The bud feels a nip,
tender,soft, by naughty mist's
creeping fingers of desire,
defying the diktat
of  the  morning sun.
The flower within
folded under a cover
bustling to come out,
refuses to remain coy and inert.
She is unabashedly eager
for more intimate touches
by the swirling playful mist
that seems to have
a hundred fingers.
Each touch has
made her bold,
expectant, she blushes.
Quickly awakened
from slumber, she'll
wait till evening light,
fades in the garden,
when her eager lover
will again make waves,
in the air, drawing  
forms with smoky vapor.
Moving mist will tickle her
till the morning light
that has a keen eye
on this child of rose bush
in his care,
drives the amorous mist afar.

When I was little, every Sunday I’d go to Church
I was a child drunk off of fairy tales and day dreams
And I loved the idea that we could go to heaven when we died
And the pastor looked me in the eyes and said
"God is with you."
And like any 5 year old would, I believed him

My family bowed our heads and prayed before every meal
But halfway through dinner they’d start yelling
And I remembered what the pastor told me
So I covered my ears and asked God to make it stop
But I felt all alone
And that’s why I’m an atheist

At school the kids would pick on me
I didn’t understand why they didn’t want me as a friend
And I prayed to God that they’d stop
But I also prayed for them too
Because I was a good Christian
And good Christians love their enemies
But nothing changed
And that’s why I’m an atheist

I remember the first time my mom hit me
One time during a fight
She told me I was stupid and worthless
And after a while I started believing what she said
I started to wonder
How could someone so hateful
Call them self a Christian?
And that’s why I’m an atheist

I prayed that God would make me beautiful
Because I wasn’t skinny
And I knew I wasn't good enough for that boy I liked
But every time I looked in the mirror, I felt the same
So I stopped kneeling in prayer
And started kneeling in front of the toilet
And that’s why I’m an atheist

I haven’t prayed in 5 years now
I have only one request of God if he exists
That he end the pain right now
But nothing happens
So once again, I will have to do things on my own
And standing so close to the edge
I think about how I used to love the idea of life after death
But now I’m obsessed with the thought that when I do
They’ll be nothing coming after
And I can have eternal sleep
And that’s why I’m an atheist

I believe in love but it only leads to disappointment.
For you are the reason my wrist are all ******.
And I know you don't care.
What a thought?
Someone you care about not caring for you.
So when I die make a movie of my life.
Make it black and white and silent like me and all my emotions.
And at the end put a simple Fin.

When you stop to think about it,
Being suicidal is kind of pointless.
I mean,
The razor nine times out of ten won't **** you.
And if it doesn't,
You're left with these ugly scars on your body
Forever.

Pills?
You can have your stomach pumped clean of those.
Then you puke, and you puke, and you puke.
It's just making your already
What you call "horrible life"
More miserable.
For a while, if not
Forever.

Guns are awfully painful,
Don't you think?
And there are flaws with this too.
If your aim isn't the best
(And God knows when you're in that state of mind
It won't be)
You miss the target,
Leaving you permanently injured
And sick
Forever.

Hanging is ******* the neck,
But it's even harder on the brain.
It is only a matter of time before
Someone finds your body limp,
But not dead.
It may be difficult to restore oxygen flow
And you could be left brain dead
Forever.

Acids ****.
But they also attack your throat
Leaving it burning and stinging
With damage that could last
(You guessed it)
Forever.

Essentially, things happen.
People change.
Mistakes are made.
But nothing is worth altering
And destroying
Your life
Forever.