I walk to school all by myself,
My mind is free of clutter.
The mattress pad that's down the hall,
Smells like peanut butter.

Where did it come from,
this wretched thing?
How could something like this be?
Why would it happen?
Who put it there?
And most of all why me?

I pick the flowers
Wash my hands,
I've always had bad luck.

Cotton candy
Mashed potatoes
Whatever the ****.

in a bathtub full of cigarette butts
you feel the cuts from where the what happened was
the tiles clean
the main scenes agleam
serene
the way it'd been flossed in between
so many wished evade desire
the smoldering questions start a fire
a breeding fawn bleeds slowly on
the withering cactus on the lawn
though not too far
beneath the moon
would the dark's ending begin soon
and the same **** thing when the owl sings
at the wingless being only he sees

because the right thing never mattered too much
as another lost friendship fuels a crutch
stare from square one
and request a redo
glare at a scared son
for what he can see through
turn the light out now
if you need to
and open up wider
while i feed you.

When an Aries meets a scorpio
There are two ways that it can go
They can each take a separate road
Or they can stay there and explode

For one; the deepest darkest water
The other; raging flame
Two powerful antagonists
The greatest in the game

The fire lunges toward the title
The tidal takes a turn
They cannot help but share a smile
As they crash and burn

They recognize the reigning strength
That both are quick to learn
They know just where to place the pain
For victory to be earned

The water aims to suffocate
The fire that evaporates
His effort to manipulate
Her vicious lack to hesitate

Contradictory opposites
Bewildered by desire
Melt into each other's arms
As both begin to tire

The steam is screaming let me in
A stalemate stops the fight
They realize only both can win
This battle here tonight.

Check my heart
Need to think,
Shall I worry if it's beats in sync?
The mood swings
confetti sprays,
Through my mind's thoughts for days and days.
Confusions left
tied in knots,
In a vacation for my thoughts.
Just like moths
to the sound
We clutter two by two.
The moon lays
It's silence down
As we experience me and you

I've got to tan but the sun goes down.
I should get gas but I'm focusing on saving a life-
Yet here we are in the parking lot chatting about new plans to lose our minds.
You smile back thinking that was clever
and then you slowly fall behind.
I drive away from never ever,
all the while running out of time.

The one soul sank
so far beneath
Everything it'd known.
Sunken it sat
Against the mold
of drat and grief alone.
The cold was stuck
The wind picked up
The anguish raised the tides.
The waves that struck
Didn't give a ****
As gravity decides.

The dark crawled deep
into the reef
Of thoughts that ***** his pride.
Then spawned the growth
Of the most
Hated man alive.

theres something in you
I've been shown
that something there
has only grown
something has been there for so long
and please correct me if I'm wrong
about it, ill go on and on
id hate to be there when its gone
the more i know and do adore
the more i want to know you more
if lately I've been acting strange
it is because nothing has changed
so take from this just what you will
if all else fails
                             ill be there still.

i know i should not let you love me
but i am far too selfish.
this wilted farce that masks my life
has left you dead and helpless
the wrenching torment that persists
like dark and violent fire
is evidence as this abyss ascends to my desire.
a sinking force with no remorse evacuates the sky
down it thrusts, thus crushing us:
           r     e  m
                        n  a     n  t 
                                                s           
        of    yo  u             and               i.
there you sit, you perfect thing
with just enough to cry
you slowly drag your broken wings
knowing they'll never fly.
like a bee that knowingly
stings its life goodbye
now post-attack cannot go back
but it was worth a try
it seems pointless leaving the nest
to risk your life for death
but close you'll bee
still showing me
you'll breath my poison breath.

its times like these, realities
transformed by wicked truth
dragged beneath the deepest seas
and chewed by satan's tooth
the fragile words of honesty
lay between the lies
while lying there shrunken in size
they sigh their muffled cries
but its no use for them to use
the energy inside
because whats left, cocooned by death
is better left alive.

are you as lonely as me?
tired of not being what you're "going to be?"
only to be ripped away when you're going to sleep
curiously flawed images provide poetry.
distorted reality is something to see
hanging from the canopy of a dark and lifeless tree
broken at the knees are your silenced pleas
you let your being be free as you mentally flee
so long glee and the attachments of thee
ask yourself now, are you as ****** as me?