Ode to my teacher,
oh what a wonderful,
delightful, energetic
teacher.

So full of love,
and patient when
we need it most
my teacher.

It's a shame you
have to go before
the rest of us do.

This is an ode
to you - our teacher
to thank you
for your help along
our way.

You are like the tree
and us the apples of
your eye. Love us-
teacher.

We hold you with the
importance of the sun
for we are the plants
bowing our heads to you -
teacher.

we have used similes
and metaphors
just for you -
our beautiful teacher.

Thank you -
really.

If only you could understand
the power of your dreams -
or the strength you truly have cause
life's sorrows are mere extremes.

Reach for the sky,
chase the wind,
fly away - be free
don't let yourself end.

Here you are a beautiful soul
you can hold all that you
could ever want or need
just don't be so blue.

Dry those tears,
smile a lot,
you'll be O.K.
give life a shot.

For if you don't open your eyes
you'll never know all things must
come to an end, if they
don't you're the dream to Bust.

Pop!
....Pop!
..........POP!

There go another
poor soul's hopes
dreams, and wishes...

Hold on to yourself

-don't end up
............like that...........

I've watched him beat you
day after day
I've heard you cry yourself to sleep
night after night
I've heard his false words
he doesn't love.

You defend yourself to no avail
alcohol's too much
He's really confused ***,
he is lost.

I've seen it all babe,
it's not over
there's nothing I can do
I am only
plastic wrapped in silk
only for you.

I've seen the blood you let
stain your wrists
I've felt the chill in the air
when he's around
but I've been there too,
it'll be okay.

I'd stop it myself
but I'm merely a doll
propped up on a shelf.

As I lie awake staring at the clock
flashing 2:04 am in florescent blue
and a calender gone untouched since
June 10, 2012 yet months have passed.

I remember...

Rain pounding down on the awful roof,
wind slamming into the already cracked window,
even all the blankets around did no good.

Your words- that one phone call replays
in my mind, so do my actions with each
of my sobs, our whispers, your laughs.

The weather now the same
the soft Valentine rabbit clutched tight.

One single answer
haunts me more than anything else
****, I miss you...
God, I hate myself...

I'm probably not going to sleep
cause I'm mesmerized by the
florescent blue flashes of 2:04 am
and all the whispers of June 10, 2012...

I wanted to say yes...

I have given up everything I ever had
to see you happy- just a smile, a single kiss?
I gave you tge best you've ever had
And you passed me up for someone
worse than this...

You only ever broke me, tore me down,
All I ever tried was to build you up
now we're too deep Love will have to drown.
take my sanity, take my heart
Once again I'm going down.

We were such a beautiful perfection
once before, what happened to us dear?
Was I not the missing pieces you needed
or are you simple blind
to the love surrounding you here?

You onlu ever broke me, tore me down
all I have ever tried was to build you up
now we're too deep Love will have to drown
take my sanity, take my heart
Once again I'm going down.

I thought that I could swim
if not I always thought you'd save ne
yet again i was wrong cause
you chise to walk away
to leace Happiness.

What a beautiful letdown
all I ever needed
another beautiful letdown...

You only ever broke me tore me down
all I ever tried was to build you up
now we're too deep Love will have to drown
take my sanity take my heart
Once again I'm going down

Just let me drown
just let me drown
just leave me going down
thanks for another

beautiful letdown...

Pretty girl, pretty girl,
what's wrong now?
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
you're broken but how?

Is that your blackened heart,
spread out on the barren ground?
Who is to blame,
and why haven't the pieces been found?

Pretty girl, pretty girl,
dry your eyes.
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
all men tell lies.

You can't go on like this,
we all feel this way sometime.
It's just a lesson learned,
guys like him are only slime.

Pretty girl, pretty girl,
are you okay?
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
won't you come out to play?

They aren't all like him,
there's one who won't let you cry,
He'll love you for real,
but you won't find him if you die.

Pretty girl, pretty girl,
please just smile.
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
pain only lasts a while.

Stand up, come with me,
love is something you believe.
Open your eyes and look around,
not everyone is waiting to deceive.

Pretty girl, pretty girl,
why won't you look at me?
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
what don't you want to see?

It's sad but true,
love is almost never fair.
Though one day,
you'll find someone to care.

Pretty girl, pretty girl,
let's get this heart fixed.
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
I know emotions are mixed.
He hurt you real bad,
to you all he did was wrong.
Girl, he lost a gem,
stop singing that sad song!

Pretty girl, pretty girl,
do you really want your life to end?
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
why don't you let your heart mend?

You will get better,
this is a fact I know.
Smile, have some fun,
your pain will end as will his show.

Pretty girl, pretty girl,
all he is, is mean.
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
go to sleep an dream.

Who knew cows could write?
I barely knew they could fight,
But I was ever so wrong
Cause here comes one singing a love song.

What is it, click, clack, moo
Or is it more like Dr. who?
What is this world coming to
Cause one day cows will be ruling you.

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Last night I wondered where you are
Nothing is the same now
That youve left us nothing to wow.

Scream, scream little star
Dont you know youre my favorite scar
Left me broken down
Made me a joke in this stupid town.

Rage, rage little star
Why cant I be the one so far
Anything to get away
From this hell begging me to stay.

Whisper, whisper little star
Release us from this world of tar
You cant leave us here
Not when you are what we fear.

Live, live little star
What if love is all we are
Tell us everything's alright
We have you till dawn's sweet light.

Well, I left my boyfriend,
back home, this is what happened,
in his very own words.
"One day, my girl got up and left,
she went father away then before.
Hopped on a rocket and off to the moon,
all that's left is her pink dress
and that necklace of glitter,
from the first time we kissed.
I want her to come back home,
I need her more than she'll know,
I miss her all too much.
All I have is her pink dress
and that necklace of glitter,
from the first time we kissed.
I miss her with everything I have,
I love her with all my heart.
Why did she go to the moon?
When will she be back in my arms, again?
She called me through mission control,
and told me she wouldn't be back.
She found a new home.
She said she'll miss me,
and I'll miss her too.
All I have left is a pink dress
and a necklace of glitter,
from the first time we kissed.
Pink and glitter is all I have,
pink and glitter in my hands,
pink and glitter everything I am.

Anti ode to a spider
Oh, little spider,
how can you be so tiny
yet ever so scary?
Why are you always around
when nobody wants to see you?
On all my best days,
you show up and my heart races.
Oh, little spider,
how can you be seemingly
harmless yet ever so deadly?
Why is it I know fear
will do no good though I scream?
On the ground is where you belong,
not crawling up my leg.
Oh, little spider,
I will never be your friend.
And that's my anti ode to a spider.

Water
that's all I see.

Rain
day in and day out.

Floods
everywhere and anywhere.

Plants
don't need so much.

Humans
don't know what to do.

Water
its literally all over.

Rain
its ruined a lot.

Floods
deeper by the moment.

Plants
drowning in their only friend.

Humans
going crazy unnecessarily.

Water
it needs to dry up.

Rain
it needs to stop.

Floods
they need to go away.

Plants
they need some sun.

Humans
they need to chill.

I appreciate you
though I despise you
to the ends of the earth.

I appreciate you
for helping create me
yet I loathe everything
you do and say.

You killed me so many times
and still I appreciate you
for teaching me the strife
I will
never
need to cause my friends.

You ripped me apart
every single day
but I appreciate you
for reminding me that
I deserve much better.

People hate you
I appreciate you
though you've done me
more wrong than them.

I love your soul
but I can't stand
the rotted rat you
really are.

In the end please know
I appreciate you too

One set of triplets
and four singles
born this morning at
about half past two.

Five new mothers
seven new kids,
wow, that's huge.

As the moms and dads
sat giving babies love
one stood away from the rest.
A baby girl refused to cry
and her eyes wide open
from the very start.

She was the picture perfect
baby girl, with blonde hair
and glistening blue eyes.

The lack of tears
brought everyone fears.

Her mother remembered a legand
depicting a child of such beauty
yet would not cry and then
began to wither and die...
So the legendary baby was
held while parents wept.

Then the baby's eyes
turned foggy and the babe
joined them for days.

This time alive,
alive for good.

Chances are in this
day and age such a thing
would be absurd,
but once the family sobbed
the little girl began to whine.

The child of the story was
given a necklace of moonstone
that he wore the rest of his life,
and so was the little girl,
for which Moonstone became her name.

Dance with me tonight,
like we used to
under the moon
after sneaking out
in the summer time.

Dance with me,
hold me close,
like we did
on those cool September days
after school in the park.

Dance with me,
keep me warm,
like we loved
in the winters
snowy mornings
when school was canceled.

Dance with me,
kiss me
as the sun comes up
like we did
in the early spring
out in the meadows.

Dance with me,
one last time,
please...

Why would you throw elephants at me?
Especially pink, purple, and orange
Stuffed ones smaller than my tiny hand?

Oh mommy, why do you enjoy throwing elephants at me?
Is it because we be so abbynormal
or because of all your
coffee making you uneasy?

Did you fall off your pet unicorn
When you threw the soft elephants at me mommy?
Was there love in your heart when you did it?
Or was it because i made you laugh
so hard you cried in the middle of starbucks in
front of All those cute dudes?

Arent we friends mommy?
Dont we send ninjas to stalk peoples
Who think we're odd
And then ride dragons
across perfectly blue skies?

Oh mommy why
dos you throw elephants at me

The embers have died
the fire is lost and gone,
all night she sat and cried,
for her, he spent his life to fawn.

She is the girl of any guy's dreams,
tall, pale, and long ebony hairs.
She belongs in the movie reams,
in love with the hero who really cares.

Alone she would hide away,
a ghost girl to the town and all,
at least it seemed that way,
until her life truly did fall.

He would give his life
just for one single kiss.
She would be the greatest wife
of all, she deserved eternal bliss.

So on this bleak, winter night
with strong, howling wind
snow covering the land in white,
each emotionless plant, twinned.

Out he ventured in fright,
filled with hopes to see
his love before she was out of sight,
or deprived of gay and glee.

Something over took
him, when he saw a soaring
raven, on the edge of the brook.
It jumped in the water that was roaring.

Intrigued and enticed,
he followed without will.
On the side was a body iced,
however heart beating still.

The body was his love,
the kind madden of his heart,
whom had been taken above,
despite his pain of her depart.

"Raven, oh Raven,
save him from his pain
and the love he's been cravin'
turn the snow to pouring rain."

This her soul cried
with everything it had;
completely unaware, she had died,
and why he was so sad.

How could he know
she would be alright and fine,
if his love he could not show,
nor could he say, "She's mine."

Don't expect a smile
from one who can only cry.
This pain will be more than a while,
cause now he decided he too must die.

I thought it would matter
to you
if I could pen something


~stunning~

the way you always do,
without complications,
problems, or any thoughts
at all.

I wanted my heart
to talk for me
and my soul
to finally roam the way
it should

~free~

Words don't come so easy,
hearts don't have
voices,
souls don't have wings.

I try and I try
to be something I'm not
so maybe you will
like me...

Nights pass and I dont sleep,
days are for learning things
I'll never use
and creating scars
that might never

~heal~

and maybe then
I will know how you
felt the first time
that you

~fell~

All my pens are out
of ink,
my pencils seem to
be missing their
lead tips and
my computer eats

~thoughts~

the way you used to
when you actually knew
who you were.

Time flies,
I don't know
where I am...
What's today,is it
night or is it day

~again~

Am I alone the way it feels
or are there others
out there
sitting in silence
trying to please

~you~

when everyone knows
that they will

~never~

be good enough
for this monster you
became in the darkness
of the world
and the fear your father
instilled in your veins

~blue~

like the tears
streaming down my
cheeks when you
weren't looking.

Does it matter that I'm
writing this in blood
on my bedroom wall
in hopes someday


~someone~

anyone might see
how much you mean
to me?

I write and I write
nothing sounds good
none of this feels right,
so what's the point it's

~not~

like you'll find this
anyway you never
were the one to seek
out your admirers.

~Anyway~

my dear,
the phone is ringing
as if someone actually
has something they want
to say to me

and my mom is
knocking on the door
asking if I'm alright,
the answer is no
though I won't tell her
that, at least not

~tonight~

Kids are laughing
as they toss rocks in the
street and moths
are tapping on the window
longing to get out

I think I should help
them, after all I
know how it feels
to want something so
much and still know
that it is the thing
that will be your very

~end~

I would say I
love you
though it feels
a it like

~hate~

and I know you're
off in ed somewhere
with a girl who will only
last the night

dreaming of all the
things you have and
wondering why you still
aren't happy.

maybe if you met me
if you gave me a chance,
saw me doing everything
for your

~attention~

and learning to write
the way you do
even though each word
kills another cell
I never really had
to begin with.

~Good~

night, my love,
maybe tomorrow will be
better and you will see
a new path to make you

~happy~

in the mean time
I think
I better go now.

I don't like being your
shadow when its already
a dark midnight of horror,
pain, tears, and a lack
of true

~love~

It's been two weeks too long,
she's crying, hurting all alone
just waiting to hear him on the phone.

Three years without him
is far too long, especially now
when it's too bad to even wow.

"Baby, I need you hear,
Timmy's gone too
away with death he flew.

I lost my job
and they took my heart,
no more can we be apart.

Love, I need you,
where are you
and what can we do?"

She screamed and
oh my god she cried,
for fear he too died.

You see, I was off at war
a war we weren't meant to fight
though we tried with all our might.

The day passed away
night inevitably came
but she was no longer sane.

I thought the moon brought hope
I guess that is not always true,
cause she got even more dark blue.

Then she found a knife,
"Babe, I'm done waiting,
look at the time I'm wasting.

Here's goodby to my
prince that never showed!"
In it went and her breath slowed.

Just then the door opened
and I walked in, "Honey, I'm home!
And oh I've been so alone!"

Down the dark hall, I went,
into our room where I
saw more than should any guy.

The love of my life
on the floor covered in blood
the room drenched in mud.

On the bed was one
unfinished note
and have a root bear float.

"Dear Marshall,
Late last night, Timmy died,
and Jacob really lied.

Please come home soon
we really need you here
I'm living life in fear...

Are you okay?"
Is all that it said,
I whispered, "Me too, I'm dead..."

I sat down and held her tight,
sang her one last lullaby
and for both of us it was goodbye.

I'm not losing another one.
No. I'm not losing you too
you say that it won't happen,
but I can see through you.

Honey, don't go, please,
there's so much you don't know,
you say that you care about me
but there's pain I don't show.

I need you, you kept me alive,
go away, and I'll surely die
you say I'm okay but you've only
seen me when I start to cry.

Darlin' I love you so much,
please don't leave me alone
you say I'm your little sister
but you don't know I'm without a home.


I'm not losing another one.
No. I'm not losing you too
you say that it won't happen,
but I can see through you.

The Only reason I hate you now
is because I loved you then.

It doesn't matter if you still
love me, because I can't take
another heart break to such a
degree that you would go to.

I wrote this for you
I wrote it all for you...

You don't know how many hours
I've wasted dreaming of you,
allitterating our times and
pouring my heart out to you.

Its all for you I promise
every bit of it because of you.

All the pain, the tears,
each smile or laugh.
Every single night in your arms,
each bruise from your ****** fist.

Don't you get it
you opened my eyes again.

Thanks for reminding me
who I am and what life is.
I wrote this for you
it's all your fault I'm like this.

The Only reason I hate you now
is because I loved you then.

Baby, I know you can hear me,
I know you left me years ago,
but I cannot accept that you're
really gone so far for so long.

Since I was at your funeral
I saw the body that used to
belong to you all those years
before today. You're deep blue
eyes starred into mine for what
seemed like hours as tears the
color of all my emotions, being
alone to face the royal blue world.

Every night I go down to the
cyan cream river, I sit under
the midnight blue sky and wait
for you to come running down the
hill with your arms wide open so
we could hug one last time under
that faded azure moonlight.

Love, you left me and I don't
think you meant to,

I know because when
I'm at the river bank I can still
feel your arms around me and hear
the words, "you're my friend" and
"it'll be alright, Angel" drifting
through the simple airy space.

I just thought if you can hear me
the way I think you can, you should
know I still love our sapphire
memory book and I love you forever.
smile, where ever you are you are
my Sapphire Angel, without a doubt.

I hate how you sit out on the dock in the late afternoon sun
with your canvass and paints. Stretching me and pulling me
for nothing but the pleasure of your latest muse. I hate
that you get to talk to the strangers fishing down the way
and the only people I have are the wooden planks you push me into.
And believe me they are horrible conversationalists.

You run after butterflies to match your paint to their wings
and softhearted blades of grass try to dry my tears. Darling,
I love you, I hate you, I love you but i don't love you anymore.
You get to live your life and manipulate me however you wish.

Only next time we play this little game of ours
you'll be my shadow
and I'll be your
master

Pretty girl, pretty girl,
you bought their lies.
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
dry your sweet eyes.

What did they say
this time honey?
Was it just play,
did they really mean it?

The clouds are gone,
why sit and cry?
there's a happy song,
can't you sing along?

Pretty girl, pretty girl,
sew that heart.
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
it's not too apart.

Come on girly, smile,
I'll laugh with you.
You've still got a while
not everything is pain.

It's just a little rain,
everything's gonna be okay.
Just maybe not the same
in every little way.

Pretty girl, pretty girl,
get up, please...
Pretty girl, pretty girl.
they aren't all ******.

If you stay in bed
he can't make it better.
So he's got her instead,
is that what you want?

I'm done here,
I've tried, its no use
have no fear
they say they'll stay.

Pretty girl, pretty girl,
I really, really tried.
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
they only ever lied.

Usually I write when I miss you...

Today,
I bought albums from every band
you ever told me you liked. They are
all I have heard since I woke up
this morning and I am still not even
out of bed. I see why you liked them
so much. They are good for drowning
out the ******* and giving you something
to think about that you never expected.

Usually I write when I miss people. . .

It's only when I start feeling better
that I swim through their favorite melodies
and fish in the lyrics they once quoted
so dutifully and profoundly at every turn
in the road. Making every mountain
just a little easier to climb and the poison
a bit more subtle as it drips down
the back of your throat into your veins.

Usually I write when I am sad...

this time it's just because I am numb

Glimpses out a bland window at nothing but a sour scene
I wonder where exactly it is I am going and why.
Should you know, should you see me pulled over on the edge
please do tell me when I got there and how to free my soul.

Trees race me as I go west into the sunlight,
clouds and sea wave gingerly as we part at the crossroads,
flowers bow their heads south towards the warmer homes,
children dance north along main street asking who they could be;
I guess the world still has some hearts that care.

Then I leave town reminded of past friendly faces
yet relieved of pain inflicting demons of my home.
Perhaps this is an adventure that could be fun... I suppose
or maybe it's a vacation, world only knows I could use some of those.

So I keep going slowly slipping into a dream world
I can't keep my eyes open any longer, though I'm still behind the wheel,
Some people would tell me to get a room and sleep
but I know myself all too well, I can't do that and not not weep,
too many memories from places like this under these stars.

So I guess I'll just pull into the rest stop ahead
hold my mind in my hands and wonder how your life goes.

In a way this is meant to be my letter to you
simply saying hey, how do you do;
now though it's my cry to everyone and anyone at all.

Though I am not crying for your love,
nor am I begging for another new old friend.

In the end, I'm sitting here, just venting
about the pain my brain says I've seen
and explaining this trip
through all the cobweb and all
as I tried to find someone new to be.


With Love,
M.R.K

Angels on the sidelines
watch with weary eyes
at the horror that unfolds:

monkey killing monkey killing monkey killing me
they all believe living life is always gonna be free
killing each other over pieces of this ******* ground
chasing each other for the thrill of knocking another down.

Baffled and confused
they pick and choose
anger is their friend
and they meet their end

monkey killing monkey killing monkey killing me
never learned what it means to agree
want the same thing, want nothing at all
angels on the sideline quietly pray they fall.

Puzzled and amused
your God is more confused
misguided in mystery
what is this magic ability?

monkey killing monkey killing monkey killing me
cause mother never stopped them in infantry
chase each other round with an evil grin
plastered on as they fool each other for the win.

baffled and confused
right in two they choose
tired and so alone
this is all we've ever known

what have we become?

I'm trapped behind a person I want to be...

I'm trapped like the person I wanted to be
like fireflies in a jar on a stormy night -
like caterpillars longing for flight

There's the person they all see
and then farther down is
the one that's really me

I'm ugly, stupid, and fake
like plastic dolls, robots, and
castles made sourly of cake

There's a mask - only a mask
so why can't I take it off
I feel like an actor alone in the cast

I'm simply not myself
even the mirror will agree
it only sees a doll on a shelf

This really isn't me -
look closer and you'll see

When you are scared or worried or upset, remember:

There are a million faces
in a million places
waiting for you to show
yourself and what you know.

Come with me
we'll set them free
just like they need
all humans freed.

From the demons past
and sorrow's blast
of powerful tears
that you taste for years

Come with me
leave this be...
we are stronger than this
stop neglecting the kiss.

It's simply life
absent is strife
as we go about the day
knowing we'll be okay.

Nothing to worry about,
no need to shout.
Follow me, you'll see
you too can be happy.

Come with me,
one, two, three,
somewhere I've found
a place safe and sound.

I just saw a bird, royal blue and pretty,
he's new to life; yet the old women that holds him,
keeps him in a cage of blackened steak.
He is so beautiful, I can't wait
to see him soaring through the blue, blue sky.

But the old lady has a cruel, cruel heart,
she won't ever let him go.
I have got to save him, but how?
He sings a song, every time I see him,
I love him and must set him free.

At the moment he only brings joy to me,
but one day I will set him free,
and he will soar so far away,
only coming home to thank me and bud farewell,
then running off to have fun.

I love him, but the old lady has
changed his cage,
now its blackened gold.
How can she be so cold,
with the most beautiful creature on Earth in her hand.

He needs to break free,
he needs to fly away,
he needs to know he is loved,
he needs to see what he can really do,
she needs to let him go!

Mrs. I think you should set him free,
he needs to spread his wings and fly.
You are cruel and evil.
why do you hold him so tight?
Mrs. you have to let him go.

If you don't I will
one day, when you least expect it,
and you won't stop me,
he is not yours
he's not even mine.

Set him free!
Mrs. you need to let him be,
on his own,
so open the cage and back away,
or I swear I will one day.

There once was a frog,
just a normal frog,
sitting on a plain log
until along came a dog.

He was speckled and green
but the dog was ever so mean
so goodbye froggy green
don't mess with a king
who wants you as his lunch scene.

And that's our dear friend's end.

Once again I sit here
in this busy coffee shop
listening to the drama unfold
between lovers lost and
kids sipping hot cocoa
while mothers read and fathers
are still at work, at least
that's what they say.

There's an artist drawing
heavily in a sketchbook
there's an anime character
with eyes like fields of
bluebells, she's beautiful
just like him.

Everlasting days pass quite
quickly when I'm here
watching people getting caught
in the virtual spiderwebs of
internet surfing and the
moral strength of ignoring
cheesy compliments with
unhealthy intentions.

Now that I think about it,
I'm probably better off without
this nonsense, but i enjoy it
far too much to go anywhere else.

Off in a place
with walls of secret words
carpeted in sheets of moonstone
and a ceiling of thatched sunflowers
resides a girl.

This is not a place
for an ordinary girl,
who parties till midnight
and runs off with boyish men;
no, no, no.
So she is not an ordinary girl,
who acts then speaks.

In fact, for being
a red head she hardly speaks
at all. She has crystal blue eyes,
and the body of a ballerina;
though she has never been athletic.

And in this place
she hides.

Away from the chaos
of family or friends,
away from the pain
of broken hearts and
lost wishes.

Her voice is strong
though her will is weak.
People take her for granted
and leave her on the street.

But this place is hers,
to weep and to think.
Too bad I am her and
it is in my head...

Adventurous impulses
Become beautiful
Creative
Delights.
Exhilarating
Falls for
Gathering that thing
Happiness we want.
Inquisitive innocence
Jaded so quickly,
Kindness rare as
Love seems to be.
Money the only goal
Nothing else matters now.
Occult beliefs
Plaguing the supposed
Quaint minds
Revealing so called
Sins and regrets.
Truth no longer
Ubiquitous as it was.
Violence
Wafting delicately
X-rays often needed.
Young wishes for
Zealous days shall remain.

Before you let sleep take you
tonight, I have to ask one thing
of you;

Please Love, would you
lull me to sleep
tonight, Love.
Lull me somewhere deep
tonight, Love.

Hold me safe and close
tonight, Love.
Tell me we have purpose
tonight, Love.

Lull me to sleep
tonight, Love.
Give me hopes to keep
tonight, Love.

And if you cannot do that,
would you please;

Soothe me of that
which goes unseen,
soothe me of that
we hear each scene.
Soothe me of the pain
drowning me in sorrow,
soothe me of the thoughts
keeping me from tomorrow.

Please my Love,
soothe me of that
which keeps me from sleep
tonight in any way you can.

Because I miss you so
much not even these
tears make me weak enough
to sleep alone tonight in
this unkind bed.

Unjaded swift memories
flood my inquisitive mind
easily yet forcefully.

Seeing you again,
watching you smile,
hearing your laugh,
and sitting on your lap
remind me of the games
you played with my feeble head.

How could you expect
a child like me to
understand the drama
you ****** upon my
tiny soul.

Who did you think
I was? Who did you
want me to become?

Where was your heart
in all of the stories?
Where were you when
rain beat down my
corrupted dreams.

And now I know
just who you were
and what you wanted.
Though those day
you were my friend
still haunt me
like the ghost of your past.

I still remember it all
the taste of your words
that poisoned my soul.

The smell of your
potent dreamless
thoughts and solid
fears and bravery.

The feel of your arms
around me when you
wanted me to fall
for your poor me
victimized scenarios.

The sound of you
breaking my heart
each night then again
when the sun rose.

And most of all
I remember watching
you tear up everyone
and everything
in your smooth path.

I often get these
ghost flashes from
being under your
so called care and
fading from my true self
into the transfigured beast
you wanted instead.

No, I'm not okay
thank you
for asking though.

I hope you are

h a p p y

I'm sorry
I could never
figure out
the words that
made you

s                   e
   m           l
           i

even though
I mastered
the ones that
make you

C
     R
Y

No, I'm not okay
thank you
for asking though.

Bloodstained silences,
emerald stories,
chocolate eyes

In the dead of night:

I don't know what else
Noises like this can mean.

There are supernatural
Heros and secret games
Eliminating all hopes of

Desperate needs to go home
Especially leaving here
And when you are so
Dead like me from the pain.

One mistake and it all
Falls apart for you.

Not this time when I have
Immense reasons of the heart
Going one way with me as
Heartbeats quicken again
Tonight under the meteor storm

As I stand
at the water's edge,
the warm sand
packed between my toes,
I look out
as far as I can,
hopping that you
are doing the same
thinking of me
thinking of you.
The moon is
just barely
above the ocean,
we are standing
in the only two places
negativity
can never touch.
Because I know
one day soon,
when things are ready,
I will come home
and so will you.
I miss you,
but the serenity
reminds me you
are still alright.
I hope you
have a great night
and know
with all your heart
that I will
forever
love you.

You disappeared a while back
no sign of you in months
but you slipped out the door,
left it unlocked and turned the
porch light on,

but you didn't show up again
the sun rose and you still weren't back,
I made the coffee and drank every drop
all by myself on the blanket
in the back yard

the way we did last summer.
Birds sang and crickets chirped
it's been a year since you left
the door is still unlocked and the
porch light is on

but this place doesn't feel like home
without you anymore.
At least there's space to breathe
and some blank walls to paint,
a table or two to write ideas on
and some ghosts

for inspiration. Wherever you are
I hope you're happy and the sun
shines brightly day after day
I could have sworn I meant it
when I said I didn't miss you anymore
but it's not that simple.

Love newly admired, freshly shown
something only for those used to
such an acquired taste;
hidden for months on end
slowly aging for the best effect
like that of a fine wine.

Just waiting for it's chance to
Shine.

A moment we've anticipated
enthusiastically, the way
shooting stars long for the rare
solar eclipse allowing them
a moment alone on
the brilliant stage.

The way people depend on a job's
wage.

Waiting as it seams we must
may seem slow and endless
though angels giggle
for they know what's in store
and daemons emanate rage
for even they cannot deny.

Somehow I feel pride that we'll see
the day we want to live as the sun
awaits Day to pass on loving blessings
to the future bride.

As ready as I am for our day
to meet, to be, to thrive,
so  I can call you mine
maybe we should put the bottle
back on the shelf to ensure
a beyond perfect
age.

There are seven billion ways to view the world,
Of all I find yours the most beautiful.

Carnation hues blinding you now
Ao you don't show your pain,
Why you hide
......there
I will never know.

Seven billion people live and breathe,
But your breath puts on the best show.

Ebony clouds the words
You do not wish to say
That makes sense I
....., suppose;
They don't seem to understand.

So of all seven billion lifestyles out there
Yours is the one I would like to learn.

Dark sandy eyes and lime thoughts
With azure meanings
Make it seem as though
You found a perfect
.......paradise,
I wish I could join you.

Because there are seven billion things wrong with the world,
And I promise you will never be one of them.

Cherry smiles and lightly
candied hearts fill this
Deep, dark, and dangerous
World, but not our milky
......paradise.
They just don't know it.

One day seven billion people will leave us
Not you and I, for we will live forever.

Golden promises fill your mind
As we face each day,
Just remember someday
We will scream, "oh my god,
.....THIS
Is paradise and it feels
So ******* good!"

So, I need to say this and I need someone to listen and I know you come here everyday waiting for another piece of my soul to be poured out onto paper. You are the best listener of all, even though i've never met you and still I can pick your face out of any crowd even if I were blind. I know your voice so well that it's in every single one of my dreams telling me all the things no one else has been brave enough to say. Darling, I need to get something off my chest and I don't feel safe enough leaving these words anywhere else.

My heart belongs to someone. Someone I've never met in person. Someone who writes words darker than ebony and stronger than my coffee. He downs the most potent poisons known to man and listens to the music everyone else ridicules. He's stronger than he'll let on and he has a heart of gold even if he won't admit it. He's an angel and a vampire all at once. theres something about his voice that just cant  be described, it defies all description, it makes even the most painful words beautiful. There's something about his smile that makes even the worst days seem okay. He has this smile that outshines the sun - it's contagious too.

And this person, he is wonderful. He lets me fall asleep on the phone with him so he knows I'm okay. So if I have my nightmares he is close by. He looks out for me when I have to deal with idiots and *******. He offers to take my pain away from me when im sick. This person, they don't like words that are cliche and overused. Especially those three that are like watered down coca-cola. the words everyone wants to hear, the ones said to quickly, the ones that are so completely meaninglessly meaningful. And yet when he does say words like that, he means them, wholeheartedly, without any doubts at all.

My heart belongs to a stranger who's not really a stranger and honestly, I wouldn't rather anything else, because something about the way he smiles, reminds me he feels something similar.

The devastated people are
the seemingly happiest of all
but what happens if the fall
will they have gone down far?

Who's to say the sad
are the ones with the broken
hearts and souls wide open?

If a person is hurt
how can they pretend to be
so freaking lively and happy
yet be treated like dirt?

Well every single day
she puts on a huge smile
but it only lasts a while,
but has she ever been okay?

She is ever so fair
the beautiful kind of pale
her heart is for sale
and she has long dark hair.

Every morning she'll wake
with bright red eyes,
cause every night she cries,
but she'll smile for her sake.

She hides all she can
so they won't be able to see
the her without any glee,
though she doesn't have a single fan.

Walking down the lane
not one ray of light
with herself she must fight
to try and forget the pain.

Her goal is to lose,
to lose herself in
the world hidden within
and live in the blues.

But of course that's not it,
never will that be the story
and the world won't say sorry;
maybe for life she's just not fit.

Is this going to end,
will she continue to bleed,
will she get all that she needs
or for death will she fend.

Will she ever meet
somebody to love for real
or is that something she won't feel,
what fate will she greet?

The air is crisp and cool,
ebony and silver are the sky
hearts and souls long to fly
the ground is painted in crimson drool.

Where is she now?
Who is she anyway?
Oh it's that Madison Rene'
I see why death's her vow.

Truth is lemon juice
on a freshly cut wound,
you don't understand it
until it's happened to you.

People saying "it's okay"
are the ones that start
the war between me and myself
it's tearing me apart!

Truth is bitter-sweet chocolate
straight from Japan,
it's so tempting to a weakened
soul, one without a biggest fan.

Maybe thats only the case
when you feed on lies
so you can fool yourself
then silence your useless cries.

Truth is a tourniquet
that could save us all.
Truth is only ever a friend
that always forgets to call.

You say that you
don't want to
hear it,
any of it.
Not these words
so delicatly spun
like the web
of an ebony widdow
or the rays of
marvelous golden sunlight.
So I guess
you will never
listen to anything
that I say,
since these words
come from my
very soul,
as do those.
I guess I can
never
again say
I love you
I miss you,
or even goodbye.
So I'll just sit
here
and listen to
the sound of your
breath dancing
through wires
and landing so softly
on my ear,
just one last time.
Then you will never
here this crap
again,
or any crap again
from me.

As I write this, there is a black rose
sitting on the dresser across the room
from me. Rain is lightly drizzling
from the rooftop. Words are just stringing
themselves along a bland page
that more than likely will never be
read again. But I want it to be read,
I want more people like you to find this
and realize just how perfect your life is -
even when things are not perfect.

I want it to be completely
understood. I want it to be

life changing.

As I write this, there is a black rose
sitting on the dresser across the room
from me. Rain is lightly drizzling
from the rooftop. Words are just stringing
themselves along a bland page
that more than likely will never be
read again. But I want it to be read,
I want more people like you to find this
and realize just how perfect your life is -
even when things are not perfect.

I want it to be completely
understood. I want it to be

life changing.