This world is run by a maker at heart,
Who at times likes to play his part.
However, don't expect him to get a clue,
A hint to why you are so blue.
He winds up our gears, and cogs,
Setting up our days like Lincoln logs.
This world is run by a crazy man,
A skeptic by trade, who does what he can.
He thinks we are not the same,
He generalizes us and we are all to blame.
Who is this man of the hour?
He watches all from his strange tall tower.
He will tell his name to you,
"Hello, I am stereotype, how do you do?"

jelly on toast I'm fine as dandilion
Heeep us
We are the sin of the bun
sin a bun
My bun
my ***
Poetry
Help us all
Please
beez in a fine *** trap
Killin for mongril
My **** is the flame of your fire pit
I am on drugs
Not
what kind of drugs
Just livi
Kind
Livi is my soul fam
In zero ways
Desu
Desu
desu
desu
I love japan
But I can not go
I ma so a sorry
She is using my make up brushes on her FEEETTETETE
DEATH TO THE SINNER
why is livi using make up brushes on her feetes
ADD
what the fuckie
SHE HAS ADD
I KEEP TYPING ***
IM SO SORRY
I need jesus
u have jesus
I need jesus one on one

I spend all day taking crap from you,
I listen and take the hurt that you deal.
You take your anger out on me,
And I never think how do you feel.
I try my best to make you understand,
I'm human and I'm not perfect.
However, I never try to to understand you.
Am I worth it.

So Mom,
When I'm all grown up,
I'm going to need you there.
And i know you may not be able to,
and i was never the best kid to care.
I know that life's hard,
I know i was so bad at being a daughter.
But i need you now,
Through hell and high water.
I'm sorry for the words that i say,
And i may never stop saying them.
Hoping one day i will,
I know ill never be a gem.
So please, please be there.

Bubbles float upwards in slow motion.
Each one leaving behind all care and emotion.
The deep blue surrounding me drowns out all sound,
Spiraling like clouds floating all around.
Only now do i see the beauty.
It's long silky hair that floats in the sea.
See through for them is attractive,
Each movement, adaptive.
They rule the sea with their looks, so uncanny.
The jellyfish.. forgotten by many.

When nights array, shines past the window pane,
I sit and wait for the midnight rain.
Before the shower begins, I fall into deep comatose,
Falling and flying into the dark and watch the night, my soul to diagnose.
Deep within the psyche of me, I find a door,
I have reached my center, the very entrance to my core.
I am curious to look inside myself, to see the bad and the good,
To open up, to all I have misunderstood.
It opens to my touch and inside the sent of roses pierces me.
A garden overgrown with worry.
I enter and frown at all the weeds I've let in,
I have kept it all deep within.
Tears fall down as I cry the words I never said,
I scream the thoughts I kept inside my head.
All my pain comes out upon the dirt under my feet,
All the lies and sadness, so bittersweet.
I finally end without a word to be spoken,
All the bad memories now shattered and broken.
I look to the door and think of the things I've always had.
My family and friends, my home and my bed, through the good and the bad.
Slowly all the weeds of worry, the thistle of lies all vanished,
All the dark and violence banished.
I watch the roses grow, lilies bloom,
I smell the lavenders sweet perfume.
I wander to the nearest tree to climb and find some words in it's bark.
"Hortus autem Mea Mens." the word send me smiling away the dark.
If these words have affected you, then there is hope still left for humankind.
The night is long but i can wait, in the garden of my mind.

The ability to love oneself is truly a grace,
However, too much will send it down bellow.
It's a simple pity this human race,
More time on how you look, love will bestow.
How disgusting really is the fact that I am better then you,
I am beautiful, and witty.
I am graceful, and pretty too,
Yet as for you, what a pity.
So this is my sin and it is how it will stay,
No matter how i try to save myself it's unforgiving.
In this dark sin there is no day,
For I suffer from the pride of the living.