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
Dear Universe,Can you tell 16 year old me that I'm 20 now and I made it out alive. She won't know what you're talking about, but at least she'll know it's possible.
What do you believe in?Do you believe in God .I do. If you dont believe in God believe in yourself and love. Love can heal many wounds. Do you believe in hell. To me it is a state of mind but evil does exist . Do you believe in heaven. I do. We all shine on like the beautiful stars . The question is what did you do with your life?Did you make a difference to someone. Money cant buy love but love can move mountains. Do you have faith in anything. Have faith in the power within your heart. Do you have hope? Hope for peace. Hope for a better world. I am a dreamer but I am unique. Think life is short friends . I i will live it each moment every second with awe and love. Love is the most powerful weapon use it with wisdom. Love with a honest heart and courage. Peace brothers and sisters. We are all a human family.
WeakSatan preys on the weakest of us.He plagues the minds of the broken.We who are torn in twoThat is who he plunges his fangs into.
I Tried, DammitYou werethe right piecefor an old puzzleand I broke youtrying to fit youin a new one.My knuckles are bleedingand I'm screamingat the top of mybattered lungsbut you're hemophobicand too deaf to hear me.
Sometimes Dead Girls Forget What Stars Look LikeThose nights insomnia catches up to me,I imagine what the sky must look like and I count the starsand I think, maybe they don't shine for us.Maybe their glow is their way of crying "notice me,I'm important and I can do good."Perhaps they're searching for meaning in their life,just the way we use them to search for our home across the oceanand for a new worldand for something other than dead sea.Maybe they're afraid of burning outjust like I'm afraid of burning down bridges and friendshipsand maybe they think they're not good enoughthat they could have been better,that they could have been a sun or a planetbut they missed their opportunity.I wonder if the stars live in cliques,or if those constellations are their family members,and I wonder if they ever get into fights with their parentsor run away from homeor write about it?I bet the stars live like us,but what would I know?I'm just a dead girl from the grave,and I haven't seen a star in decades.
Playing love, playing meWe'll smoke, drinking silenceSmiling gently, being nobodiesHere's to you and me,Here's to this partyPick a song, play me a lifePlay me softly, without empty liesDon't pretend, don't tell me noLet me down gently, let me down slowWe smoke, cigarettes extraordinaireWe drink some whiskey, maybe wineWe get too close and then get someWe play some music, we get some funI hold my breath, swallowing smokeYou're playing my body, playing that songNight is never endingNight is never oldWe get togetherGetting some loveMixing it with alcoholAdding a little bloodBut don't you stopPlay me all night longAnd as long as you're playingNothing can go wrong
Lovely SongThe caged bird sings solemlyTo ones who do not hearThe lovely song filled withHeart of soul and tears