Do not buy me roses.
Roses are beautiful,
but the last time
someone gave me roses,
was at a funeral.
Do not buy me roses
of any color -
red,
pink,
or yellow.
My grandmother
gave me pink roses
at her funeral.
My dear cousin
gave me red roses
at his funeral.
Do not buy me a rose
because I will punch you in the nose.

the night is so dark
the darkness, it consumes me
the night is so dark

You fell like the leaves,
And wanted to see me hurt,
Exactly like you did.

You'd go to their parties in your best clothes,
you'd tell them secrets to better portray how you wanted
to be consumed; how you wanted to be seen in
the right light of entwined, callous mouths.

Though years passed and the canteen hall
smelled of stale jokes and worn-out references
your group stuck together by a conformed
sense of security and a scared mixture of secrets.

The bell rung hollow one last time as your
group disbanded into grey, lifeless figures.
The adults around you knew them as temporary
indulgences. You called them something warmer.

although the voices in my head may not be real
               i still listen to what they say , and even feel what they feel
                  so if you too had dreamt what iv'e dreamed
          It would all be surreal
                  but its a nightmare, which derives from memories
                                     life is what you make it
                                we all have similar tendencies
           its simple mathematics
                   you start with parenthesis, experience the exponents
                      and multiply the time wasted, divide that by zero
                                and your in the same situation
                      it a numbers game in addition to the subtraction
          Numbers
                are the only thing go on forever, its a LimitLess attraction

You occupy my mind
In all my idle time
Leave no corner
No nook, no crevice
Untouched
You run around
And around
You run
Chasing away all else
In my mind
In my mind

-D.D.