I am walking on ice
Towards you
You taunt me
I catch a glimpse of you
A gleam of color
Through a whirlwind of snow
And I am oh so eager
To catch up to you
So I run forward
Though my fingers are blue
And my legs are oh
So tired
I can feel the ice cracking under my feet
I know I should stop
Quit chasing
After an elusive figure
In the snow
Even if you might be all I want
All I think I want
But I can't stop now
The ice behind me
Begins to break off
Drifting into the endless dark sea
That I am so afraid will consume me
So I keep walking on ice
Hoping you're my igloo
Though you might just be
The frigid water below

i knew he was gonna ruin me
like a natural disaster but i was
feeling a little bit dangerous that day
and the glint in his eyes made
me want him that much more

Frantically tug
Deconstruct
The tracks
Prevent progress
Of the most
Volatile transport.

l.v.s

A daily riddle
Has come to mind
Where abstract words
Break an abstract mind
And things once healed
Fall apart
After the moon hits that mark
Thoughts are runny
Dilapidated ears hear harsh lullabies
But no baby cries
Just you and I
Cries fit for the night
The dubious night
The doubtful night
The dangerous night
Our night

The Usurper King
Had trouble sleeping.
He knew just how many
Criminals he was keeping;
Salaried and dedicated
To robbing the populace
And using very ineffective
And obvious kinds of artifice.

The Usurper King
Remembered what he did
To take the throne away
From the duly chosen kid
And he saw what he had
Been doing all the while.
It built up every day
And came out at night as bile.

The Usurper King
Spewed out, far and near;
Those who ****** him off
And those he held dear.
He covered his reign
With his nocturnal emissions
And gave his poor people
Scary, frightening visions.

The Usurper King
Only ever had one need
And that was the deep itch
Caused by excessive greed.
He had no class, no bearing,
He talked like a ignorant ****,
And soon the people wished
He would be squashed like bug.

Dumpatrump
All the Trumps
Make them live
At the city dump.
Take their money
Every single clump.
Get rid of that
Ugly orange ****.

Now we all know for sure
What greed sounds like when it talks.
We have no more doubt
We know how it looks when it walks.
But some people still need
More lessons in crooked politics.
They need more time
Being beaten by the Trump Stick.

Most of us only need
To mash our head against bricks
For a couple of times
Before the lesson finally sticks.
But Trump followers need
To be knocked totally unconscious
Or something harsher until
They take their functions serious.

Dumpatrump
All the Trumps
Make them live
At the city dump.
Take their money
Every single clump.
Get rid of that
Ugly orange ****.

So many fools involved
And so much money and power
They make the world worse
With each hour by scary hour.
It sometimes seems as if
They think we don’t see them.
Unfortunately, some don’t.
I sure don’t want to be them.

The selectively stupid
And the carefully politically blind
Are driving this country down.
And by saying that, I’m being kind.
The average person is weak
In the head if not in the back.
It is going to take miracles
To get our injured country back.

Dumpatrump
All the Trumps
Make them live
At the city dump.
Take their money
Every single clump.
Get rid of that
Ugly orange ****.

She grew thorns...
Not to lure him in
        with deception
But to keep him out
        who was deception
For as beautiful as she was,
She was dangerous within
Her petals holding secrets
No world could bear...
She grew thorns
All to protect
Her fragile heart
From unleashing
Her sins...