They sit until stirred through the air by stomping feet,
their beauty left behind in an abundance of forgotten fate,
dirtied by the bottoms of soles whom drift with paltry paths.
Have they any recognition for their once grandeur existance,
or the visually vibrant ambiance they had to relinquish?
They go disregarded by many whom hold the same discouraging weight,
their fractured features left by the taughting aura of the feet,
mistaken for nothing but miniscule fragments of the world.
People try to propogate some sort of prominent impact,
and end up forgetting that everyone leaves.

I've felt sad before
But not like this
And I'm sorry for sounding so desperate
Its just that we've tried so hard for this
We fought for this for months
Please stay
Your mother said you were overwhelmed
I understand that
But I didn't understand how I could overwhelm you when you only reserved me one day a week at most
Please stay
I keep apologizing
Because I know I am a burning flame
And I tend to ignite everything in my path
Which often tends to be you
I keep begging you to
Stay, stay, stay
When it used to be you telling me that
It used to be you that would plead at my feet
You prayed to a god you didn't even believe in
You prayed that I would remain forever
But now you are packing your belongings
You are taking your old sweaters you gave me
You gave back the journal
Please stay
Ask me why there's a knife hidden on top of my dresser
Kiss my scars baby
Tell me you don't want me to be anyone else's mess
Say "I want you to be mine always"
Please stay
I can't stand the thought of you leaving
The blood in my veins is being ****** out through a straw
And you seem to be the one with pursed lips at the other end
You used to inhale the sweet parts of me
And exhale the bad
Please stay
Because this place I've come to is dreary
Full of monsters that knock at the door
Begging me to let them in
I've let in a few lately
As you can see they are taughting me
And bashing out my windows
Opening my rib cage
And tearing my insides to shreds
However I am still begging you
Please stay

Thoughts

The little girl has thoughts to ponder
At the close of another day
Troubled thoughts of highs and lows
Old thoughts webbed with decay

Some thoughts are ones profound-
Hard to understand and cope
Others... foggy, hazy thoughts...
Thick as if viewed through suds of soap

Troubling thoughts are now colorless-
Dwindling in the mind as she plays
These taughting thoughts tease no more
For Christ's spirit bids them away beyond the door of reality !

I don't know much about death
Except that it takes your loved ones
It is a big question mark
Taughting me
Constantly

I think
Our brains
Simply can't
Comprehend
That they one day
We won't be there

I don't know much about death
But I know
For some it might be loud
A gunshot the last sound they here
And for some it might be quiet
Alone in world with their last tear

I don't know much about death
But I know
For some it might be at age 6
A very tragic thing indeed
And for some at age 90
Holding the hands of their children
Maybe just as tragic

I don't know much about death
But with great sadness I know
That while some stay until they can't anymore
Some want to go

Death
Holds suspense, grief, and longing
In the palm of his hand
And he boasts it