You hold the key
Cold metal in warm flesh
Come to me
And wind up my heart
That's the only way
To keep it beating
There is a roach
A little cockroach
His name is Eddie
And he lives in my brain
He crawls around all day
Eating away at my hypothalamus
So you see
That's why I'm in this wheelchair
The Mermaids and The Station MasterUnused for decades
Devoid of people, save one
The railroad across the Ocean
Became a gathering place for mermaids
And felt the warmth of the sun upon their skin
As they sat on the floating tracks
They chattered with the dolphins
And frolicked with the seals
The unlikely station was a refuge
And sea witches of all sorts
Only one there as dangerous
Or was he?
The mermaids timidly watched the station master
And he returned their stares
With kindly smiles
A good man
A benevolent man
Despite his troubling lack of a tail
He fascinated them
And upon his death,
The mermaids mourned
The gulls cried
And the whales moaned
And the Sea King himself attended
The funeral procession of the only human the Ocean deemed
Fit of a sea-burial
Fit for a merman
A New PetI brought home a new pet today!
I decided to call him Samuel, after my Grandpa, because that's who he reminded me of!
Usually, Mom really likes it when I bring home a new pet. I want to be a veterinarian when I grow up, and she says that helping strays is a good way to practice, so I'll be a step ahead of the rest of the class when I go to school for it.
But this time, she wasn't excited.
She screamed, and ran away from my new pet the second she saw it.
But he didn't like that.
He followed her all around the house, eventually cornering her in one of the upstairs bedrooms.
"That's not an okay thing to do, Samuel," I sighed to him as I watched him gnaw on her skull a few hours later. "Good pets don't eat their owner's parent's brains."
I guess I can see why Mom was upset.
Maybe bringing home my zombiefied Grandpa wasn't a very good idea.
She wears razors in her hair
And scissors strapped to her hands
Her dress is made of shattered glass
And her shoes are railroad spikes
She died years ago
Yet she's still here to do her duty
She's protect the innocent always!
He covers himself in leather
And bullet casings
He carries a switchblade
And several broken bottles
He died with her
But his duty will not go undone
He'll destroy the weak always!
They are one
Yet they are not
And when they meet in battle
Their world will end
So will ours
Rapunzel, RapunzelDreaming of her rescue
Rapunzel sat in her tower
Day after day
And hour after hour
Her hope washed away
As the days turned to years
Her cheeks every day
Were dampened with tears
And so Rapunzel let down her hair
From her prison finally free
Her lovely corpse hanging
From her hair for all to see
A Most Romantic Poem For My DarlingA Most Romantic Poem For My Darling
I'm not a romantic
Don't ask me to be
But here is a poem
Written by me:
Roses are red
Burnt flesh is black
I hope you die
In a zombie attack
Just DessertsJust Desserts
The hot Jamaican sun beats down on Brittany la Fleur, but she doesn't care in the least.
After all, the sun is essential to developing the tan she so desperately desires. Her mother ended up with the wrinkled skin of a turtle and eventually died from skin cancer, but that doesn't matter to Brittany.
You see, she's an idiot.
She's such an idiot, in fact, that the tuxedo-clad zombie that marches out onto the veranda is just her type.
She whistles at him, but he doesn't respond to her. Apparently her interest in him isn't mutual.
"Hey, you!" she calls, splaying herself out in as tantalizing a position as she can manage.
The zombie still doesn't react to her.
She fluffs up her frayed, bottle-blonde hair and bats her mascara-coated eyelashes at him, but it doesn't make a difference at all. He's still ignoring her.
"Fine then," she says to him, crossing her arms and sinking down into herself. "I didn't want your attention anyway."
She glares at him, barely takin
The Luxury Will Kill YouThe Luxury Will Kill You
That noose around your neck is awfully pretty
Encrusted in diamonds and pearls
But it seems to be getting tighter
And it never will unfurl
Enjoy life while you can
For it soon will be bereft
At the rate you're going now
You don't have much time left
Living the life of luxury
Isn't all it's cracked up to be
That noose isn't gold and jewels
It's composed of gluttony
I Married A ZombieI Married A Zombie
"Tatiana, are you sure this is for the best?"
The younger woman sighs, placing her teacup and saucer down on the elegant coffee table in front of them. "Mother," she says rather crossly, "I know what I'm doing."
"It's just..." Shirley glances to the corner of the room, where her daughter's new husband is chained to the wall. "I have to wonder how suited the two of you are to each other..."
"We're perfectly suited for each other, Mother." Tatiana follows her mother's gaze over to the man moaning in the corner. "Besides, I love Jonathan."
"I'm aware," Shirley responds, her voice tense. "But is he even the man you married anymore?"
"Of course he is!" Tatiana's eyes soften upon her husband's struggling form. "So he looks a bit different; it doesn't change who he is on the inside."
"Darling, his insides are rotting, too," Shirley says, cringing a bit when Jonathan lets loose a particularly loud, guttural moan.
"You worry too much!" An airy laugh slips past
.I tattooed your name
across my heart but
I told the artist
don't go too deep,
these things don't
last forever, you know.
From the crying sky
Its solution filled with sorrow
Grief, sadness, remorse, and loss
Now the emotional weather, merely the
Clouds will wipe away such heartbreaking
Feelings, emotions, pain, and darkness
Of this water drop filled to the brink
That's left with no choice
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heart
because your name
will forever belong to us.
you will sign it
into every broken bit
and one day, you’ll open a book
next to the words
"let me tell you about the time
i was hurt."
never break a poet’s heart
because between the beat
of the stanzas,
you’ll hear that heartbeat,
proving you wrong
with every line.
never break a writer’s heart
because we will take the pain
and make it into something
you could never live down.
you could live with heart monitors,
that measured the damaged pulse,
doctors who told you,
but you can’t live with the bold strokes,
smooth as a flatline,
that accuse you of being
the best thing
that’s ever happened to them.
you can’t live with it;
our soulmate, now writing.
You, now replaced
by a pen.
never break anybody’s heart
because you’ll cut yourself
on the pieces of it.
and see, hearts heal.
Could I Send You The StarsCan I send you the stars?
A million twinkling lettters
Waiting above your head each night to be read
In gentle melody like midnight lullabies
For the girl I dearly wish could hear them.
Can I borrow your moon?
I know without it your nights may feel empty
But I envy its lovely radiance shining
Upon those two eyes
I wish I could see wish I could gaze into
So instead could I borrow your Moon?
And gaze into it hoping I'll find the loveliness
Of your eyes there instead.
Could I steal your Sun?
And pocket it's millions
And millions of memories
Of lightly caressing you with its rays
Knowing the feel of every beautifully delicate
Part of you for every day of every year..
Could I lease your dreams?
And reside there with you
Underneath our stars' gentle lullabies
And beneath the Moon's loving gaze
Away from the Sun's prying rays
Since you're all I really need.
So could I send you the stars
And hope they'll send my love too?
.when her love left, it left
the house empty
and she says
i hope one day it'll
come back to me,
cos i don't keep this shotgun
on my front porch for nothin'
Dear PersonDear Person,
Whenever you're sad,
Don't be alone.
Don't call yourself
When you're sad.
Don't wish that
You didn't have friends.
Don't bottle up
Don't cry alone.
Don't outcast yourself.
The little things do matter.
We're all flaws.
Don't hurt yourself.
We're all mistakes.
Don't judge yourself.
It's okay to hate yourself
To get better.
I love you.
Please read this
When you're sad.
Serpent of TruthThere is a serpent
Coiled around my arm
It wraps around
My right forearm
There is a sun
Resting on my hand
Shinning like gold
Cracked and broken
It tries to hide
The lies it bears
Blinding the innocent
With sparkling speeches
They can't see
Its countless flaws
The serpent comes
Ready to eat
Devour the false light
Bestow the right truths
Open the peoples' eyes
To what was wrong
Deemed as evil and foul
By the sun's uncountable followers
A day soon comes
When wisdom trumps ignorance
The serpent on my arm
Devours the lies of God
Our Broken HumanityBorn at dawn with a soul that's split in half
One was sullen and the other you can't hear its laugh
Roses and rainbows and everything that's nice
It rips them apart with a heart that's made of ice
Don't be deceived from the other side of the mirror
It's a raging demon with a mind that'll never be clearer
Echos of my screaming voice fills the land
Everyone turned deaf not a soul reaching their hand
The wrath of my demon goes beyond
For every soul that haven't respond
The weeping of my wounded angel is ignored
They sealed its weary vocal cord
They question my insanity
But i'm damned because of their humanity
They are greedy selfish creatures
That haven't learned anything from their teachers
Uncertainty of BetrayalUncertainty of Betrayal
Wandering alone in a world of nothingness, wishing for something to return to you. The dust of your wandering soul forever shattered, echoes the cruelty and teachings of people you thought you could love. Betrayal is a weapon that is used too horribly. The wounds that betrayal leaves behind don’t heal so easily. If you look really carefully you can see that agony it leaves behind within the tears of all it touches. Those tears beg for the pain to end, it wishes to end the torment brought on by the people they loved.
Betrayal’s blade makes learning to trust and love an uphill battle. Like a God that allows for no miracles to occur. Curing betrayal’s disease is nearly and certainly almost impossible. Forgiveness does not cure this, forgiveness does not take away the pain, the hurt, the decades of suffering. Forgiveness simply renounces the resentment of what they did. How can it be that we can forgive and heal anger, but not the pain? How can we
Why must they try?Why must they try?
Seeing them walking as they are one, they are something that they cannot be. Listening to them one by one you can understand why they climb to such immaculate heights. Disregarding their feelings they approach the infinite storm, even knowing they’ll be no savoir for them. They knew right from the beginning that they will fall, so why did they try? What was its purpose? Does falling from a great dept teach a better lesson than if they succeeded? They’re not talented, nor funny, nor happy people, but regardless of what they did or didn’t do they risk their entire beings so recklessly. The goal can be meaningless, cold, and unnoticing. But no matter the odds, they try to make more of what they do not have. What is this purpose, why do you try?
Sitting here in my room with nothing but some tea, I ponder the lives of so many others. Beyond the futile judgments and ideals of mainstream cursed people, I throw away the morals and values of the targeted individuals and I follow my right path. Using the light from the true friends of gold and silver, I achieve my inner harmony. I have seen through the lies of others and I have abandoned them long before they realized it. I rejected the reasoning of a large community, and I will never accept faith in humanity. I ask this with an imploring heart, trust in yourself and the miracles you create with your own hands. Trust in the people who you deem worthy of it and rip away the bonds of the detrimental. Bring out your true love and friendship slowly and steadily, and show it to ones who are valuable to your sweet and unwavering glow. Erect the walls against those who try to harm that light; defend it with everything you have. Break the illusions people have put into your head
The Purgatory of Monotonous ValueThe Purgatory of Monotonous Value
Walking slowly and heavily, I travel to my valley where nothing grows. Here there is nothing, no dogs, no cats, no dinner menus, no children, no hope, no family, no friends; all but a small dilapidated cluster of hovels in the gray unchanging world. I enter my lonesome home and wait until the grasping of night. The one light that keeps me warm is switched off, and I enter into my moist and freezing bed. I believe the children in the other worlds get a good night and some form of gratification before they enter into their soft and loving dreams. I get none, but the feelings of my moldy sheets slowly covering my face to ferry me across towards my motherland.
Opening my eyes, I’m a child again resting on the squishy and sticky ground, surrounded by dead trees, and dim stars. Getting up, I mindlessly rush towards the building that is lightly a flame. I’m greeted by the tall one with a smile that could turn the most courageous into nothing but
Let us Say GoodbyeLet us Say Goodbye
I wish to say something, this is to all of you selected ones. To the sad masses I see before these old and strange eyes of mine. I wish to tell you thank you, thank you for allowing me to see the monsters of the world. The rapists, the pedophiles, the thieves, and the betrayers, are only but a few that I could foresee; thank you all so much. But like the double edged sword we both suffer for it.
But please disregard that last statement, as this should be a happy occasion. To each and every one of you; to you who are those rapists, pedophiles, thieves, and betrayers who are bound by the blood of our elders and ancestors. I say goodbye. I wish to say goodbye to you as you are the monsters I see. I cringed as I once called you my family, my friends, my gods, but thank you for showing the path I must now thread. For you can no longer exist within my world. I must take you away in order for my survival, as the damaged is far beyond the ability to heal. I have not done the
Snow White SyndromeI seem to have forgotten the sound of my own heartbeat
Splitting apart my limbs I've found the source of my insanity
Coiled around veins and arteries
Star dust and a lazy man’s drug
Has put me to sleep under fictitious pretenses
Of forbidden apples and two faced prince charming’s
Corrupt BitchTough love, she sings to me.
Of melancholy misery.
Her hair flows down to her withering waist.
While straying strands frame her porcelain face.
Angel of darkness, she serenades me.
Of desperate times and tragedy.
With a soft voice full of sorrow,
She wallows in the hope of a million tomorrows.
Broken soul, she belts out to me,
Of a bitter, and cruel parody.
Eyes that glow with a venomous fire.
Deceitful witch, I claim she's a liar.
The little minx, she whispers to me.
The realization, the sweet clarity.
Each word she speaks, she spits at me,
She mocks me, and belittles me!
Manipulater, she screams at me,
Betrayal and vulgarity.
Furious I've managed to stay strong,
I sent her cocaine heart where it belongs.
I Read Her Like A BookI read her like a book.
Her body doesn't lie.
I read her subtle looks,
the changes in her eyes.
I read the poetry of her smile;
the stories on her thighs.
I read her joy from down the aisle.
I'm so happy, I could fly.
I see her scarlet blush,
as I read her words aloud.
I love her. Never too much.
Forever, we have vowed.
Inner Confessions of the loser childInner confessions of the loser child
The newest set of truths has been revealed. Repression can be such an evil thing of this world, you can believe you were happy one moment and then just like that you’re purged into darkness again. I did not see this coming…not by a long shot. What “they” have done… was disgusting beyond my belief or comprehension. I thought even they were somewhat on my side but was that too was just another delusion? I feel sick to my stomach, I know now what I must do, and it won’t be pretty. The bonds that were already strained have begun its final act. It’s like I’m now an observer watching and enjoying the story of another’s heartbreak. Only I too am the actor who is forced to dance the same dance over and over again. I don’t know if I have sufficient power to escape this now.
So I won’t, I feel I have made the decision. In order for me to survive I must break away the bonds of the people who h