She climbed like fire
from the cold claws--
"Not today," she said
Shaking her head.

It came back,
gnawing at her skin
Picking at her head
"No!" she yelled.

It crept up again
Its shivery smile deceiving
She met its eyes
And sighed, before walking away.

But it stuck with her.
Pleasant, yet sickening.
Beautiful but disgusting--
She stopped.

Looked over her shoulder;
It was still there,
Its red gleaming eyes full
of knowing evil.

Her eyes turned the color of fire
She touched its scales
Stroked its flesh
Eyes full of forbidden wonder.

She took a blade, in her pocket,
And looked at her wrists.
The blue rivers of gushing red
Intrigued her.

It noticed how easy she was
To control;
It hissed in her ear
And told her "Yes!"

That was all she needed--
She became one with it
When she sliced open her arm
And became slowly absorbed.

Soon she was gone
With the blue rivers,
Carried away by lies
And deceived by evil.

you open a mason jar
full of sticky,
bitterly sweet honey

your fingers stick
to the jar

and refuse
to release

you then realize
the honey

was actually
brown cement

why me?
you think,
annoyed

I talked you through your dark times,
when you felt so alone
when no one else was willing

I left you alone
when you got angry at me
for trying to help

Why am I still here
with you
after all I've gone through because of you?

Because,
because I love you

He thinks about that airplane
Flying above his house
What would happen if...
But it won’t.
But what if it actually...
No.

He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think of something else
He covers his ears to hide the noise
It only makes it worse

His heart races inside his chest
He feels nauseous and dizzy
He tries again to think of anything but the plane
To no avail...

He feels so alone
His anxiety stops him from being happy
From doing what he loves
Being who he wants to be

He just wants it to stop
and
go
away.

There's this little thing who was born in the sewer
Her name, they all say, is Society
Pretends she's all that, but she's really nothing newer
They say she never once spoke the truth.

Society likes to pick in the brains of young girls
Likes to meanly whisper in their ears,
"You're fat, you're worthless, you're the ugliest there is!"
What good does that do? It brings them to tears.

Society likes to mess with the minds of young boys
Likes to torment them by teasing,
"You're skinny, you cry, you aren't manly enough!"
Society makes sure it sure isn't pleasing.

Society likes to mess with the minds of in-betweens or not-at-alls
Likes to belittle, judge, and taunt
"Why can't you be normal? No one likes you!"
It goes on and on. Society likes to daunt.

Society herself doesn't have a care in the world
She never thought once about anyone's feelings
All day she picks at everyone she can find
All night she waits for them to wake, on their ceilings.

The chill autumn breeze
The tall and brown rustling trees
Come dead falling leaves

I reach my hands to the sky,
Knowing You will catch me
if I fall.
I love You.

My trust in You cannot be described
in words.
My love for you my mind
cannot comprehend,
Oh God,
I love You.

Every time I fall short of You
You hug me and tell me "It's okay;
"I forgive you."
I love You.

When anxiety creeps up on me,
You calm my soul
and remind me that You
have everything under control.
God,
I love You.

Clad in yellow low-tops
and second-hand jeans,
she walks through his heart --
with a curious mind, she explores.

I find it curious the mystery of birds
cawing deep within a morning forest
somewhere in the distance through the mist;
they soar from tree to towering tree
through the faded green and brown
as the entire wood dances to the song
of the soft, lingering breeze.

The sunset in your eyes
gives me the light I need
to keep on trekking
through the mystery
of your broken heart

With you, I find peace.
I find peace through the night and
Through the thunderstorms.

The voice of a flat clarinet
Sings through an open window
Through the warm, paved streets
Full of Honda Civics and ***** buses

The people turn off their bass blasting radios
And adjust their ears to the quiet music
Which softly sighs through the town
Through the busy bakery and the dusty church

The song dies too soon
And the world holds its breath
For one more second --
Exhaling noisy construction, business phone calls,
And the popular love songs that seem to play on repeat.

Forgetting the quiet clarinet song.

The watch read five fifty-two
On a Saturday morning
The sky was dark blue
The stars a warning
that all that begins
must end,

It was now six-oh-one,
Morning had begun
The birds were singing their tune
For the watch-wearer would wake
soon

Another minute had passed
For time was not made to last
For now the world was
awake
Time is left to take.

A new minute had come to life
Exploding
with each new second
Which gave it an identity
Something to be
recognized by
This minute existed all over the Earth,
In this minute all the humans take one
breath
together
Heartbeats of everything which has a heart
Beating
In this minute
A minute when laughter erupts
Babies cry
and old ones die
A minute when the stars twinkle brightly
Their beautiful essence
So far
away
A minute when the trees sway in the wind
Their leaves green and dancing,
All the life that comes from them
rejoicing
A minute when eyes will look and
see
everything around them
For the first time or
the last
A minute that could be one you'll always remember
Or one which was so ordinary
That you forgot

The silver tide sloshed to the shore
But soon shivered back to the black
It was leisurely lured once more

A whirlwind of dry, colorful leaves float to the sky
As the breeze picks up, birds start to fly
Autumn trees dance along,
As if it were a song.
The sun casts their shadows on the chilly ground.

A burgundy heart
thumps loudly under slick skin;
Droplets of gray rain come running down
a bare chest.

Cold, ****** hands grasp
whatever they can seek,
Lungs gasping for air that gives them nothing;
throat stinging as it screams

Colorless eyes squeeze shut in exhaustion
as sharp crimson pain
floods through;
Screaming in agony

Time halts in its tracks --
Fear floods the mind
as wet, throbbing fingers
lose their grip.