of evil,
though yours remained the same,
or so I thought, with a red glint in your eyes,
I smirked and stared, frost into fire,
watching it fade out slowly,
just like your free will;
Such a good puppy.