I'm just a lone wolf feasting on
A flock of no variety
A junkyard dog whose had his day
Unleashed upon society

To liberate the colonies
And warring hives of drones
Who drop their bombs like flies upon
The roaches under stones

Free to soar with eagles
From the cages of these birds
Who clip my wings and dull my plumes
With pigeon-carried words

These ravenous hyenas
Cackling over carcasses
And opportunist vulture beaks
Who slither in the darknesses

Bowing as the lion king
Is flooding the savannahs
Cutting all the jungles down
And stealing our bananas

As he builds his pride rock higher
By selling lies of ivory
Until the lesser creatures have
All disappeared entirely

The only part of my day
That I look forward to
Is when I go to bed
And lay there making up scenarios
In my head.

I think of comebacks
To 8th grade bullies.
I think of witty retorts
To my mother's snide comments.
I think of intelligent things to add
To conversations I had months ago.

I think of all the things
I was too scared to say.

And in my mind
I say them.
And pretend how things would be different
If only I had the courage to speak.

I think i've hoped for you forever
someone who can understand
the sadness in my eyes
who can feel the same turning uncertainty

If all the stars in the universe coalesced,
Would they make a giant shooting star?
and would it rain on us?
would it rain it's wrath down because we - didn't dream enough?
                                                                ­               didn't wish enough?
                     Or would it be because we wished for way too much?

there's speculation mounting
about the whereabouts of the queen
as it's been over a fortnight
since she was last publicly seen

the authoritative video channel
YouTube did say
that the regent had gone on
her heavenly paved way

Brits aren't too sure
as to her current health's category
but the BBC news reports
did broadcast a heavy cold story

if she presents at the changing of the guard
in the forecourt of Buck House
the world will know that
her well being is verily grouse

members of the royal family
are keeping mum at this juncture of time
in case Charles is called up
to be the realm's king of pantomime

When did being alive become synonymous with being dead?
If your body is filled with empty words and silent actions
then who are you to say that you are living?

Every day is like the last
it seems as if all the best ideas come from the past
I try to reach across the divide
but all I get is empty static moving through time.

Stearic Acid*

Out of your mouth came
the good intentions,
out of your deeds,
you were a contradiction,
with contrasting actions.
Such a contradiction of a girl,
such a faker up front.
Don't deny that you would speak
when I was absent,
don't deny that you couldn't
even be happy because
all you knew how to be was
immaturely jealous.
You lured me in with that
saccharine smile and the embraces,
but you pushed me away
with the contents of
your foul mouth.

As she held my heart....

       Saying this is what having my
heart broken felt like...

I saw my heart stop and my sentiment
faded into nullity and I was still

She just dropped it on the floor and stubbed
it out under her heel like a used cigarette.....