She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~

We speak in future tense,
Dreaming of the land of cream,
Where pollution is white,
And we're employed to dream.

If tomorrow had shoulders,
The tendons would be adorned in tears,
From the weight of the expected,
The pushed back promises that are insincere.

We're asking tomorrow
To be the battle wound we've never had,
The battlefield overcome by green,
So we shut our eyes, and turn our backs.

I could cry you a river
And I’d drown in the tears.
Nothing but love,
For you my dear.
I’m better off dying
At a point like this.
Never say anything,
And I still get ******.
Wish me luck
Before I fall asleep.
I never woke up.
Life ain’t sweet.
Return once more ,
For a thought or two.
Never once thought,
What I never knew.
Help me find the words that I once said.
Sorrow in the thought,
For words in my head.
Name gone and forever lost.
The dreams I had,
I forgot for no cost.
Change isn’t anything,
But quarters and dimes.
Never forgetting lost times.
One, two, all the way to twelve.
Here are the memories from the books I Had to
Shelve.