Tear my sorrow from

my chest, that pain is much more

preferred in the end.

Shimmering sunlight,

peaking above the hillside,

will you be out soon?

Mockingjay, sweet Mockingjay,

where will you go today?

Will it be the heavens-

or will it be the hells?

Mockingjay, oh Mockingjay,

what will you say?

Will you laugh with those above,

or laugh at the ones below?

Mockingjay, dear Mockingjay,

when will you stay?

Will it be when your wings start to fray,

or when you grow out of play?

Please tell me, my Mockingjay.

Why waste time on it,

if you have no extra time.

You have no reason.

"I'm craving a pinnapple,"

she said to her dead phone.

Her voice trembled as she glanced

over to the man watching her from the corner.

I put glitter on,

just some shiny eyeshadow,

but I like the look.

Soldiers sitting on the dunes

of my sea, hear my tunes.

A siren’s call none can resist,

pulling men to my deep abyss.

Come see what lies within this tomb;

you all will fall,

far too soon.

In my defense,

I don't care about

homework

or my grades.

Not because I just don't,

no,

it's from the fact

that it doesn't matter.

When I'm older an employer

won't look at an english assignment,

but they will my college

and my achievements.

I am told to waste time,

time that will fly by,

and do work I already know.

Why waste my time,

reviewing something I can do in my head?

I can memorize the notes,

read all the lines,

but still they want me

to waste MY time.

Done cleaning your mess,

I choose to leave it to you,

fix it yourself now.

Crack, and Pop.

Popcorn.

Crack, and Pop.

Bones.

Crack, and Pop.

Soda.

If you are poison,

I'll gladly die if I can

get a taste of you.

Laying down my heavy head,

closing my wary eyes for a short time,

waiting for the sun to come, but

I always seem to rest where the sun don't rise.

Amber necklaces

sitting on a fair collar,

the jewel of her soul.

People think I'm immature,

they see me as a nuisance,

and can't see past age.

The darkness is not wanted,

but it is what makes the light shine bright.

Without it, nothing would be light.

Everything would blind.

I
wish somethings were different
     Don't
get me wrong, but,
     Like
somethings could change,
     This.
would then be so much easier.

Home is a hot hell,

one that I can't escape,

knowing that I'd leave my tracks.

The guilt would somehow bring me back.

******* in my head,

I don't see the world fully,

when will I wake up?

Dwell in my blank mind-

a thought filling up the space,

leaving me unfocused.

Posing on stages,

looking at the large crowds,

this is all an act.

If you shoot for the stars,

and miss,

you won't land on the moon,

you'll fly to the abyss.

I write mindlessly,

my words flowing with no thought,

am I just a bot?

The water rushed at her face,

the priest dunking her in.

Mouth closed tight-

eyes closed tighter-

Pulled back up,
she couldn't help but wonder,

Was she now a child of God?

Why couldn't she have been before?

Now was she worthy to go to heaven,

or had she always been?

Whispers about willows,

their leaves sealing secrets,

blocking them from the sun.

Enlighten the world,

tell them the cause of struggle,

Wait, your unable.

Down the street in town,

a little girl walks around,

her parents not there.

Leave me to rest on my tower of lies.

Laying in regret, while you go on by.

I wished I could care,

but now I wish to forget,

and move on past them.

Flowers danced in the silence-
brushing on my hands,
tickling me through my tears.

Fear went through her soul,

piercing her icy facade.

Did he know she was acting?

"Be Better."

Is what is said to me,

sugarcoated words

with that meaning underneath!

Do I not try hard enough?

Must I be judge?

"You are a child. What do you know?"

Is what is said to me,

underestimated,

by my own family!

I had to be the parent for my siblings,

but what do I know?

More than my own mother knows!

"You aren't mature. Grow up."

Is what is said to me,

shut down

by the adults above me.

I had to be grown.

My childhood lasted for 7 years.

After that, I was just there.

My youth robbed because I had to fill bigger shoes.

But what do I know.

What do I need to grow?

Raven sitting on my roof-

why do you wait with such aloof?

Won't you crow your haunting call,

or will you sit silent as I pall?

Dear Raven way up high,

won't you fly?

Certainly my roof is not as nice,

as a tree with few mice?

Rage is a feeling,

just like sadness is as well.

You just need support.

Twisted lilies in the steaming lagoon,

wrapping around willows that are covered in dew.

Shining bark, damp from the stew,

that covers it's roots from anything's view.

Frogs croak in the morning light,

the buzz of flies no one's delight.

Storks rest on the limbs,

the willow there longer than the oldest hymns.

A quiet morning past the cities brims.

I hold the hand of my enemy,

just because I know

they can't betray my trust.

Messages left on read,

leaving me confused.

Are you busy or...

do you just not want to talk?

Yesterday, I was asked, "Are you depressed?"

I responded, no, with a laugh.

As I saw a flash of concern,

I paused.

I asked, Are you serious?

And they said, "Yes."

When I'm older,

my first tattoo will be a semicolon.

Not a flower, not a heart.

A reminder that life could be a lot different,

for better or for worse.

Ignorance is bliss,

but ignorance is over,

is life not bliss now?

I am a pencil.

Needed until I am overused,

and then I am tossed aside.

Leave me upside-down,

like a hog hunted hotly,

am I just a prize?

The most perfect girl

is only perfect because

she doesn't exist.

Eyes are a window

for our brain to see out of

and process the world.

Rip my sanity,

it was melted from the truths,

that made me spiral.

Wishing for something

in life is not effective.

You must work instead.

Sunflowers in fields,

an undulating, bright sea,

which is where she lay.

I can't change myself,

even if I wanted to,

which I guess is a sad shame.

Sadness is a pain,

but it is also the key

to have empathy.

Oh, river dweller,

what do you think of the fiends

that poisoned you so?