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
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,And yet you lie awake.Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,And genuinely fear for your safety?Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,Be it my pride or dignity.You may throw insults at me,And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.You may belittle me, as much as you want,If only to make your meager life worth living.---But even if you do all that...---No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place..."Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-believing shecould only hurtanyone who gottoo close,forgetting thatinside,she held whatpeople neededmost.
i'd haunt you if you'd like.my hands are paralyzed and you're waiting for me to touch your face,but that doesn't really matter because i'd rather touch your souland if you close your eyes long enough i'll read you poetry as we lay atop the monkeybarsin this old and rusted parkyou can pretend to know the constellations and point them out to me and i'll tell you they're all beautiful, but nothing compared to youif i'm lucky you'll blush and laugh at me,tell me i say the dumbest things but deep down it'll register in your soul just how much i love youand i know they say you can only save yourself, but darling i swear if you'll just have the slightest bit of faith i'll save the fuck out of you or i'll destroy myself trying,because i honestly can't think of any other purpose for my lifeor what smidge of it i've been able to hold on to.
Hopeful HeartThe sky is pitch blackAnd so is my heartAfter all the painI went throughAfter all the effortFor a lost causeSo I look upLooking for a starA ray of lightTo guide me awayAway from this darkness inside my heart
You have to know pain to....Sometimes you have to fall apart.You have to bleed out,In order to have the courage to shout.Against the darkness.You have to know what it's like,To feel disconnected,Separated.From reality.To be best friends with your anxiety,Because it's the only thing to keep you company.Because you've never felt so lonely.Even though you're surrounded in a sea of noise,Which drowns out your voice.As you choke,On society's nooseYou're afraid to cut it loose.Because you don't know what others will think of you.You have to know depression.You have to know what it's like to be alone.You have to know what it's like to be silenced.In order to appreciate breathing,And to fall in love with colors.After being blind,For all of that time.And only being able to see memories,On rewind.In order to appreciate a person's presence.And the feeling,Of content.When you finally find a friend.Who will stick with you until the end.And not judge you for your scars.But loves who you are.In
Lovely SongThe caged bird sings solemlyTo ones who do not hearThe lovely song filled withHeart of soul and tears