Sadness came to me tonight
I said, nope, I'm not ready yet
So I put that sadness in a box
and that box under my bed.

Anger came to visit me next
I said, I'm definitely not ready for you
So I stuffed that anger in a bag
and it went under too.

I thought I was safe for the night
and then in came impending Doom
This one was a little bit stronger
so I had to lock it in it's own room.

So when I saw Pain walking up the street
I knew it was coming for me
I said, I guess it's time to accept defeat
So one by one, I set them all free.

I cried with Sadness
I screamed with Anger
I mourned with Doom
I whined with Pain

And then Happiness came
and I watched the others disappear.
We shared a happy life together
when I finally stopped living with Fear.


*mndi

Oh, what is this repeated feeling of giddy
That make me relentlessly jump for joy again?
When was the last time I became so unsteady?
A year since I said I won’t ever due to pain.

You know I can’t say no to a sweeter offer,
But oh man, this hefty decision is so tough.
Cupid’s arrow made you sought me with no cover;
Then again, I've told you my past was tragic rough.

Perhaps I've been concealed for a long time like wine,
So as to treasure my inner beauty much more;
Now you say that I’m perfectly better than fine,
Like moving to a forward in soccer that score.

But wait, are we both on our prescribed right timing
Or will this too end up like my past misfortunes?
Oh shucks, don’t catch me do this front of you: smiling
Why? I might melt by your alluring get-up tunes.

Oh, woe to the innocence this muse assembled,
For it has gone transparent, so clear you can see;
Who else can have this concealment get so shambled
Other than the he who is hidden by Fate to be?

So I still relentlessly go back to this quiz
I’m sure I couldn't answer to a clearer zoom;
For in anything except love I’m a ****,
Am I falling for you or falling to my doom?

Haunted town, forbidden dwellings
Somber roads and cloudy evenings
Spider webs, empty rooms
Dark spirits in ghosty tombs

Beautiful flower that in bloom
Tampered by the underworld
Asked me hardly in the doom
"Will you change this colorless world?"

Crunching sound beneath my feet,
The feeling of oneness with the dust,
From which I was made,
Every step brings me deeper into my past.

I see it now, the gift of life,
Sprouting from the depths of the earth,
From what we deem lifeless,
Life emerges, in all its fullness.

My toes run through the soft soil,
Each grain screams out a testimony of a million years,
Each stone would cry if they could,
Watching our world nearing its doom.

The fault in our world is not out there,
It is in here,
In the hearts of reckless, egoistic men,
The men who could not care less.

Soil, sand and peat,
Rocks, stones and clay,
All interspersed together,
Designed without fault.

The Creator is all-loving,
Designed us the way we are,
With complete freedom,
And maybe that’s where our flaw lies…

fires that flicker and dance to your beat
cast moving shadows of stumbling feet
in the dim contrast you've created
many children revel naked

uttering guttural
grunts and sighs

little palms reach
toward the skies

There are ways
To be ready for a death of the soul.
The way you'd write a will
Or take medication to ease the pain.
People to say goodbye to,
Loose ends to tie...
Granted,
It's a little trickier when you know your body will still go on
After you die.
When you know you'll have to leave it and then
Slam back inside
And handle all the damage done in your absence.
But
There are ways.
Silently I tie back my hair.
Pour myself a frosty glass of milk.
I hate milk.
Always have.
I drink the whole thing.
Milk makes it less painful when you get sick.
Whatever I hear from you tonight,
I know I have been terrified long enough,
And there is just no way
I'm gonna keep this food.
Too bad,
I muse,
Rinsing out my glass.
I did love my dinner.
I had hoped we wouldn't meet again.
In the mirror a girl with my face
Raises a debonair eyebrow.
I wish I was as good at brushing this off
As she is.
I remove my earrings.
I put on some comfortable clothes.
It is rather like hearing the warning on the radio
That a hurricane or tsunami is headed your way
And there's not enough time to leave,
Only to prepare.
I am piling sandbags.
I am sealing my windows and doors,
Retreating to the cellar of my soul.
I am
Mechanically,
Numbly
Doing everything I can to minimize the damage,
And prepare to pick up the pieces.
I wonder
What will be salvageable
This time
From the ruins.
I hope the advance notice
Has made a difference
Because the tension of
Waiting for the storm to hit
Just might stop my heart.

Pity is the worst comfort you can give anyone. They keep coming back for more. Addiction, like a drug
The truth is the worst lie you have ever heard. You don't want to accept it. Your in denial.
Evil is your lover. You say it offers you freedom. It only offers you a path to doom.