When I look at all of their accomplishments
I see me
I see the potential I could be
The time inside therein intertwined
Most strenuously
And yet
I know my motives are not pure
And so I wait
For calling to be
On a shelf because
Selfishness will not endure
But a calling will last for forever

a downpour
the season in which I was born,
baby shower- we made a pond,
now let's insert a pun...
oh wait, it's already done
but it was a bad one

i guess i'm still wet behind the ears..
oh **** another one, slip of the tongue, and i'm all washed up from the stress

it's absurd but i'm drowning in the rain- a bad metaphor for negative over thinking maybe.
though by the way i have a paper heart and i'm stuck in the rain, won't anyone save me? guess not

i'll get high with my words just to fill a hole of emptiness brought by confusion and doubt, to blur out noises from outside with noises from the inside, a distraction through a mute facade of confidence and an assurance to myself that i am okay.

it's convoluted i know; from making puns to emotional grunts, it doesn't make sense- i don't make sense

as a child i had a sense of before
i only a tenant in this world

i dreamt, i remembered
a place of light and freedom
of flying weightless
without a care
recurring reveries
of changeless drifting

but as i got older
my astral excursions
turned to thin air
much to hearts despair
i fell weighted to this terrestrial sphere
by thickened accumulations
of hard niches and obscurations
a delicate spark burdened
by sheaths of gnawing reason
engulfed in brutish struggle

at times
i obsessed
aching to go
back from where i came
maybe stepping in front of a speeding car
desperate to get home
where the dead
live it up

cadaverous child
a strewn tangle of little limbs
broken
on a country highway
who made a hard sacrifice
for a bigger life
where the very sensation of existence
was a floating ecstasy
like an atomized cloud puff

where the dead
are not dead at all
but enchanted children
living
with faces like suns
on the other-side of the looking glass
feet to the stars
in the arms of heaven

In reality you’re just and ugly beast,
without exception on eating immensely feast.
You’re ugly, You’re fat, you don’t have big breast.
you’re so different,you’re so displeasing,
I prayed for your demise and other people atleast.

I saw you crying every moment,
I grinned watching you’re every movement,
Hoping for your permanent judgement,
waiting for you to loose your confident.
I want you to experience such load of lament
you don’t belong here, since you’re different.
Aren’t you tired of the bully,
Who attacks you violently?
Do you want to experience the life,
of grief frequently?
Do you hope for a death abusely?
carefully, you should live normally.
but you’re accusing us dangerously
So we will never stop being a bully.

Reading the Daily Poems,
Each and every day,
Watching for the good ones,
To see what they would say,

Sometimes they were happy,
Sometimes they were sad,
Mostly love and human life,
And some were downright mad,

Checking settings in preference,
I ticked each and every box,
Email account cross-reference,
To see if they were lost,

Never seem to see them,
Might never have been sent,
Daily Poems enjoyment,
Missed with sad lament,

Hello Poetry the poetry site,
I see you're still alive,
Can you please send the Dailies soon,
I'll wait for them to arrive.

I look up to the sky to seek comfort from the star’s
There light glistening in my cold dead eyes
My body used, but unloved
My Vows abused, and the temple tainted.
I am forever alone, until my undoing.
Those who seek from me what was cursed upon me,
so painfully, wrongfully and unjust.
First was the sharp pain of the cracking of my face,
And the bloating of my tongue.
Next came the brutal hardening of my eyes,
and the elongation of my teeth.
It felt like eternity,
the never-ending screams that would bellow out of me.
And when I thought it was over,
the agonizing snakes pierced from my skull in a ****** mess of flesh and teeth.
The serpents upon my head grant me no company,
for they hiss and they shake and they fight.
When I lay my head at night it’s as if I have a front row seat to an unending feud.
My tears are lost dreams for no man to drink
My lady has forsaken me, ****** me, Exiled me with an ungodly face.
Many have come to gaze upon me, to laugh, to point, to be cruel.
My only defense is a gaze so cold it turns any onlooker to stone
My garden grows, of stone figures
The unwise, and the foolish.
Monster they call me.
They have no idea of the cruelty I have endured.
The loneliness, the pain, the suffering.
I sit alone and scream, I sit alone a snake.
I sit alone in this unforgiving place.
I see a place of Beauty where children’s laughter fills the air.
I see poppies and streams and pink skies.
But when I awake I realize it was all but a dream
And I sink back into my hole of misery and despair.
Snowflakes glisten as I hold them in my hands
but shortly fade away as like my hopes and dreams.
I am forever tormented by the things I can never have.
Locked away was my virtue, now locked away is my joy.
My womb tainted by momentary pleasures
A disease growing inside of me planted there without consent.
Hello, again star’s, my only friends.
Your silver shine is the only glow that warms my heart.
I lay beneath your dazzling gaze,
I am yours and I pray we never part.