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Sometimes books make me unhappy
because there are probably too many of them
to read before I die.
The Genius
Philosophizing the universe
One who thinks of quadratic theories of space and time
On his free time
The one who thinks of beautiful poetry
To a delightful muse

The Madman
Inventing ways he can put math to his cause
Always thinking of things to invent
Ideas- a storm of them
Intelligence- enormously, yes
Standing behind a corner
Stalking his love

I ask you:
Is there much difference between madmen and geniuses? Aren't they the same?
In other words
Your stutter burns
the nightstand
down gently
It is important to remember that ashes once stood upright
Age 9
I will make you proud Dad
You just wait and you will see
I will travel the world Dad
Walk tall and drink coffee for you to see

Age 13
I will make you proud Dad
If you stay here you will see
I will go to your college Dad
Play baseball and football for you to see

Age 16
I can still make you proud Dad
Can you not leave this time for me
I will improve my grades Dad
Date girls and work harder if you don't leave

Age 18
I'm still trying to make you proud Dad
If you won't open your eyes to see
I will take my life Dad
With this knife in my hand you will notice me
Little girl
Is your sky still whole
Still held together by the stories you are told
Can you still see without boundaries
Gaze at the horizon and claim it as yours
Gather the stars and call it your kingdom
There will come a day
When the slumbering dragon awakes
And steals you away
Your nights will burn and your sky will break
But don't you worry
For with every dragon comes a knight in shining armor
Eyes darting round, so wide and scared,
This mustn't happen, you're unprepared.
All you loved gone and dead,
All so quiet you can hear him tread.

step step step

He's getting closer, not long now,
Sweat is dripping from your brow,
You're terrified, heart beating fast,
If you don't go now, you're not going to last.

step step step

Oh so close, not very far,
You can smell the smoke from his cigar,
With one last breath you start to run,
With one pull of the trigger and you're done.

bang

Your pain filled body hits the floor,
Now you know you are done for,
With colour fading from you eyes,
You whisper your last goodbyes.

bang

That last bullet through your head,
Now you know you are dead,
As he left your blood soaked body alone,
He whispered, 'You tried to run? Should've known...'

step step step

As he walked away, rain started to pour,
Leaving you on the now cold, wet floor,
Now your dead body was cold and misshapen,
You knew it was ****** waiting to happen.
It was almost as if,
My nightmares,
Had become more,
Than just,
Subconscious thought.

You ran along the uneven,
Cobbled, stone road,
Your mouth stretched open,
Sounding,
A silent scream.

My heart stopped,
As a Large metal object,
Labeled "49",
Propelled into the side,
Of your fragile torso.

Your bones bending,
And breaking,
Mind crushed by the drowsy,
Surprise,
Of a late night bus driver.  

I begged you to be careful,

You promised you would listen.


As the sirens wail,
Caressed the sleeping city,
Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks,
And stained,
My soggy pillow.

*I turned it over,

Then went back to sleep.
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