Watch the sun...
Aptly, the hunger of love
Simply, a future in an eye's cunning?
Shapes of sharing's life, to come...

True to sleep...?
Here is a waiting few
Asked to wish, a future is seek...?
A stigmata in more than a day too soon...

Beginnings
Or, we found a sense of strength...
In the sate of promises, with endings
Of clashes, that becomes a due length...

Might, is this promise...?
Stay with our slumber, a conscience
To wake myself, or a friend?
Am I patience, or a preparing essence?

Home and heaven...
Why, am I is, when be is kind?
Prayer is any of a source of living, if
A hope ever can be, a lover's mind?

Predatory prayer:
With the moon
To be as, fine as silk, care
For me, when time comes too soon...

Treasure
In a drink of water?
Said, and applied we're
In the spare and sordid fate there

Sharing, the muse
Which, and to is...
The creation of succor, a wishes enthuse?
A weary eye, has us for bliss...

Quiet, little face...
In the name, of me
A waiting future, to place
A many interim, with anarchy

Have we a happy save?
For a rise of notion, in prayer
The force of a voice, that does share patience for what gave?
Just a mercy?, here is loves care...

Before she became a teen
she remained unseen
just another girl
lost in the world
now she’***** puberty
now everybody sees
now they stare
they pretend to care
now she’s found fame
same picture different frame
the unwanted attention
the objectification
not ready for this
not had her first kiss
but predators lurk
they hide in the woods
she clings to her innocence
but has stumbled into womanhood
now she bleeds like the rest
burdened by chest
she’s not ready for this
she’s not ready for this
her best friends dad
now gives her the eye
she wishes she had
the ability to lie
to pretend all is okay
that it’s meant to be this way
but she wants to turn back
but the facts are the facts
she’s no longer a girl
no more a child
it is what it is
she’s not ready for this
just leave her alone
she’s not ready for this..

Hello, you silky rat.
I know your type.
You see defenseless
and you take the easy way.

I am not going to stand by
I won't let it happen another time.
The bravery of those around me
Has inspired the the best I can be.

Let me know, and it will get personal.
Because certain people deserve a tour
Of the inside of their head.
Until their guts drag the sled

Of their rotting sad stomach
Sliding on the floor.

So stick to your guns
And don't let him say a word.
Projection haunting so many
Brave souls a plenty.

I once held
The cold embrace
Of a man much older then me
When I was very young.
Never again.

What if I'm wrong?
What if I'm on the wrong side?
What if they're right?
And they did nothing wrong?

Maybe I need more proof,
Maybe I need to let this go,
I want this to be a safe space,
I pray for a safe HP.

Is there a way we can have peace,
Where no one gets hurt anymore,
Is there a way we can have peace,
Without tearing apart HP?

To my dearest monsters,

  I hope this letter finds you on the brink of your doom, rotting away in your sinister cave. Because it's what evil like you deserves. To rot and woe, to know the pain of fading, before you fade away. Because your longevity is short lived, for most of you will die come first daylight.
  I hope you know, there is no home for you here. But if you try and build one, It will be burnt down. Every scrapped cinder and discarded log crushed to black dust. The substance of your soul, you're made of cinders, burning away at the human you once were. And if no one else will stand against you, know I will. Don't mess with fresh fire, lest you get burn away too.

                                                                                    Sincerely, I.