Welcome to gorilla garden.
King Lions roam like lone wolves,
Some wolves are crowned like the head of their pride.
Few bears are curios, like your common cat.
Some giant killer kats are kind,
Some giant kats aren't killers.
A bear can sound like a dog barking, a cat purring, or you might barely hear a crow craw before you're mauled for being far to close to the cubs.
There's ants the size of pizza pockets.
And garfield hates lasanga because he got his name from never leaving the
feild he was born in; such a stubborn
Gar; born in a pond in the middle of a field, refusing to be carried to freshwaters in America.

Welcome to Gorilla Garden.

In here, family is king.
Not pride, not packs, not flocks no colonies.
Snakes are welcome, as long as they don't cause twinge.

Our love wasn't really love, but it still hurt when I saw her.
I whisked away the pain like whisking the lumps out of cake batter.
They were still there.
Just like my love for you was.
It's silly because it's been so long but every time we talked I still felt your touch as if you were right next to me,
Like you used to be.
Just as warm as I remembered.
And I shouldn't think about the imaginary 'us' because I'm supposed to be in love with someone else but,
I just love you,
So much.
I didn't think you'd be with someone so soon.
I knew that you wouldn't wait around,
but I had this bit of hope that you'd stay, just a bit longer.
I pushed you of my head,
But, here you are again, making me remember things I shouldn't.
At least not while I'm with him.
He doesn't make me smile like you did.
Or laugh,
Or cry.
He's not you and I'm having a hard time trying not to compare him to you but it's so hard when all I can think of is you,
With her,
And her,
With you,
And the love we had,
Gone.

-- nothing could prepare me,
        and nothing can compare.

I measure myself
Just as you taught me:
I press against walls
So that they can mark me;
I stand next to others
And look up or look down;
I stare at reflections
Until imperfections are found.
I measure and measure,
I poke and I ****--
Until that which is measured
Is depleted and gone.

check the rooms, lock the door
check it all over, then do it once more
the sun is my comfort, she'd visit in the day
but at dusk she'd always leave me
so in the dark i'd wait.

i didn't sleep till sunrise
when i felt the bright warm rays
and glimpses of dark shadows were at ease
so nights were for thinking
and days were for dreaming
no time to think about responsiblities

my anxious thoughts teased me
pills much less pleased me
but Lexa healed me
of insecurity

my smiles were still silent
amber eyes were vibrant
but still they were glazed with fatigue

silent tears flowed down my cheeks.

i did not speak
unless spoken to
i'd only laugh to go along with you
but the air flowing from my lungs held no tone
it was melancholy & weak
insides clenching my screams
i just wish that somehow you'd have known.

I am sitting at one of my favourite places,
The beach,
And above me a lamp blazes,
A cool breeze blows,
Past many silent faces,
I look up and see the moon,
Large and cream,
With a hint of orange,
I realise that the moon,
Is like my crush!,
She stands there like a boon,
I admire her beauty,
But I cannot make her mine....fully,
I see her,
But I cannot reach for her,
So close yet so far,
I try to embrace her,
But she is someone else's,
She was my dear,
And not getting her was my fear,
And she is there everyday,
From heaven a boon,
Beautiful as ever,
But I cannot get her,
Just like the moon.