Those who on negativity do dwell;
Who fail to recognise the positive,
Are those whom without we could all do well,
To whom our precious time we should not give.
For 'tis rare they have any good to say
About anyone, indeed anything.
Just ask yourself at the end of the day
What exactly to your life do they bring?
Have we not got enough with which to cope
Without their constant negativity?
To leave them behind is our only hope
Before like them we all turn out to be.
How much happier lives we all could live
If we focused more on the positive.

Sometimes when I stare into mirrors,
I see an array of illusions.
I have a hard time knowing if they're truths,
Or if they are delusions.

For example, sometimes I look and see gross skin,
But then someone will tell me I'm glowing.
I'll look into the glass and see nothing worthwhile,
Because my fat neck is showing.

Other times I will feel attractive,
As I stare into my own brown eyes,
Which I convince myself smolder,
Mocha orbs that are wise.

But then someone will point out a pimple,
And tell me I don't look that great.
I am starting to think illusions
Are all that make up my face.

You saw your chance and you took it,
Your already cold body colliding with the soft metal of the bus.
It bent beneath you,
It’s particles moving to create a coffin for your lifeless body.
The day your heart stopped is not the day you died,
You died the day your feelings turned blue, and your skin pale,
The day you cast off the world, and the people that belong with you.
We all noticed the difference, the feeling less stare, the limp hugs.
But we didn’t act fast enough, by the time we noticed,
The light in your eyes had already gone out,
The blue that was once so clear and icy, had become melted and glittery,
With the tears you drowned your interest for life in.

Our generation is the most broken because our minds are clearer, and brighter. We think in a more realistic manner, and since the world before us is a ruin we are broken by our open eyes.

I always think of her at night, the loneliness has time to spread from my heart to my brain to tell it what I miss and who I need.

Energy is all around you, and with in you. Some people need to put a name on this energy. These names have often brought about negative energy and been topic of heated debate. That is the power of people.

I feel my outsides crack.
"Please-" I beg. "I take it back."
A set of white teeth glisten.
Bad words, mad words, I still listen.

With your fingers you paint me purple and blue.
Each spot a slightly different hue.
Then in front of others I wear a mask.
"I'm clumsy" - I tell those who ask.

You are all bark- yet you bite.
I shiver in fright.

You tell me I'm small.
What am I to you, a nut?
Mr. Nutcracker.

if this is how it's supposed to be        
then i have no regrets                    
i live my life the only way i know        
collecting tears, blood and sorrow        
into a glass jar                          
my wings are small but grow every day                                        
the more i die inside the bigger          
my wings spread                            
i am ready                                
i am not afraid                          
i am an angel i am a monster              
forever i will live                        
before my eyes
you will all die