I am so angry and sad;
miserable and alone.
If I don't learn how to deal
my heart may turn to stone.
I don't wish to be bitter,
or heartless or cruel,
but this world is so harsh,
so my hatred gains fuel.
No man will ever touch me,
this I choose to be the case.
I am better off with none
that will try to read my face.
I am now so resentful and cold,
finding it hard to hold it in
to the point I've bit through my lip
trying to keep my anger within.
I've got strangers telling me I have attitude,
and my friends don't "recognize me".
I feel like TnT, about to blow,
is anyone going to stop me?
Don't be surprised when the city's in flames,
because the world let me down
a couple times more than I could bear
and my feelings, I couldn't drown.
The walls have holes
and my knuckles are bruised,
but at least, drugs and alcohol,
I haven't abused.
I've been doing fine by myself;
don't need a man to be pleased
since I'm actually more satisfied
when it's just me doing me.
It's all these people who don't care,
about what I want or who I am
that are causing me to feel this way;
causing me to not give a ****.
My fingers are chewed and chipped,
my palms have nail marks ingrained,
my lips are STILL BLEEDING
HOLDING IT IN; I'M TOO DRAINED!!
I don't want to hold it in anymore!
I want to scream with all I've got
and punch every person I see
until my pain can be forgot...
but alas...what does it matter,
I'm too nice to ever make a peep...
I'll tear myself apart by holding back
to save the world from me...

Let us celebrate the writers and the poets,
for they are the ones that bring true magic into our world.

They make us laugh until we cry, they give us hope, dreams.
They also make our eyes fill with tears, our bodies shiver in grief.

They create worlds within our own,
filled with family, friends, foes

They give us a home,
they all do this simply by using words.

If that isn't magic,
I don't know what is.

A puff of someone else's smoke here and there
Turned to a box everyday and everywhere
She said it was an addiction of no danger
That its nothing too big or too major

But then that not too major thing turned into a disaster
She started coughing out her lunges everyday after
That not too big of a problem turned into a genocide
A genocide to her lungs that are dying inside

A cough a day kept the doctors near
No apple would change that simple fact
We begged and plead for them to fix her
But they said that its impossible to do that

So we waited in agony
We waited for her tragedy
We waited for things to change
But guess that was out of our range

Since she's gone gone gone
There's no pain for her anymore

-E.A.F

I was once a lost star
Trying to find home in every galaxy that i come across
Wandering through every asterisms
Tracing the images in my mind
Making me wonder if one day*
I, too, will be part of an art in the starry night sky
Light years away, i travelled
Meteors, asteroids, comets passed me by
They said hello but after a while, already waved goodbye

And then I came across you
A star, which happens to be lost, too
We danced through the moons of Jupiter
We sang across the Milky Way
We even made magical rainbows
On planets along our way

And for the first time I felt
That not only I, was a lost star anymore
Together, we make constellations
Through the celestial space
With our incandescent light
That illuminates the whole sky
With that I came to realize
That we finally found our home
*In each other’s radiance