You whisper please,
I can see begging becoming a tradition in the mist of the air.
Your heart hung up on a tree out in the middle of that field.
My finger points to it, a boney looking finger,
You wouldn’t want to hold it.
My hands are old but my skin is new, stretched over the bones, seemed almost deadly to you. I can tell you the moons secrets as it tells me yours too.
Trust in something or someone will take advantage of you.
You must choose wisely, for I don’t give good advice.
Carry me on your shoulders; I can see you as a king.
I want to be royalty, just make me apart of this land.
I will stand tall and find a place far from here,
Where the stars sit bright above my head.
And the grass may become my bed.

I wish I was a masterpiece
Created to be destroyed, in your mind at least.
A perfect shade of pink ran around my cheeks.
I felt them fade to grey as you ran away.
With a paint brush in hand you let me fall to the dust.
Unprotected I sat, unfinished and alone.
Half of a heart traced across my chest.
I couldn’t move I was stuck in the grasp of a portrait.
Framed by a scholar.
Pondered by a thinker; I saw myself as…once in a blue moon.
But when the moon did show its face, I felt the coolness of the sun’s rays.
They were being portrayed by the moons white glow.
A poser in a way, there was light.
No heat to warm the bodies stuck against the walls of time.
Twisting a word into a masterpiece is harder than twisting a paintbrush into one
My friend, you have drawn a path in front of me.
Directly to you. And my breath was taken when you stole it,
Right out of my mouth.
You took the black paint and covered my face.
Ashamed of what you might have created.
You wanted me to be perfect.
An image so precious, you just couldn’t create it.
You hated it.
A masterpiece to me, I was.
But to you, a demonstration of destruction.
I was Nothing.

Twisted words create a path full of dried rose petals.
you decided to leave them behind.
a trail hollow and cold.
a glass vase shattered beneath my bleeding feet.
Two silver spoons fed me an obsession.
I took them and ran.
I felt the vase cling to my skin.
nothing out of the normal.
a crooked seagull lead the way with a broken wing to save the day.
a knife was given as the prey.
able to eat out my heart i recreated the scene of violence you initiated my dear.
it smelled like you my dear.
a perfect world fit in your eyes my dear.
and at this moment i just lay.
a piece of glass rested upon your finger.
you saw me through it. Contoroted.
my mind felt the pulse of blood flow through my body.
and i saw your guts resting on my bed.
you spilled them last night.
they smell of rotting meat that have made some mistakes.
a mind that could destroy a city.
and soon the wind will tell us which direction to take, for now it only whispers insanity.
thank you for nothing my dear.

Avoidance is the key when you smell that tenderness
Once it has been spotted you retrieve it
Or else the waves will take you under
Cold hands will feel your skin with a pure heart
You will be taken and held down till your eyes burn into the back of your skull
A feeling desired by many
A spark will ignite in you stomach that holds nothing but air
Your to sick to eat
A twinge that runs up and down chasing your blood away from your heart
Shaking will feel normal as you walk down the extended nightmare
A hand reached out & will pick your chin up
Then a leg will knock your knees right out from under you
And the only feeling left is falling
A net given to you by the universe will only catch your body
But your emotions will fall
You will be stuck in a never ending black hole filled with thoughts of him
A suffocation of his smell intoxicated your mind
Hung over with delicious thoughts that crazes your mind
A memory so glorious but only one such memory
And a never ending nightmare that has come true.

I whisper to myself, the password, the key to the enemy
I feel the dirt tripping across my toes and the wind brushing up against my nose
And the air is tense as I walk alone
Into the dark that seems to be growing old
I feel your warmth though
A heart beat exists at this time
Simultaneously creating a rhythm that we could fall asleep to
And the rocks dug into my ankles splitting the bone
But I sat
And waited as the street light corrected the night
And waited for that car that we hold our breath for to come down and find us
For we have no secrets
But we still run away when they come and seek us
And that night I saw five shooting stars above my head
I didn’t make a wish
For it was to dangerous
The edge of the world was underneath my toes
I was a barefoot and my feet felt rough
I stood alone; almost considered myself tough.

For the people who don’t understand, let me make things clear.
He twisted her arm and made her scream.
Heartbreak was inevitable at this moment. Her mind was numb.
And time had come.
With no warning signs or a place to hide,
She danced along the rim of his teeth, playing hard to get.
Her mind thought once never thought twice.
She smacked him back to the future.
No truth rolled from her tongue.
All lies.
Her long hair pulled out from her roots.
Cut to a short length. Her stomach growled.
And now she envied all that was lost at this moment.
And the moon came out. Nothing to feel but only delight.
He then fought to make himself a mystery.
She fought to solve his so called history.
Rhymes fell out of her mind. There was no rhythm.
A dark liquid oozed from her heart. A particular taste.
Sweet and ****.
No rhyme or reason. Picked at random.
And then she thought this liquid would go swell with some wisdom.
She opened him up like a fortune cookie.
Cracking his sweet shell and finding the truth that sits inside.
Its something she already new. Its something that she had heard before.
But she needed to hear it from him.
She washed it down with a milkshake flavored black cherry.
Smooth and dark. The deep red grows brighter until it flows down His cracked skull.
It drips to the ground and makes a pool around. Red.
She denied the fact that she bashed his mind.
He tried to hide the reason or rhyme.
She fought him and obviously won.
She fought to find out why he had come.
The road is short and it’s coming to an end.
Mysterious as he seemed.
He was easily solved.
The taste lingered and she felt satisfied. Her mind created an addiction.
Abusive behavior the attraction.
Dangerous and weary she fought to remember.
But could never.

Headaches with earthquakes create milkshakes in the brain
Oozing out delicious thoughts
While freezing up the **** I once built around this town
Fondly known as Stephanie’s Brain
And people still come and visit; for the taste of what I’ve got
And sometimes these earthquakes don’t exactly hit the spot
Creating a well knowing that not everyone is the same
For the hope that one of these earthquakes will create the right amount of shake
Making it somewhat sane
And when it happens it will mix up my already jumbled thoughts
And produce what was once known as my brain
But now in return for my delicious thoughts,
Is nothing but a mixed up milkshake
That will once again freeze up the dams that blockade you from entering
And well we all know we once fought reality, like we do now
But ironically it is all the same
Our causes linked, like ice on a safety rail
Causing confusion and caution,
Which would normally be avoided with the mention of a “safety” rail
But now seems to cause even more danger then without one
And I feel light headed as you drink
The delicious nectar that has been produced for you
And all you can think is,
Man it tastes like chocolate…
I try to be different but ironically it just makes me the same as everyone else.