this house,
this house where I cried so many tears,
this house where I drank my first bear,
this house where wounds went unattended,
this house where I was left alone
this house where my heart grew cold,
this house where the kitchen knives sang,
this house where the past called my name,
this house where I grew small,
this house that knew me,
comforted me and consumed me.

The first few hours reminiscing seem nice,
but dear lord what a waist that was,
thinking about how pretty your smile was,
or those big blue eyes,
such a wast,
because I wish you would have held me like you hold her,
I wish you could look at me the same,
"its okay,
I'm not upset,
shes pretty,
you two are cute together,"
I say,
but that doesn't make it hurt any less,
but you don't care,
hold her tight wile I wast some more time,
some more thought,
more effort,
just to waist this poem on you.

Don't take a blade and cut yourself
its not worth the blood or the pain
In the end its just the scars left on your body
and the remainder of the idiot who caused you to do it

How is it,
That I am stuck in this world,
Surrounded by these "people,"
When none of them feel human at all
Is their really a heart in that numb thing you call a body?
Is it that I'm differnt or that they're all the same.

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

Maybe its when the when the streets flooded with garbage,
or when innocent creatures drown in human waste,
or maybe when sanity has been driven off the cliff,
straight into to hell,
maybe then,
the world might realize that we are the cause of our own downfall.