News feeds and nose bleeds,

staring back through the screen,

shouting, and screaming,

everyone is doing fine if you catch my meaning,

photographers and band members,

but the poet, no one remembers,

singers are showing their songs,

and painters are filling their bongs,

messengers going on benders,

but the poet, no one remembers,

they are burning up the page,

with their eyes filled with ambitious rage,

saying things that have meanings to another,

everyone likes,

everyone acts like future lenders,

but the poet, no one remembers,

everything is great,

in the pictures they take,

doing something that matters to the rest of the Earth,

people heralding what they have done since their birth,

born into ambition,

showing another used up rendition,

to them, it is but just the beginning of soon to be embers,

but the poet, no one remembers

it's midnight, and i'm all alone
usually i'm fine being on my own
but thoughts of you seem to plague my mind
memories from before you are hard to find
because you have completely enraptured my brain
how is it that you are cause of my joy and the cause of my pain?

it's 1 am, and i'm by myself
i think that i was injured when i fell
i fell for you, and all your glory
won't you please tell me one last story?
just one more word before i drive myself mad
how is it that you can make me both happy and sad?

it's two am, and i'm terrified
your image has unleashed the demon inside
i know you don't love me, but neither do i
all of my unrequited feelings make me want to die
and my love for you has gone way too far
how is it that something so beautiful could leave such a scar?

it's three am, and i'm almost gone
all that's left of me is the sound of your favorite song
i've become such a beast for your love
preying on you like a hawk preys on a dove
but it's my body, not yours,  that i attack
how is it that no matter how much i love you, you won't love me back?

it's four am, and i'm merely a ghost
i'm at your mercy, tied to your whipping post
not the drink nor the blade nor the lighter can heal
nothing can change the fact that love for you is all that i can feel
i think of nothing but you as i lay still in my bed
how is it that something as brilliant as love could make someone dead?

it's six am, and it's time for me to wake
but my mother finds i won't move no matter how much she shakes
i've been found surrounded by blood in my eternal sleep
the love that i felt for you ran way too deep
so i tried to cut it out by shredding my veins
how is it that love could cause so much pain?

Life is like a book
As our life continues on:
the plot changes
There's romance and action;
adventure and comedy;
plot twists and shockers;
conversations and drama;
And a cliche moment every now and then

But...life isn't like a book
If it's a bad life, we can't change the beginning,
Only how it ends
We can revise all we want but that doesn't mean
It'll get easier to understand
We can't skip ahead and see what happens next

We're authors of our own stories
Every day we write new pages of our lives
We face obstacles
And criticism
And through it all we still manage to write our legacy
And when it's complete
Only then can we look back and finally understand
That we not only completed our stories on our lives
But also became characters in other's books
And then we understand
Life is like a book

I didn't want to go to band camp!
You didn't listen did you mother?
Where's dad? Where is my dad?
He's living with a ***** who isn't my mother.
Wake up! He cheated on you stupid mother.
Such a dumb mom to believe dad.
Who's condoms were on the car floor?
Did you and dad have *** and you didn't know it?
He lied mother!
I'm on his facebook and yours.
I see dad's long list of women with **** pics.
***** to be his 18 year old daughter.
My dad the ******* with a string of net lovers.
Dear old dad if I had a string of guys what would you do?
Dad wants to play with women's ***** who are not my mom.
I'm 18 and messed up in the head.
I've got dad posting he wants to touch parts of women.
I've got a mom to dumb to know he's touching parts of women.
Dad stop posting you want to kiss *****.
I'm 18 and I'm feeling messed up in the head.
Dad and you shipped me off to band camp.
Didn't want to go mom and cheating dad.
I know you are sad mom and dad hurt you.
Mom you to be young again and date your friends.
Facebook is messed up place to be for me.
I am thinking of unfriending both of you.
I feel messed up in the head.
I didn't want to go to band camp.
Dad said go he wants to play with lady ***** not my moms.
Mom said go she wants to be young now that she knows dad cheats.
I am never getting married.
Met a boy and we did what was natural.
I was 18 and camp ended and I was going to be a mother.
I never want to be a dumb mother like you.
Thanks for nothing mother!  
You were upset for one day then wanted to adopt my baby.
You were namma not mother to my baby.
Hope you happy I made you a namma before you were ready.
I did not want a baby and did not want you raising mine.
I don't want a baby I grew in my stomach calling me sibling.
Baby got adopted and you wont be the mother.
My child will never have a mother like you.
This ain't no I got a friend story or a fairy tale.
Dad took off and he had another kid with a lover.
Thanks for not telling me dad!
Thanks for my scars seeing your kids birth announcement on the internet.
I feel messed up in the head thanks to you dad and mom.
I saw a news story about open marriages and that's what I want.
Marriages don't work so we wont get married.
Marriage is a fairy tale told wrote by preachers
to make people not want to have premarital ***.
If marriage was so great dads would not cheat.
If marriage was great mom and dad would be happy.
Marriage is a prison me and nobody else wants.

"I just wish you could be more understanding."
"Where would you like to go, your highness?"
"Yes."
"I feel very crazy right now."
"I feel like such a *****."
"I have things you have told me repeating in my head."
"I'm sure your turkey tasted delicious and I'm sure the Christmas tree is beautiful."
"She doesn't want to speak to me?"
"I don't know, I have things to do; I'm not just sitting around."
"Nothing, I love you."
"It's not that easy."
"I will."
"I have to call him eventually."




-LP