You might not
be a star
it's enough
if you like yourself
as you are

The angel
Draws the Glock
With a swift flick of motion
Pulls the trigger—
A bullet rips through your core~
As it strikes
The truth unveils
The show begins.
You kick and slam,
But the enigmatic door remains~
You gave it your all,
Concluding the telecast,
Your white sore in a red hole—
Rot, maggots, and gore.
A true crucifixion of your soul.

~Burning in vengeance~

Now you face the mind~
A chasm carved by arrogance.
And now,
I become the angel—
Trigger poised in suspense.

Its confirmed
My depression is real
Not self diagnosed
But clinically
I hope to get better
While I'm writing to you,
But I can't
Because I have the flu

You walk backwards from the setting sun,
barefoot in the fading gold,
watching light dissolve to dusk,
no secrets left untold.

The evening wind plays with your hair,
soft as whispers never said.
I watch you moving through the light,
with every step I too tread.

The golden glow clings to your skin,
paints you in its embered hue,
a fleeting masterpiece of fire,
Your beauty bathed in red-shifting blue.

I love you in this quiet hour,
when day and night stand hand in hand.
As you walk backwards from the light,
And I watch you from where I stand.

I can feel the wind
The scent of the wild
Hands turn into paws
Teeth into fangs
Growing an animal nose
Fur bristling on my back
I run as fast as I can
Sprinting past the lake
I'm finally who I want to be
But I yowl in pain as I transform back
Back into a human
The worst animal to transform into
Change me back
Permanantly

I tried suicide
Mom didn't like it that much
I'm better off dead

They have been waiting
since knee high
for romance -
even before they knew
what it was about

waiting to be cared for
and attended to,
danced and romanced
moonlit evenings year long,
little surprise presents
flowers sprinkled with jewelry

it never ends
whispers of love
always so gently

it is all so beautiful
truly a wonderful notion

I just can't bring myself to spoil it.

i had a dream last night
that i killed myself

i drank a poison
i gulped it down
so it would burn and melt away
the gnawing depression in my stomach

i asked my friends
if they knew
a place for me to die
quiet and in solitude

and i found myself
surrounded by wailing voices, terrified faces
and a grief
so sharp and acrid
it rivaled that of the poison in my stomach