We smile, laugh, send kind words each way,
radiating joy and sweetness,
though it is stopped by a clear wall.
Voices travel smoothly though our ears,
but there is no touch, no warmth,
no matter how close together we become,
we are blocked by this clear wall.
Attempts to punch through it are feeble,
for the pane is miles thick,
you’d need to go around it,
maybe swallow a pill and float through.
My heart is mechanical, typing hearts,
filling my brain with pleasant feelings,
but the remainder of the beating flesh,
knows this to be true,
but refuses to accept it for it remembers;
Human love.

My, my, look what we have here,
a lovely double lady,
double-headed, double-crossing; double trouble.

You pick at the stitches of your sewn-up friends,
poking and prodding at the stuffing threatening to overflow,
smirking and having a nice time.
I, the Jester, the Joker, the Fool,
do what I do best, better than you,
all in good fun, it is, it is!

You laugh one moment,
neck cracking the next,
before tearing off my nicely-sewn head!
Yes, for what you may do,
I obviously may not,
that's clearly how this circus is run!

A dip and a sigh barely escapes painted lips,
before ridicule is set upon for such a thing,
oh how dare I have ever-so-slight feelings!
You scream out with joy and porcelain affections,
but oh, not a word from the supporting cast,
lest our mouths be ripped off!

A twitch pulls my strings and around your throat they go,
making sure to get both heads tightly wound,
making sure of your faults, you know,
making sure that after, I'm not around.
Were you in my place, you'd do the same,
so not a peep out of you, darling,
we the people, of judgement fair,
sentence you to a silent killing.

How dare you spit venom at me,
say you care,
warp my reality,
make my temper flare!

How dare you have the audacity,
to throw acidic memories in my face,
to have such total apathy,
to say I'm a sad disgrace!

You're a fool, liar, traitor;
I'm better off without.

Dive deep into the abyss of the night sky,
or perhaps the never-ending deep of the ocean,
the darkened atmosphere on a rainy day;
A shade always known but never remembered.

Imagine the feeling of loneliness,
never fitting in anywhere, even though you belong,
always mistaking you for someone else;
Never getting to be yourself.

Gaze upon the deepest hue in midnight irises,
their delicate petals showing it well,
a beauty in nature not often seen;
Always a wonder to behold.

Reach into your mind and pull out the pigment,
of your third eye, intuition, blackened wonder,
never a favorite, so complicated,
yet between these blues and purples,
it is certainly my favorite of all.

How does anyone expect to                                   **** me

when I am already dead and                                  please,

don’t mind my monotone self, it                             cant

help the way it grew up; not being able to             feel.

anything it wants to, only what it doesn’t               desire

and sometimes it really is painful when it            hurts

to love and smile and laugh because                  when

the simplest things suddenly become                 complications

in life  and emotions pile up and                          overflow.

                                I think to myself I should just

                                          *d i s a p p e a r.

Dearest child, come here, come near,
whisper your secrets into my waiting ear,
I'll stay right here until you're through,
even then, I'll remain with you;

Into the night where monsters play,
it's alright, we were born this way,
destined to be misunderstood,
destined to wander deep in the wood;

Running and striding past trees of green,
where problems are forgotten and we're not seen,
though that's okay, we rarely are,
disappearing is how we've come so far;

So come with me, to fantasy,
to a place where all is meant to be,
where birds sing and flowers smell sweet,
to journey together is such a lovely treat.

I feel my eyes drooping,
The pattern is still looping.
One day, to a night,
I just sleep and feel alright.
But now I cannot escape,
To that world where there is no hate.
For I know a greater horror lurks there,
But yet it really is everywhere.
A flash, a slight closing of my eyes,
And I awake back to that place of lies.
If I shall awaken from this horrid nightmare,
If I do survive, I might be changed. Beware.

Smile brightly for them, girl,
they want to see you cry,
but you've got to be positive,
you've got to be happy,
happier than I ever could be;
Do it for them.

Lift your chin up, girl,
rough times lay ahead,
but you've got to be brave,
you've got to be strong,
stronger than I ever could be;
Do it for me.

Rise out of the ashes, girl,
everyone's going to burn you down,
but you've got to bounce back,
you've got to fly high,
higher than I ever could get;
Do it for yourself.

They call me austere,
Silent,
Judging,
Cold.
They call me loquacious,
Ebullient,
Bubbly,
Imaginative.
They call me vicious,
Solid,
Frozen,
Harmful.
They call me beguiling,
Beautiful,
Chimerical,
Quiescent.
I say I am aberrant,
Different,
Decent,
Unknown.
What truthfully am I?

Colorful leaves swirl through my thoughts,
I get carried away with them so often,
for the warmth of their hues remind me;
When the world is cold, nature remains warm,
and as the winds pick up and play with my hair,
I know I am not alone.

My parents warned me,
"Don't you ever talk to strangers, especially online."
Well, I suppose I did not listen.
However, that decision,
Was the best I've ever made.

Tell me,
How is it that people are kinder here than face-to-face,
In the "real world."?
I met great friends,
Friends that accept me,
Friends that appreciate me,
Friends that love me.

So why would they warn us not to do this?
With wisdom, you know who not to trust,
With common sense, you know what not to do,
With common sense, you know what not to post.

Oh yes, that is correct...
Sense is not common anymore.
There are still liars,
Hunters,
Predators.

And parents wonder "What if?"
They run into one,
They talk to one,
They reveal everything to one?

There is a small chance,
But it remains there,
It is sempiternal, that fact.
And around that universal rule,
You learn.

Dew-covered spiderweb glistening during dusk,
faint rays of sunlight escaping through intricate threads,
sparkling drops, liquid beauty, attract the curious like of friendly-flies,
all too eager, peering with fascination upon you,
listening in silence to a whispering traveling from shadows,
voice soft as a moth's wing, drifting through popped ears;
Only butterflies can hear the music of it all.

Some back away, cries of terror, misunderstanding,
others pluck at strings, strike matches, let stray thorns loose,
tearing down pattern by pattern,
oblivious to solitary facts, the true nature of arachnids;
If your web gets torn, you build again.

Such powerful strength from will alone,
continuing to do what others refuse to or cannot,
stitching wounds one by one with nimble limbs,
every move a graceful dance, every gesture a serenade,
it is no wonder they cannot help but fall into lovely illusions,
perhaps they untidy them, disorganize pictures;
Though you cannot blame spiders for building,
only the foolishness of flies who get stuck,
walking into the parlor.

When wounds open yet again,
tears never failing to flow,
I curl up in the lion’s den,
listening to lullabies they think they know.
I cry out like a mewling lamb,
my hopes and dreams clawed to death,
thoughts flood out from a broken dam,
though on my neck I feel their hot breath.

Mary, I am a little lamb,
but my fleece is not snowy white,
take me in as company, if you can,
so I may see the light.
The journey that has dirtied me,
it’s lonesome, weary, true,
but perhaps it shall not be,
with a nice friend such as you.

You took me in and fed me well,
now I must say goodbye,
to wander down where monsters dwell,
I’ve avoided them too long and to face them I must try.

Mary had a little lamb,
her fleece became white as snow,
it seems she has run off again,
and this time remains alone.