Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Can they dishonour you?

They are sadder than all tears;
Their lives ascend as a continual sigh.
Proudly answer to their tears:
As they deny, deny.

Everybody loves you baby!
We hang on your every word
how does that feel?
The pressure to always be working
always be rhyming, always be thinking, always be tapping on the keys that bare your soul.

Everybody loves you baby!
Do you feel it? Do you believe the words posted under every verse as you tear out your heart? Or do you feel them? lying barbs that pierce your mind like a thousand salted lashes, false accolades by sometime friends who would run a mile if only they knew....you.

Everybody loves you baby!
Your brittle, broken, beautiful words
spun with the strength of a million webs of lies from those that didn't deserve to meet your lust filled gaze. My truth and your truth clash and combine, we love, you hate, I adore, you hide, I write for only you, you poison me slowly with writes for others.

Everybody loves you baby.
Can you feel it?
Everybody except you.

i am the moon they call me moon i am the moon a fallen star will burn through me and i will shine through the night lighting your path until dawn i am the moon always lit always lit always on

Exploring
the major
and minor
keys of
poetry

A third up
and half a
step down:

So fine
the lines
widening

like childs
eyes before
fruit

ripe
before its
known that
they're

any
good for you
-as mud for
elphants-

Snacks at
noon

Was I *****?
Maybe I wanted it?
That intoxicated girl,
She must have said yes.
But that girl was me.
I did not say yes.

Was I *****?
only a vague memory of the night
But the morning, a vivid reality.
Waking up naked in my bed,
To a strange man walking out my door.
Thanking me for sleeping with him.
But I did not say yes.

Was I *****?
He seemed like a nice guy.
Maybe I fell on the walk home.
That's why there was blood and bruises,
On the most intimate parts of my body.
He did take me back to my room.
But I did not say yes.

Was I *****?
The memories will forever haunt me.
But months of hell and healing,
Have led me to realize:
I did not say yes.

I was *****.

There's nothing wrong with you people
There's nothing wrong with anyone (with few exception like criminal tendencies, sorry I overthink a lot of things.)
Why do you all refuse to see that?