What a lie!
The thought of
a smile being a disguise
until I saw
the smile of mine
is hiding the dark creature
that lives inside my mind

oh, where is heaven?
where can it possibly be
is it in the clouds
or deep down in the sea
is it somewhere far
in the dry desert sand
or in the vast green plains
with nothing but open lands
can it be up in the clouds
where the birds fly high
or can it be found in the stars
on a cloudless night sky?

growing up i was taught
that the seas never end
the sky and stars will eventually fall
and into mountains, the plains will bend

the truth is, I've found heaven
on this hell-frozen world
i’ve learned that heaven
can take the form of one, beautiful girl
i get a glimpse of heaven
when i look deep into your eyes
i see the winged angels of paradise
shedding tears of happy cries
when i see your smile
my eternal life appears
leaving me with no worries
outgrowing my own fears
i hear the almighty himself
when i hear your divine laugh
for something so beautiful can
only be crafted on his behalf
a sight of heaven appears
when you cup my hand into yours
for your touch is softer then any
forcing my soul to leap and soar
i see the promised the land
when i see your stunning face
holding back my desire to stare
is where ill always see my place

so where is heaven?
where can it possibly be
the answer is simple
its when you’re next to me

Here i tell the story
of the beautiful Mary wood
a happy tale it is
a thought i wish i could
a sad story i tell
about life and death
this poem is not of happiness
but of one full of dread

she grew up in the city
a neighbor on each side
an abusive mother and drunk father
from her family she would hide
she loved to read and
alone time was a must
but she never knew what was
the true meaning of trust
always afraid
to make a friend
for her household bruises
were a constant trend
mary thought alone
she would ultimately spend her life
but how she hoped to be become
into such a charming, young wife

until the summer
of her eighth grade year
the day she met the boy
that removed all her fears
young they were
but immature they were not
catch fireflies they would
but it was true love they caught
the first time their lips met
mary was sixteen
she was young, tall and pretty
he was mighty, strong and lean
they fell in love on
a warm september night
for the first time in her life
mary thought everything would be alright
they talked about the future
they talked about their past
to be grown up they wished for
they didn’t care how fast

until a moment that halted
beautiful Mary’s life
a disease had struck her
preventing her from becoming a wife
her beauty drifted away
her sparkling eyes became dull
her humor was the last to go
oh, how she craved to change it all
she told her boy
that she’ll always be with him
to move on without her
she instructed in a tone of grim
and on that day
it would be Mary's last
and now the boy only looks of Ms. woods
as a girl in his past

I would hand-deliver my soul
on a silver platter
To the devil, himself
If that meant
I can keep you in my arms
Forever

Dried blood splattered
On the soldiers face
His heart starting to slow
To a normal, human pace
He hears the screams
See the cries
Looks to the heavens
And yells "why?"
Looks at his brothers
Fallen they all are
Their cries for god
Turns his blood into tar
Humans he's seen
In their rarest form
Looks at the enemy
Around him they swarm
Lay down his weapon
He is told to do
Something he was taught
To always refuse
He lets out a scream
knowing its his last
And pulls the trigger,
his final blast

I'm finding out
Growing up to be an adult
Is a lot like cooking
And boy, am I a horrible chef