Playing around didn’t care how
we looked and wouldn’t get
embarrassed for what we did

When we injure ourselves we
got a Band-Aid on the spot
were it hurt and we thought it helped
and miraculous the pain was gone

Then we grew up
We don’t play around and if
we did we would get judged by others

When we get hurt a Band-Aid
can’t help the pain go away.
'Cause a Band-Aid can’t fix a broken heart

*Right?

you say you
wish to protect me
from the wolves
circling
around me,

but your words
are the things
that bite
like a canine's teeth.

so let me lie
with the wolves,
and let their fur
protect me
from the chill
of your heart.

She picks up a pen,
a whirlwind of words fly around her head.
Her stories are written but not really read, as she plants her special words in her book.
She pulls her little book closer, as people are wondering why, she sits there and scribbles every day and every night.
Her throat swells and her anxiety kicks in, as worry pumps around her within.
She wonders what they'll think, is she weird? But she continues her poems with everything unknown.

Have you ever been so happy with someone?
But you hid it from your family
And one day they finally find out
After all the things with that person is over
But your family won’t drop it
And continuously bring it up
As if you did something wrong.
And stress overtakes you
And you just wanna run away…
To that person..
Because that person,
Was the only happiness in your life
But you know you can’t run to them
And you can’t run away
So you’re stuck home with your family judging you
And you cry every night.

My shadow is caste out far.
It does not see my stars.
I wish it could say how I feel,
That would make one of us feel real.
Although I remind my self of my existence,
Through the pain, and the staring glance
Of passers by who should mind their business
My heart feels hollow like a grave in the process
Of being dug out,
And death lies all around and all about.

So it was all in my hands,
when i had to crash it without making sense.
she saw the whole thing then decided to snap!!!
saying all ******* she could say with no glance.

i thought she would understand,
but man, i was wrong, dreams written on a sand.
a little bit stupid, because seawater can flash it away.
with a mind so small, but problems big as an Elephant.

she knows my name, had to write it backwards.
aimed for the lips but kissed her nose, now that's awkward.
in front of a computer screen feeling sorry for myself.
okay ,so  you are an author WILL? SO WHAT NOW?

well, a piece with seven stanzas, but countless meanings.
her words so pure, to others they make countless beatings.
So she ran out of words a long time ago,
now it's me holding my head, facing the ceiling.  

but don't you think if love was around,
you would always have something to say to each other?
even in dark days, started as brown,
you would always have that warm shoulder for one another.

"i don't have anything to say to you"
oh really,? you have a lot to say,
you just don't know where to begin,to make it a game.
now that's the truth.

Now what happens if you're screaming ,
but can't be heard?
eyes red, trying figuratively to paint your words.....
forget it!!!!!!!!!!!!
but you know what they say,
through pain that's how we learn..........
                                                                   Elitaro

Sometimes people
                                   don't know how to take,
                                                                ­           the works of art that I create.
            
I don't understand
                                  how knowing who I am
                                                                ­           causes the problems at hand.

They think that I am
                                    living in a dream,
                                                              bu­t  there's truth behind what I say,

AND how they make me seem.
                                    I can still say to the whole world
                                                           ­       I know the meaning of C.R.E.A.M.

But cash rules nothing in my world,
                                     I care less for the dollars
                                                                ­   And all about the DREAM

But I wouldn't mind the paper
                                and I am flattered by the follows
                                                       Because not even evil is all that it seems.