She minds her little sister
Babysitting in the woods
Flowers bunched up in her hand, primroses perhaps
Devoutly kneeling, she offers them to the child
As hair flows down her back
A long blonde waterfall

The child with open arms
Learns how to receive
And how to give

In a corner a written plea
Take me now for twenty quid
Reduced from twenty five

Unloved, unvalued even for the frame
Now rescued from indignity
And lifted from the skip

kiss me on the cheek,
hand me your cigarette,
park on the grass,
kiss em and **** em
love em and leave em.
fill my lungs with the smoke of euphoria,
fill my mind with the thoughts of nothing,
nothing at all,
nothing important.
fill my heart with your heart,
with your voice,
your strumming, drumming and bumming.
i may lose my mind, but my heart is in whole.
holes holes holes

You and I we are both good at what we do
But I'm on a whole different level than you
You're mapping out the mind, I'm blurring all the lines
Lacing every thought with a dose of cyanide 
I contain the colors that you cannot create
All because I've reached an uncharted mental state
And never will I tell you nor will I unveil
How it is and where I go, you'll have to find the trail
Speak away your conscience and bury it with deeds
Then imagine how to nourish what your body needs
Soon you will be restless, just as I once was
Or maybe I'm just saying this like everybody does
I can see you're doubtful, perhaps you want a clue
But time and space will prove again, eternity chose you

all that’s left is ruins
holding within them
the stories of so many

but the jungle barely notices
as her vines begin to reclaim
that which is rightfully hers

Things can be hard
Even when you can’t imagine
Friends can change
And the ones
You once thought were innocent
Are the ones with the knife behind your back
Poplars’ can hold it against you
Or maybe be your friend
Like in my case
But you never know what will happen next
Problems can start
And end up in such a big deal
That it’s too easy knowing it all
The one you use to like likes another girl
But she’s such a good friend she helps you getting over that ****
You can be shy
Hoping nobody judges you
You try to keep your head held up but sometimes
There is no use
You’re eager to know who likes you
Trying to see who thinks you’re pretty
But you have so low self-steam
That you think
Nobody should like you
Or you’re not in the same level that they are
You compare yourself with other girls
Seeing what they have and what you don’t
You could have a great personality
And a pretty face or body
But when you don’t have one of the two
You think you’re not in the same category as other girls
But life is more than just being pretty
Being nice is a great advantage cause maybe prettier girls
Are hated by everyone
And if you have floes
There are ways of making them less notable
Or maybe just getting rid of them
You don’t have to be ashamed of having a problem
You have to be ashamed not doing something about it
So get up and be strong
Be nice and be proud of being who you are
Because everyone else is taken