when we are born
we are pure
unharmed
untouched
so innocent

same as a flower

as we grow older
we begin to blossom
our roots begin to grow
we start to sprout

we live a little
as a beautiful innocent thing
we stand tall
we stand sprouted

but someone always comes around
and tears off our petals
turning us to be
not as beautiful as before
on the outside

but someone comes around also
and carefully picks the flower
and cherishes it
even if it isn't as beautiful
as it was before

that person still sees the goodness in it
its still a flower
it used to be beautiful
but it still stands strong

we all die
as a wilted flower
not as pure
not as innocent
but still a beautiful flower

drawing is what i do
its what i love
i can't go a day without it

many lines and curves
to make a piece of art

but here's the twist

i only use one color
on the piece of art
God given to me

its silver and shiny
sharp at the edges

the result
dark red coming from the canvas

superman
the usual buff man in a cape
thats what they want you to think
that it is the only way for true love
but does true love end
at the lowering of the casket
depending on the strength of the love
it could disintegrate into thin air
or burst stronger than before
superman isn't like the one in Marvel
he may fight fires
save lives
or swoop you off of your feet
but how do you know the difference
between superman
and the wicked villain
who will leave you broken to pieces
lying numb on the cold hard floor

father father
it's your little girl
age 5
your pretty princess

floral dresses
scraped knees
chocolate stains on my cheeks

daddy daddy
it's your whole world
12 years old
your baby girl

report cards
best friends
dancing queen

father father
it's your precious joy
your own little queen

she's not so innocent anymore
you beat her
she disappointed you

daddy daddy
you lost her
18 years old
she's gone

she's across the world
with a boy she thinks treats her right
better than you ever did

father father
you lost your baby
and you may never get her back

do you ever feel alone even when you are surrounded by people
your mind is screaming to get out
but it can't
because it's trapped in its own prison cell of the skull
you just want to scream at everyone around you
i'm not invisible
i can hear you
i'm not blind
i can see you laughing and pointing
can't you see the pain behind my eyes
the tears filling up
most can't see the inside
the emptiness of your stomach from hunger over a course of days
the tears coming to your eyes and the struggle to get them to leave
the long sleeves that hide darkened and red scars
and fresh blood pouring from my veins
my happiness was taken away after the lies and the realization
that i will never ever be good enough
i'll always be too annoying
too fat
too awkward
too this, too that
maybe that's why i get treated the way i do
i did something wrong
i screamed
i cried
i took that cold blade
and released my pain
the more it slides, the angrier i get
deeper and deeper i go
until i'm lying soulless
lifeless
in a pool of my own blood
that disgrace will now be lying
down in the earth
as the rest of the world
seems to never care...

i dive into the water
being the fish that i am
i swim and swim underwater
to drown the demons inside of my head
i hear laughing
its just a joke
they snicker
woah she's a good actress
she actually looks dead
as they poke and push
to ******* up
the snicker more
an insult
some teasing
pushed her over the edge
she said goodbye when she jumped in
they roll her over
her lips blue
her skin cold
her soul has left her body
they cry
they shake her
she couldn't take it anymore
as she was yelping and crying
stop stop stop
while the others slept happily
they didn't see her suffer
nor did they care
the world's bravest guppy
never got to turn into a shark
she just jumped
swam
and died
doing what she loved most
at an extreme

beyond the boundaries of the city
lies a whole other world filled with trees and unexplored paths
creaking bridges above rushing waves
what if the bridge breaks?
I shrug my shoulders as i jump up and down
making my way down the old boards
we make the S turn up the roads and
looking down at the cliff and simply just admiring the beauty
instead of safety
there's just something about exiting the city boundaries
that changes your perspective and mindset.
maybe its the fact that you wouldn't mind taking your last breath
inhaling campfire smoke
the aroma of wet earth and pine
the peace, without chaos