My head feels like exploding
From the aching its receiving
Everything is so ******* overwhelming
That’s just my everyday life
Growing up only gets harder from “here”
Take me somewhere no where near “here”

I come here
To walk
But all I do is think
I come here to rejoice
But all it does is hurt
I want to be happy
But my mirror is stuck with an obscene
Image, in its path
It’s just a reflective sticker on a piece of glass
Revealing to me who I am
So the sticker is not whats obscene,
It’s my own thinking
So here’s my first step toward
Making myself happy
Revealed and open
I’m breaking those mirrors
Until I can look with joy into
One
So I came here to walk,
I ended up thinking

what happened to poetry?
of a mysterious nature
what happened to poetry of a joyous perception

when did our thoughts become so Disgruntled
that all we write of
is
love and hate
being one

what happened to stories,
that showed us
images in our head

wheres our modern day
Edgar Allen Poe
or
our William Shakespeare

it strikes me with grief to be a part
of the poets who play sad records
and shine no sun through my poetry

what happened to me?

Beautiful girl
what have they done
turning the butterfly back into the caterpillar
Beautiful child
what are they doing
calling names,playing foul games

when will it stop
the hatred they sport
the rhythm of lies
they can not support

don't let them do it darling
don't budge an inch
for if they catch you breaking
receive yes of what they want

beautiful girl what have they done
beautiful child i thought you would hold up
i did not believe
they could
they would break you

beautiful girl don't you
wake from that floor!
cause' where you are now
their names will not hurt anymore

beautiful child
did no one tell you
you were, you are beautiful

Her heart sang for a lovely soul
like a canary search for love
someone who would make her world
and then
one day
one meet
one hello
and her heart was hooked
like bait

running with high speed
he always caught her in safe arms
but life's not That easy

out of the blue
the deep blue sky
she came running,
he let her fly
off that cliff
drifting in mid air

she still wonders if love was
ever there
now everytime she gets close to anyone
she fly's off that cliff
again,again and again

it's hard to just
stop

to just stop loving
someone
who doesn't love you back
so do not stop
keep loving
but not that someone
put that love into something, pick up
a pen
a brush
a anything
but do not let that love you have
go to waste on someone who doesn't
love
you