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
It's OkayIt's okay to be sad.It's okay to be mad.It's okay to cry,To not have the strength to try.It's okay.Sometimes people just need toLet it all out,Scream and shout,And that's okay.Admitting something's wrongDoesn't take your strength away.Ask for helpIf you need it.Don't feel weakOr wrongJust because youAren't strongEnough to move mountains.Crying is good.If you didn't cryYou wouldJust bottle it upUntil you burst.You don't evenNeed a reasonWhy -Just have a good cry.Take a long bathAnd watch a movieThat makes you laugh.Bake a cakeJust for the sakeOf making something.Lay in bedAnd imagineUntil the bad thoughtsLeave your head.Just sit back and relax.Because it's okayTo not be okay,And to take a day(Or two)Just for you.
You're a Literal MiracleNext time you’re unhappy.Think about this.Remember that you are a walking,Breathing,Miracle.You are alive based on so many chances.So many different thing could’ve happened.And yet,You’re still here.Remember that,You are literally made of stardust.Matter that has been around,Since the beginning of time.Dreams and hopesAnd fears.Forged in the belly of distant stars.You have cosmos in your veins.And eyes that have stardust in them,That have seen the dawn and ending to galaxies.I know it’s easy to forget this,But it’s true.Everything about youAnd me and everything else around you.Is a miracle.So many perfect things had to come into place,For you to be standing here today.So smile sweet heart.Cause you are a beautiful phenomenonThat was created by miraculous chance.
Words Are Powerful ThingsYou’re so angryYou let words swarm up inside.Screaming to get out.They yell and shout.They sit there,And fester.Turning into horrid things that should never be even whispered,In the softest tone.You get so angryCause you’re so afraid.Like so many other peopleYou let your fear burst into rage.The monstrous words inside of youRefuse to remain in their cages.You let those words escape your lips,All of the sudden you feel like your words have killed someone.As you see their face.Words are suddenly bullets.They’ve pierced your victim’s heart.Fragments of a once pretty, friendship scatter on the floor.The pieces so broken, I doubt you could find all of the shards to make it whole again.There’s a slamming of a door.Whether that be real,Or just a metaphor.To say you’ve been locked out,Pushed away.From this once dear friend of yours.I hope one day.You’ll find better wordsTo form a key.So you can find your way back to them.
This is anxietyIt's the constant feeling of not quite rightand I don't know why I feel this way but it hurts(but not in ways that others can understand)and it's the tension in your chest, the rising waterthe aching muscles and the clenching in your coreThat never leavesIt's the headache that never quite fades,just hurts sometimes more than others.It's the constant need to move with your racing thoughts—to bounce or twitch orglance around the room every three seconds just to make sure you're not being watched, you're not being judgedIt's two a.m. and you're lyingfacedown on top of hot sheets, such an empty shellyou don't even have the energy to cry over how tired you arewondering if there's any way to turn your mind off,when you can't even remember what sleep feels like because it's been so longsince you really had a true rest.It's wandering through your days almostwalking into that door andnot catching half of what your teacher says because your eyes hurt
novelthere’s tea you still need to drink.you left it on the counter again, because you’realways forgetting where you put it.it’s probably cold by now, butit’s there for whenever you’re ready.here’s a blanket to lose yourself in.you don’t have to give it back.here’s another book i thinkwill make you cry if i ever find the courageto give it to you. i’ve underlined everyline that made me want to scream, that made mewant to rip out my hair and destroy everythingbeautiful about myself, that made me want todrive across a desert in the middle of the night,that made me fall in love with everything wonderfulthe universe has left to give me.i can’t find the words to tell you what it’s about.i guess it’s about growing up and finding lovebut it’s also about figuring out how to exist comfortablyand it’s about people who are good and people whoare not always good and the things they do and the worlds t
Black Hole Loveyou have taken everything i amyou have consumed all my energyyou have offered zero in returnand now i have nothing left to givethe end
Lovely SongThe caged bird sings solemlyTo ones who do not hearThe lovely song filled withHeart of soul and tears