Cogs spin in my brain,
and I've been graciously informed
that I have no heart,
that I am a machine.

Perhaps it is true,
for when I hold a crimson rose,
it ****** my finger,
and out comes gasoline.

The flame that burns
the purest shade of silver
sends a shiver of euphoria
down my spine,
to my brain,
a tingle of excitement
surging through my veins.

in every fable, every tale,
there will be a gatekeeper
to the treasure you seek.
a valiant hero
you may be
but pass through the gates,
you need not strength
but skill.
a sharp, quick mind
to answer the impossible riddle
that keeps you from what you need.

You create a spark
with the friction of your hand
against mine;
with the friction of your lips
against my own;
you kindle a fire
within me,
as though your fingertips
were flint and steel.

you're so dull,
so simple,
so
black and white.

that's how you see the world,
right?
black and white.

i,
however,
see the world
in colour.

I know what I saw,
what I felt,
it was dangerous,
mischievous.

So please,
I beg of you,
take my word as gospel
and hide from the shadows
that lurk within you.

my perspective on life
is optimistic, blissful.
while i try,
i really do,
to look on the bright side
where the sun shines.
however, obstacles
never rest
and make life bliss,
with a side of misfortune.

Do not cry,
child,
for someone
who will not cry rivers,
lakes,
oceans
for you.

The struggle
of having someone
love you one moment, and the next
they cut your heartstrings
and leave you to die.

The perfect little neighborhood,
homes full of lies,
they hide behind the polished door
and under their smile hides hideous cries.

The perfect little homes
to show to the people's eyes
while on the inside there's centipedes,
not lively butterflies.

I hung lanterns,
I hung lights
to give the monsters
under my bed
quite a fright.

Alas, the lights didn't work,
it was all in vain,
for the monsters
live not under my bed,
but in my brain.

She cries for her children.
she sheds the tears
they bury deep inside;
she charges into battle
with a tear streaked face
to protect her bairn;
a mother's tears
may never be seen
but it does not mean
they do not exist.

you smell like a witch's storage,
a pantry of spice;
rosemary, basil,
turmeric, corriander.
the smell,
it's spice.

I once sat, wealthy, proud,
on a throne of velvet and gold.
I wore satin, not rags.
My castle, once made of the finest stone
has since become debris
of a kingdom
that has fallen.

After a night that let
snow like chilled cotton
fall from the cloudy, yet sunlit sky,
the enthralling,
calming sounds of
twittering birds
and crunching snow,
that is my winter wonderland.

She'll keep me from drowning,
she'll save me from my demise,
she is my guardian, my saviour
in my eyes.

A cuss word,
to swear upon a name;
so sharp,
so bad,
so rebellious;
so thrilling
as it leaves
a ****** taste
in my mouth.

I cannot shut my eyes,
I refuse another coat
of obscurity
unless I have a nightlight
to wash away
the darkness,
the unknown.

A lithe breeze
sweeps the hair
from my face
so that I may
appreciate
the good in the world.

The furious wind
screams, it howls
in unison
with the wolf.

The delicate petals
of a poppy field
fall like the lives
of children
in Yemen.

Such a beautiful sight,
everything was right;
As it should be
a centerpiece of a white lily;
Blooming peonies,
zealous bumblebees;
All was perfect,
all was well,
I simply love it,
my garden's smell.

I surrendered
my mind,
my body,
my soul
to you
only to have you
break me.

You give my heart
such a pleasant, exaspirating
burn,
sweet, never enough to hurt,
like pineapple on my tongue.

I smell petrichor,
as dew lands on grass.
I smell cinnamon
on the bristling autumn leaves.
I smell copper
as I ***** my finger
on a crippled rose.
What a blend,
such pleasan aromas.

I could no longer
stay in a place
in which I did not belong.
I hoped you would compromise,
fight with love on your side.
Alas, it was too difficult,
too much of a burden
for you to fight for me,
for you to keep me,
for you to love me.

I was no longer thriving,
I was miserable.
It was time
for a differing adventure.
And so, impatient,
filled to the brim with gaiety,
I told you.
You acknowledged
my decision,
but will you leave
as I walk an unknown path
of obscurity?
Will you stay, support me,
love me?
Or will you leave?

A school,
engulfed by many pure,
untouched, untainted
by lust.

And those
who have indulged
have discovered the epitome
of love.
Alas, after it all,
they knew the loss
of their virginity.

you are so delicate,
so pure
and brilliant,
i can't help but look at your smile
and think of
silver lace.

A chaste thing it is,
to stare at your reflection
as you decorate your face,
watching the transition.

I collect cassettes,
little boxes of music
as the tape spins about
in a vintage melody.

i use chalk
on a blackboard
to bring my imagination
to life.

Bright, big hunks of orange squash
open on a garden with leaves strewn across.
An oak litters withering, crippling leaves
that smell like cinnamon.

A clear umbrella
that let people glare
past the dewy tears of the sky
and into the mirror-like
platinum hair.

A constant clicking
of shoes on wet cobblestone
click, clack
like a clock
tik, tok.

A small tea shoppe,
with pastries and coffee,
the Italian roast just as awakening
as the refreshing rain.

The chime of the clock tower,
oh, is it midnight already?

I suppose I should retire,
a fine day it was,
I cannot deny that I love
Tuesday in London.

My mind led my body
off the edge, into the abyss.
They stared,
desirous.
If you love me,
said my body,
lead me off of the precipice.
If you love me,
said my mind,
follow me into silence.
If you love me,
they said,
let us together,
exist.

i meditate
when the obnoxious sounds
of artificial life
and shrieking vocals
worm into my brain.

well, they try, anyway.
but they will never enter
if i am at peace of mind.

I've never been satisfied,
how hard to I have to work
and dream
to be satisfied?

Maybe I'm just used to
this same old, dull routine
and this may be my normal.

How do I know what's out there,
will it make me satisfied?
I'll go and see then, what life has to offer
and at least I'll know I tried.

The folk tales say
that on the sapphire sea
the wind would roar
to the melody
of the siren's song.

The folk tales say
that the sailors were so enamoured
with the music of the seacreatures
that they jumped overboard to join them.

The folk tales say
that the sailors were hypnotized;
in reality, the sea drove them mad
and they dived to their demise.

Nobility,
they aspire to bathe in molten gold.
But what a pity,
they know not how to read the books of old.

Wrapped in chains of silver
a bind to their wealth.
Alas, they underestimate copper
and care not for good health.

I'm bored ; such a dull, predictable routine.
I need change, a thrill, excitement!
Let's jump the fence,
let's see if the grass is greener
on the other side
and engage in more adventure
than ever before!

What I did was unvoluntary,
my soul was unconscious
I couldn't help it ;
I was simply autonomic.

Don't you snicker,
you really shouldn't laugh.
I'll build an empire
from just a measley craft.
I'll have an army,
I'll rule,
and I can assure
that when I sit
on the velvet throne
this kingdom will be pure.

I've spent about,
I don't know,
some centries or so
contemplating my death
prepared, not scared.

years ago,
it was,
that i tipped the hourglass.

and for years now,
i've been reminded of how lonely I am
because of an infinite waterfall
of sand.

The ticking of the clock,
rusty and antique,
as though it snaps it's tongue with
every passing second
and torments my everwaiting mind.

Paint on your canvas,
use my skin
and decorate it with charcoal
and pastels.

Make me beautiful.

A miniscule slit in my wrist,
a sufficient amount for just a
teardrop of blood
to fall on the parchment
as I sign a blood-binding bond
in crimson ink.

The night, silent and obscure.
2:56 ; witching hour was near.
My mind wasn't sure,
and a dragging pierced my ears.
My mother,
my father,
dragged by a stickly, monstrous figure.
It placed them in my room, creating
a masterpiece.
On the wall, he used their blood
to write a message.
As it hid under my bed,
my eyes twitched open
to read the horrific message on the wall.

"I know you're awake."