Through the eyes of a hopeful child,
the world can seem so cruel

The brand new 13 year old,
Sawing at their skin because
"Things are so hopeless."

Whatever, she's been filling scarlet napkins two years prior
She wondered if there would ever be a true friend

There's a 14 year old, she thinks she knows who she can trust
So she drinks herself unconscious,
Crying about everything to the ones she trust.
A year later,
when she's gotten her skin torn into by ink,
they all give up on her
and she's back to talking to a knife.

There's a 17 year old who feels so used,
Trusts two people
Can't wait to move out,
but money isn't too nice
Her dreams seem out of reach
but her scars seem to be healing
thoughts of dying happen less and less

Things have been crashing down since day one.

A 20 year old just moved away,
year two of college.

Feels invincible, and maybe one day
she won't hate herself.

It’s difficult to understand these feelings that I get
Things I said or left unsaid lie undisturbed, in cold regret
To leave me here, and from all sides my raddled soul is now beset
I pray my heart to beat again, my heart has not responded yet
It seems somewhere along the way, that life has lost it’s fragile ease
Though I have not lost hope of love, do not misunderstand me please
Dreams of realization come at times and I have thoughts of these
To wonder if I’m standing, then I look to find I’m on my knees

I pray the stars to have no hope of everlasting light
And sorrow fail to shine on me, there in the ivory blackened night
And so I close my eyes to all those things reminding me of bright
The Autumn leaves have blown away, The world is left in black and white
I grieve for all the dear departed, and the days we knew so well
Their lives erstwhile so close to mine, that time has sadly now dispelled
Perhaps one day these memories I view shall come to thus foretell
That we shall meet again and know, there is no bittersweet farewell

The years unfurl beneath my feet, the Earth revolves again
Each star that passes overhead pursues joyous legerdemain
Could some portion of my happiness, when all is said and done remain?
I awake beside my fire to the silent sounds, and speak your name
Dreams however cannot hide the truth of things that we have missed
The colors of my youth have faded, and as such they can’t exist
Within the torn and tortured realm that reality insists
Until the time when you and I, and God can softly reminisce

Dean Evans
9-12-15
2014

Poetry
Is
Wine;
It
Should
Be
Drunk
By
All
As
It
Is
Permitted
In
A­ll
Religions!

I think I'd like to have a British accent that sometimes randomly morphs into a Russian one.

Hello come in!
Rest your *** at that chair
and start thinking

So you see..
Look at the rain,
and the gray
and the pretentious negative TV...



Remember to be futile
and to donate by phone
to those dying children
you horrible person

You might just want to keep yourself way from war theaters
and find happiness here on the web

I do enjoy the occasional Angelina adopting on TV
I feel part of it

Now for those that don't know Mr. Freeze is my favorite villain in batman his icy persona always appealed to me in ways Two Face and Clay Face couldn't hope to achieve.

Is it possible for me to posess one of his most famous features in life's grand quest,
the heart of ice.
if I had it that would be nice
it wouldn't sting at all of someone stabbed me in the back
or if someone played me I'd shrug it off and laugh.
And if someone broke my heart I wouldn't fall apart I'd simply move on to the next one, over I wouldn't have to start.

But his heart of ice came at a horrible price
his body decayed in search of a cure for his wife.
well I'm single right now so that wouldn't matter to me
in fact I'd probably not get annoyed by certain members of my family.

So all I'm saying is a change would be nice,
if I had Mr. Freezes Heart Of Ice.

existence is beyond any explanation
existence is you and me
we are here
along with the sky
and the animals
the animals in our minds,
in our hearts
our hearts beat like any others
and they scream
they scream for love
and for each other
they cry for ***
and for water
as our minds, they linger
slowly behind, afraid
of monsters

and we fall
then we drown
and we become
those monsters