Are you Summer?The stunted tree, frozen over, gleamscold and heartless, dazzles motionless, inspiressoundless.Warmth comes tree meltswhat a mess.Chunks of icehere and there.Breathe!Knives of cold, searing pain!The Willow weeps. Repulsive!Farewell...So cruel, so cold,so numb.Warmth greets, cringes andgoes.It blinds, it burns, andfreezes.Warm, wrong, cold.Numb, pain, withhold.Summer smiles upon the sculpture,In the light the sculpture blinds.Tree protests, it weeps and begsLeave alone!Don't expose!Disgusting, melt it,tear it off!The Willow weeps butSummer stays resting stable.Branches quiver, panic.What ifbones melt?What if they stay?Sickening!It's late. It's warm.They stay.GreenThe summer shinessmilesembracesloves.Air seeps fromeverypore.Willow weeps,summer laughsYou made it!
And to Think- poemThe pain rages,The tears flow,Friends are leaving,It’s not a pretty show.We keep on making the same mistakes,We keep using coverups to hide them.Some people act as if they aren’t involved,But when you think about it,It all revolves around us.Us as friends,Us as our own little family.The one family that could never stay happy.Our home lives,Never the same.They will all leave me,And I’ll leave too,Because obviously our friendship didn’t mean as much to you,As it did to me.And to think,This all started with an ‘I Love You’.The kind of love that ruined everything.The kind of love that ruined me.The kind of love that somehow ruined you.And now,I’ll never be able to face you again.The pain will forever live within me,It’s growing every day.Maybe I was just supposed to live my life this way.And to think,This all started with me.No, this all started with us.Everyone involved in this friendship,Everyone outside of i
Just a Part of Me- poemI want to fly high,I want to be free,But I’m so weak,It’s just a part of me.I hate being controlled,As if I’m a doll,Because my life is full of horrors,They never go away at all.I want to spread my wings,I want to fly high,Instead of watching my friends pass me by.I wanted to fly,I wanted to be free,But now I’m chained up,It’s just a part of me.
Stank of kitchen clogs and routineYour fingernails have roofedevery single stinginessshe pours into the same old lunch,same old story abouteating fairy farts being goodfor those blasted templelinesageing your mugshot.They are now drenched being drenchedin her wrists frailtyher fingerjoints´ wimpinessand her bicepchokingyour guilt and moralityinto making a cousteauof your hands.Arise them laterCAREFULLYas the eldritch scents of the sinkare the trendiest jewelryfor your overbonesshe still whines about you dripping lightas you proceed to makea mirror out of the kitchen.
I Fear:AbandonementLoneliness creeps in,Twisting an innocent mind.The twine to society is broken,A weak line.I was abandoned long ago,In a barren land full of snow.Why nobody likes me,I do not know.I wish I could fly awayAnd escape this cold.But sprouting wings is not easy,So I must stay herAnd keep on freezing.
RiseRiven strips of mortalityIntimacy completes vitalityScars healed misbegotten painEscape the stream, hatred slain
44. Crossroadstwo roads cross makes crossroads. X marks the center tipping point. Where dawn and dusk collide Hinged on equinox joint. Light and dark’s perfect divide. Call on the ghosts of women past Nowhere to go, no place to hide The fork no more than Hecate’s test Dice in the roulette game cast. Center of two roads be blessed
The Tears and the Questions- poemWhere did I go wrong?Is this able to be fixed?Is this all going to end up like this?How can I help you?How am I able to change?Will I ever be the same?What even happened?When will this end?Am I supposed to be feeling like this?Is this my punishment?Is this what I get for all the times I've been a huge jerk?Was this the feeling I made other’s feel?When did I change?Who is here for me?Will everyone leave me?Will I start cutting again?Who is the perfect one for me?Do I even have a perfect one?When will I die?How will I die?Who will stay with me?Do my parents hate me now?Are you leaving?Do you hate me?Because I hate myself.What’s going to happen now?I’m not sure.All I know is I’m a fool.And the tears, and the questions, will forever remain.
I Keep on Wishing- poemWishes, what exactly are they?Hopes, dreams, they’re all the same-Most of them don’t even come true.“I wish I could disappear,“I wish this all would end,I wish I would end…”These don’t come true,These won’t come true.And yet I keep on wishing for them.Everybody experiences pain,Everybody has some bumps awaiting them,But that doesn't mean we should die.“Then why do I keep wishing for them to happen?“Why won't this pain just end?”Friends leave,People leave.That will always be a part of life.Are we just going to sit around and let it happen?Will we ever become more than just lousy humans?For all we know, we might not.But that doesn't mean we should die.“I wish I could disappear,“I wish this all would end,“I wish I would end…”These things can come true,These things won't come true.And yet I keep on wishing for them.