Wherever you go,
I will trail.
Tread lightly..
I can smell your musk.

When you turn,
A shadow is all you'll see.

I walk with the night,
You are in death's sight.
May you die.
In Agony.

Could I love you more than I
love my self, I have a glass ceiling
not to look at my lover, but to
look at my self when I pleasure
with hand I look up at my self.

Could you love me more than
I do my self, you have tried to
break the chain, saying I'm
self absorbed with my self, but
your just jealous because I look
better than you in body and face.

I am all alone, no friends to call
my own, I lost my woman through
her jealousy of me loving my self, I
look in the mirrors around the house
and I think am I vain, self absorbed,
then I kiss the mirror and think good
I'm beautiful I only need me as I love myself...

There are nights
When all I want
Is what I most desire.

Is it okay to spend
Countless evenings
Thinking
Wishing
Planning
Needing
To make people
Feel
Something?

But most of all
I now realize
The world could do
Without my hopeless
Romanticism
Inspiration
Words
Meaningless nothing's.

Is it okay
That I now realize
All this
Has been
In vain?

All I want is
To make myself feel
So much.

I just need to fill this space.

-a.b.

If you waited long,
And your waiting was in vain
Will you wait again?

A child went missing years before
ever unsure he dared not feel
even prayed it all would go away
and now awakens afraid it will

Gazing back burdened by regret
seeing at last he’d been blind
although many had let him down
hadn’t he repaid each in kind

An angry child cries out in vain
a weary old man softly sighs
pondering fate questioning why
so few live yet everyone dies

Too quickly still another day falls
asleep within the setting sun
and as one day none will remain
why then waste a single one

She would
Carefully apply her makeup
Everyday.
Do her best to look good.

People would say she was vain.

But the truth was,
She wasn't.

Neither was she trying to
Be pretty and popular.
Neither was she trying
To attract the jocks.

She wanted
To be noticed
By the loner, the nerd,
Whose face
Was buried in his books.

What is wrong?
You don't sing the normal song.
Your tune is so off,
the words all seem so wrong.
You're losing your mind?
You're falling apart?
This can't be out of the blue.
Just when did this start?
What don't you understand?
I can't help, if I don't know.
                                                           ­           What is wrong?
                                                          ­                      I'm trying to explain,
                                                        ­                   and I don't know why,
                                                            ­           but I feel so very vain,
                                                           ­                what was the song,
                                                           ­            I used to sing?
                                                           ­             I'm trying so hard.
                                                           ­            I'm on shattered glass.
                                                          ­          I'm holding these rocks,
                                                          ­       no, boulders of the past.
                                                           ­       I cry out to you,
                                                            ­    but what could you do?
                                                             ­       I'm so scared.
                                                         ­               I'm not strong.
What is wrong?
Please tell me what's wrong?
Why are you scared?
I know, you're not strong.
I don't know how to save you.
I'm no hero, you know.
I'm trying so hard to help you,
but I'm stuck in the front row.
We all love you,
just please,
tell us just what is it you need?
So that we can help you,
and heal as you bleed.
                                                          ­ What is wrong?
                                                          ­     I've changed.
                                                        ­          I'm running from my life.
                                                           ­                I've lost that 'optimistic' me.
                                                             ­           Now who am I left to be?
                                                        Have I fallen like an angel?
                                                          ­           Or am I still on earth?
                                                          ­              Why is pain so painful?
                                                        ­                   Just when did I disperse?
                                                       ­                 Where am I,
                                                              ­        if i'm not here?
                                                            Somehow I just disappear?
                                                      ­            I'm unstable.
                                                       ­                  Save me.
                                                             ­   Save me.
                                                             ­        Save me.
                                                             ­         I plead.
                                                          ­    Tell me the answer I really need.
What    is    wrong-                                      with me?

I’m a Victorian doll
with my hair in curls
I will make you
turn and stare
wearing a dress
colored royal blue
embroidered with
diamonds and pearls
look at me
look at me
one and all come and see
the most beautiful doll
in the world
the wonderful beautiful me