Dictionary poemA hairstreak butterflySo freeFlits upon a windWith gleeThe wind which comesThence the southInto a fieryMonster’s mouthBut do not judgeThis divine beastFor all his ownAre now deceasedAncient one uponWhich fucus growsSlowly march onPast a roseWith a beautyMore disturbingThan an incestualCourtingA petal fallsDrifting slowlyInto a pondOf water holyOf blue so deepAnd so clearAs if with aSmooth shellac shearThe ripples spreadSing and riseUp to the greatBlue open skiesUpon which youCan plainly seeA small hairstreakOnce again free
Arrogant Rose Arrogant RoseI think that I shall never see a rose lovelier than one like meThe others picked from the ground to counsel poor victim's cupid foundPick the petals, one, two, three, Tell me rose does he love me?A rose who sits broken in hand A rose without it's beauty grandA rose who cannot even cry A rose who now begins to dieA rose that I shall never be For not even God can pick grand me.
HauntingsHauntingsDemons hiding in the darkCircling their pentacle markBreeding darkness, breeding dreadAll around, all others deadUnstoppable force, from Hell's divideAll living left now run and hideUnseen malice in the nightAn evil grin so toothy whiteWith dripping fangs bared at your neckThe blood spreads on throughout the wreckThe cold envelopes pulling you to sleepShh, close your eyes, there's nothing to see
I don't know what to doI am so lostDon't know what to doI am so confusedHow do I fixThis problem I bring upon myselfAnd those dearest to meI'm lost between two worldsWith a wall in betweenDividing the peopleI care about mostIt's so hard to leap overthis wall every timeKnowing how much it hurtsto leave someone behindNot knowing if I'll be welcomed backwith open arms or a smile at allBut I can't leave anyone behindI'm trying my best to thin this divideThis leaping is painfulI'm ripping in twoMy confusion is growingAs my heartache does tooI am so lostI should just leave them aloneI am too exhaustedTo even go onI'll just crawl in myselfAnd wait till I'm gone
The Itsy Bitsy SpiderThe Itsy Bitsy SpiderTried to climb out the holeThen came the painAnd made poor spider fallThe darkness slowly ate himAnd rattled up his brainAnd the Itsy Bitsy SpiderTried to climb out againOne heave upwardPoor spider falls down twoHe's not getting out of hereNow what can he doThe darkness reaches for himTo drag him to his endAs the Itsy Bitsy SpiderTries to climb out againThe end keeps getting fartherPoor spider struggles onA brief moment of sunshineThen darkness comes alongWill spider ever get outOr has his hope all goneThe darkness latches onTo drag him to the dark bottomThe Itsy Bitsy SpiderTried to climb out the holeHopeless and in painAnd praying not to fallStruggling on upwardAnd sliding down a messThe Itsy Bitsy SpiderClimbs to find his happiness
Have you ever met someone?Have you ever met someoneWho felt just like homeWhere honesty is not a problemAnd your fears are all goneThey can always make you laughAlways make you smileYou aren't afraid of being weirdYou could just hold their hand awhileHave you ever met someoneWho could brighten your dayJust by looking at youJust by seeing their faceYou know how much of a messeachother areAnd you still see the bestOf who eachother areHave you ever met someoneThat you love to hold closeIts so hard to say goodbyeAnd you just can't let goThey may not be what you expectedBut they're all you want and moreOthers don't understand itThey don't see your's at the coreHave you ever met someoneWho was all of these thingsAnd when they hold you closeIt makes your heart singIf you haven't met someone yetI can't wait till you doIt is a magical worldAnd for me its come true
NightmaresThey always start the same. The dark. The closet. The shivering cold, stone floor. I hurt everywhere. Stabbing pains and an aching body grip me. A sliver of light slides through a crack in the door, and lights upon my dirty face. I reach a shaking hand and turn the knob.I’m met with a blinding flash of light that burns and sends me to the ground, my head on fire. A number of strange familiar voices call out to me. So many voices, I can’t make sense.“Worthless,”“Creepy,”“Sack of shit,”“It’s so pointless,”“Eww, get away from me!”Then a last voice rings out and brings me to my senses. “It’s time to teach you a lesson, Boy.” Shaking without a thought of why, and so dizzy I can’t see straight. The voices, they hate me. They won’t shut up.OUCH!I’m hit!I’m hit!I’m hit!Rocks,fists,a whip,a
I Hate snow I like snow. The boy thought as he watched it drift lazily down through the branches to land at his feet. It was a rare treasure to find anything he liked as he hated so much. But what could you expect of a boy who had only been shown hate. Why did everyone hate him? Spade didn’t really know. He just knew they did. The other grown-ups hated him because he never talked. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, he just didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything. The other kids hated him because he was different. He always wore black, his hair hung in his face, he was never happy or excited, he didn’t talk, and he was always alone. The teachers hated him because he would never participate or bring back the work they gave him. He could do it, but it was always taken from him and ripped up, sometimes shoved into his mouth before he was pushed into the dark basement.
Ace of the GameWhy am I Ace?For that is my nameWell that is becauseI’m the Ace of this gameWhat is this game?This cruel game of life!And through this cruel gameWe struggle and strifeClub emblems on shieldsAnd spades in our handsAll cloaked in blackWe fight through the landsWith diamond studded fingersAnd red hearts on sleevesThey scream red thoughts loudlyFor others to seeThe cards will be dealtThe players will moveThe chips will be stackedThe dice will be rolledThey spin the spinnerAnd now you move fourThe timer counts downAs they tally the scoreThen comes the last roundThe last move, final playI’ll make my bets knownAce of spades I will layThrow my card without fearAnd let fate decideIf I win or I loseAnd what price is impliedDeath’s the final gambleThe last round of the gameAnd when I lay my card downI’ll choose how I take aimIn a field of paper flowersPiled up to my kneesFilled with words left unsaidOnes that may just give peaceMy fa
You are EverythingYou are amazing.You are the smiling face,That gave that kidBetter hope for this place.You are the helping hand,Even if you didn’t know it,That helped everything turn outBetter than planned.You are the voiceThat helped someoneMake a vital choice.You are the jokeThat made them laughAnd gave them that strokeOf happiness that they needed.You are the bright eyesThat light the way,A lantern of hopeThrough the fog of lies.You are their push towardsTheir positive afterwards.And you are far from worthless.You,To someone,Are the most important personIn the world.We are all charactersIn someone else’s story.That pivotal point,That pushes them from misery,And leads them to their glory.
.i have lovedunafraid;i have dancedto the music of torturei can forget the rest
I Will Love MyselfSilence was at my doorstep.Rain fell from the storms of my eyesand hit the cold earth of my cheeks.Sunlight fell down my facein gentle waves.And blood tinted lipssmiled only slightly.The gentle springthat bloomed inside my chesthad begun to growand flourishand replace the winterwhose frost had held tightlyonto my heart.Silence was welcome.Tears were shed in joy.Sunlight was here to warmand blood to live.This was it.I had made it.I know who I am.
Eat Something, PleaseIt's your fault, you know.It's you who's spewing your guts into the toilet,like powdery snow.Every day you hit the bathroom floor,grasp the porcelain rims,and your vomit echo through the door.I hate it! I hate it, more than anything in the world.I wish you could just tape your mouth shut,and your noises I could ignore.It's all about you, and the agony you've been through,but through your selfishness and saliva,I hope you realize I suffer too.I stay by your side when you treat me like crap.When you scream at me and yell,I've always had your back.How I wish I could purge when life gets too tough,I wish I could be weak like you,but my strength is just too much.How wonderful it would be, if you could take my place,and when you saw your broken form,then you would see the pathetic look on your face.But “plop, plop, plop” your vomit continues to roar,and through the repetitive screech,how I wish I could slam the door.I wish I had the strength to leave your
I Won't Let You Become Like MeI saw you fall to the floor.Because you couldn’t take this anymore.You laid there and said to me,Through tears that fell from your eyes,“Who cares if I were to die?”Reminding me of those hundreds of times,I’ve seen people bend and break.I’ve gotten so used to smiles that are nothing more than fake.I remembered standing by silently,Watching everyone collapse around me.Seeing bottles scattered around,Broken glass covered the ground.And I wondered to myself,“Is he ever going to get better?”And I watched you as you died,Slowly tearing yourself apart from the inside.Memories are still flickering,Behind my eyes.I suddenly remember my own cries,For someone to save me.Because I was so close to falling,That the abyss seemed more inviting,Than trying to hang on for a moment longer.Because my arms were too tired,To hold on.I am back in reality,Watching you fade away.And I see myself,And the countless other people I’ve wit
i'm cold, could you pass me a blanket?my kindergarten teachertold me there were flowers in my soul.too bad it's always autumn;dead inside of me.the garden is a crumbled heap,and my heart suffocatesbeneath the leaves.
Lovely SongThe caged bird sings solemlyTo ones who do not hearThe lovely song filled withHeart of soul and tears