Have ye beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry (double graced)
Within a lily? Centre placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam
A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl, and orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neat niplet of her breast.

I was hell bent on being sad
Making desperate decisions
To push away the past
Thought I lost all that I had
It all started with my dad
I used to think my rebellious ways drove him to drink
Until I learned about his eleventh chromosome
It was then I knew why the sight of alcohol made his mouth foam
He’d raise his voice
Then his fist without a conscious choice
The next morning he’d be sorry
Kiss my bruises if he could
But I’d already be gone
We all knew I would
I’d be gone before he woke
With ****** friends looking for anything to smoke
Now I only smoke the ashes of my pride and the fresh potpourri of my regret
There’s a few things like this I’ll never forget
Here’s to my mother
She could never understand
Why I changed so drastically by the unwanted touch of a man
It tore us apart the way she just couldn’t see
How that man could ever take so much from me
My little sister would worry when I didn’t come home
She’d be scared each time was real
That each time I’d finally leave her alone
But what she doesn’t know is why I’d always return
I came home to see my baby sister
Because a baby is how my eyes will always see her
My sister put a smile on even when home was hell’s prison
Somehow she always felt she had to hide what’s arisen
She was always good that way
Through every heartache she’s been the strongest of four
She’s the reason why I don’t run anymore
Now and then I reminisce back to when she was three
It took so long for ignorance to pass
Took me a while to see
How I need her curious eyes to forever look up to me
Some days I lose my calm thinking whether or not she always will
As long as she does, I’ve not lost it all
In my baby sister’s eyes, I’ve got everything still

Bone-white moon.
Lacrimosa caught
in the mechanisms.
Can you see me?

Of course not.
I blend in
with the sawgrass
and the catacombs.
With beach glass
and stones the color
of rust. I am a

microcosm.
Can you hear me?
My tragedy is in
the way I keep quiet.
Silence like ashes.
I am ethereal now.

This is my requiem.
Send my regards
to Mykonos.
Burn the screaming harp.
I am subterranean now.
Someday it will all turn
to gold.

I lie there painted in red looking to my sky of sorrows praise the sun and it just might be the last thing I see.....But pain is not so easy to loose I am not any soldier I am a lot harder to **** than it seems I stand bloodied with amber eyes to light the way of war and victory My sword no longer shakes the earth it shatters it.
my strength surpasses the power of a thousand man as fire takes hold of my soul i am no longer cold I run and fight against an impenetrable wall but I am now and unstoppable force with fire as my guide so now the sun shows itself to me.
my fear has vanished my wounds have healed  my sword is no longer Iron but it is now steel it is now unbreakable as well the new heart I wield.  The strike of fire and steal
I have stepped foot into my battlefield.
my soul of fire spreads through my body engulfing it in flame but it does no burn instead it outcast the darkness which has devoured my home my roar brakes the mud of the sky so that life may show its face.
my enemies stand united in fear I stand united with the sword in my palm.
I will not fall, God has answered my prayer I will go home but only till it is safe from the cold, hate, death, and villainy.
I will walk those thousand miles so praise the sun in all its mite it will no longer be the last thing i see it will be the face of peace and love.