A thousand pages,
Never read.
A vacant path,
Left for dead.
The silent screams
That fill our ears,
The cuts so deep
We cry in fear
You are not the only one,
There's thousands out there
Who's lives are done.
Just rock your head
Accept your fate
We're crash test dummies
Who took the bait.
Release your sympathy
We know who we are.
We've heard our first insult,
We've carved our first scar.

A pretty way of saying;
"The dead are stil alive,"
A gorgeous show of tolerance
The facade never dies.
It's okay to scream
When nothing is alright
It's okay to cower in fear,
To want to end your life.
The regret isn't yours,
We do what we will
Labeled as mental
If we just can't sit still.
Throw up the lies
That hide in your stomach;
We're not skinny in our minds',
And the pain is redundant.
But take a deep breathe, sweetie,
You'll be fine.
Just remember, my darling,
Everything dies.

My life stills,
your life speeds
will this creature ever get away from me?
It's screaming in my mind,
saying "Come now, don't go"
In it's terrible voice,
In it's terrible throw.
"Come now little one, no need to leave.
This is the beginning, love, you'll see."
I scream and cry,
I look away,
I am imprisoned,
with this thing I hate.
"Stop your crying, you'll be fine-
I'll have you home in three days time.
Just three times infinity, my gorgeous one,
for then you and I will be finally done"
He winked and smiled,
he thinks he's so shrewd,
stealing my time,
putting me in a mood.
So I lifted up my chin,
and haughtily said-
"For I shall not stay here, I don't care if im dead."
He smiled crookedly,
his yellow teeth bared,
saying, "Love, don't be that way-
I know your just scared."
I screamed,
I knew there was a new world out there.
He read my thoughts,
said I must just not care.
I said I do to care,
I care very much,
for I'm sure my afterlife will be full of lust.
He said, "Darling" with his stale breath,
"In the way you go out, Hell will be your wreath."

How to make a poem,
That will never end
How to fix a broken heart,
When you know it will never mend.
How to be gorgeous with grace,
How to stop an infinate hate.
Snowbirds should be  beautiful,
Girls should not be rude
But, oh, how we've changed
Even the best are crude.
Light blue lace insilks a treasure,
embroidery and patterns,
They used to make life better.
But oh, how we greed,
How we want,
How we seize.
Oh, how we loath
There is so much hate.
Everyone's so nice,
Everyone's so mean.
Everyone's a fake,
But they're all how they seem.
No need for emotions,
When you can't tell them apart.
No need to care,
When the whole world's in park.
Yet everyone loves,
And everyone's loved
And God has plans,
Near, but so far above.
Life is beautiful,
Even if it's in a twisted way,
Life is gorgeous,
Respect it all, because it will stay.
Horses running wild,
Penguins waddle free.
No matter who they are,
No matter the species.
How to contain an anger,
How to accept,
Nothing can happen
Live life at it's best.
But of course things do happen,
And of course they will
But you don't need to acknowledge that
Move on when you've had your fill.
How to be beautiful,
How to not care,
How to be a poet,
Because I'm not quite there.
How to be a writer,
How to know a deer,
To live like a hunter,
What is infinate fear?
Your soul animal,
Well, it runs through your soul
Picking little fights,
Warming you when you're cold.
It's a dark night,
But you can see the moon
It's a clear night,
But fog will drop soon.
It's a bright morning,
The birds chirp with cheer
But they are shot dead, not far from here.
Now, please, fear not,
There's this thing called the sun,
It works magic wonders
But this was part one.

Nothing to do,
But spill tears on this page
Nothing to do, I guess,
But cry all day.
Nothing to say,
When i say too much
Nothing to say,
When I'm loosing lust.
Nothing to care for,
But the little things I love,
Nothing to care for,
But the stranger I love.
Nothing to write,
When everything I do's a mistake,
Nothing to write,
When my life's about to go in flames.
In flames up or down,
I wouldn't want to say,
Down or up, my thoughts all day.
Will you be sad with me?
I shouldn't have asked.
Will you help me through?
Or is it, "Too great a task?".
I have two sides,
The bad, the good,
My mind considers both,
But the bad figures it could.
The good shines some light,
Just enough if i need help,
But not enough, never enough,
That will ever shroad the doubt.
Why do people get famous,
For such stupid things
Why are some people popular,
Why does no one know
Well, I guess that I don't want them too
I keep a thick layer of snow.
Why is this at-all beautiful,
It's one of the sadder things I"ve wrote
But i guess, when you go high,
It's never the prettiest note.

"To the moon, just through the sun",
he said "I dare you- come and find me".
I can't, my love, that's much too far,
besides- the sun would blind me.
"Oh, my dear, you've much to learn-
but why not humor you?
Oh, my darling, just find the fern,
it will help you through."
And if I do not find this fern? I said, skeptically.
And if I cannot find this fern, can I ever find thee?
"Of course you'll find me, beautiful darling
Of course you can find me, dear.
You want to run away from this,
you want to run from here.
I can help you out with that,
you can come with me,
To the moon, just through the sun, my dear
That's where I'll be."

I really dont know what to say
Whatever, i never do.
But you, know, its kind of funny how
I always muddle through.
I really can't express myself
It would never rhyme.
But, you know, its kind of funny how
i usually do fine.
I have this love relationship,
with everyone,
with life.
I have this hate relationship,
it always pays a price.
You know, humans are weird
we take pride in being smart.
But really how smart are we?
We can never do our part.
We can never shut our mouths,
we make people cry,
we make life miserable,
we can't even guide the blind.
You know, people are crazy,
I'm not sure i like them.
You know, what if we were extinct?
What if you and your most loved were left?
Not your family, but the opposite ***
maybe even your best friend, its up to you.
Wouldnt it be so great?
I would raid all the stores,
I would go to Africa,
see in the bad the glore.
Everything depends on money,
im sorry if you dont have it
i really truely am,
because that is definitly tradject.
I'm sorry this poem is terrible,
it doesnt really rhyme
i want to get some thoughts down,
if its incoherant, fine.
It's funny how we love,
because they never love us back
its funny how we trust
then realize theyre bad.
If you understand this,
if you even read this far,
like if you agree-
but you probably wont.
Because thats just how life works,
but ill stick my ******* up
***** everyone
im fine.

"A beautiful burden,"
He said.
"A beautiful girl."
A beautiful burden, is what he gave me.
A beautiful night,
Though not to last.
A beautiful burden,
Was shed on me.
A beautiful burden,
That's passed.

Swallow your regret
With a bottle of pills,
Honey your life's not over yet
You've got five minutes to ****.

Those words you said
The hate you spread,
That made her take her life.
The mean words all caught up inside
They tangled around her heart,
They whispered softly "jump my dear,
The rope is just a start."
Twenty years later and you still don't know
The effect that you had,
when the next day she didn't show.
You thought she was scared;
But she's not an open book.
You were blind-
And that was just the hook.