Reality
The Sherlock Holmes
Of the imaginative world
Finding our secrets
Solving the case shedding the light
And bleaching dyes

Romance
The keeper os secrets
In the imaginative world
Hiding eyes
Whispering lies
Casting shadows
And dyeing blinds

The cat and mouse game
Goes on forever
Between two lovers
Till the weasel is popped
Romance is stopped
And Reality reveals
What Romance concealed

They say don’t pity the dead
For the dead are out of life’s pain
But the dead also
Are out of life’s gain
Out of the history being made
Out of making their name
So yes they might be living in comfort
But no pain,
No gain

Shielf yorself
From others hate
For those arrows are sharp
And always penetrate
Even through the adrenaline
You might not feel it
But the wound is there
Pussing and peeling
Shield yourself
From enemies hatae
For it's not worth
The furure pain

A twirl of color
A flash of light
A series of masks
It's masquerade night

Full of laughter
Full of fright
It's never ending
Masquerade night

No one is who
You know to be
Everyone's hiding
Their pain in glee

Behind those masks
Are true peoples cares
But hey who cares
Its masquerade night

Ode to my blanket
All tattered and torn
To inndards so thin
And falling all out
To covering me up
Since I was six

This torn up old blanket
Toy Story based
Is Woody on one side
nd Buzz on the other.
Woody side up
Was always the best
It became the running joke
Even to today
That joke runs most


The blanket so old
If it could talk
such stories would be told
From forts in the living room
And fear in my bed
Joys with my family
To sadness alone

The blanket so aged
Has been there all days
When I was alone
It made things ok

Even to today
This blanket still covers me
In all my confusion
And insecurities
But this blanket one day
Will retire
Till it's Woody side up
On my funeral pyre

What do you think
When you see that woman on the screen
Do you think man that’s hot
Or ugh let’s not

It’s good if you say
Ugh let’s not
Because man that’s hot
Leaves your brain to rot

And man that’s hot
Makes your family distraught
And make you think of women
As an object
To be thrown away on the spot

If you’re ugh let’s not
And move to another plot
Spend life without an addiction
Ripping you apart
Then
You can love with all your heart

What does it take
To be your man
Six packs abs
And dark gold skin?

What if all I have
Is taped up glasses
And a face full of zits?

Do you prefer
The dark and danger
Or sensitive and pure?

What about
Nerdy and weird
Or awkward with a side of fear

What’s it take
To be your man
My arms are stretched
Will you take my hand?