Shroomers
silly goons
why are they around-
sketchy friends to have
these foes
smoking out in public
not a care
he carries switchblades
openly cries
makes all uncomfortable
but he sells the stuff
right?
They're nice
to his face
and he's nice
to all he meets
but deep down
all can tell
this guy is trouble:
either we'll get in jail
or he'll get killed.
Inevitable
poor guy
so sweet,
who's to believe
his stories
been through hell
maybe
or maybe he's an actor
a pastor
wanting followers
ending up
alone
because none want to be associated
with one so
wrong.

Sound is everywhere
Except in my ears
Faces pass me by
But there's nothing to hear
Children laugh
and babies cry
All I can do,
is envy them and sigh.
"It's lonely,"
my fingers tell them
desperately dancing for attention
hoping the onlookers will understand
the words I try to tell them
All I can think
is it really isn't fair
I am labeled as
An Outcast
people could less then care
though they try to be nice
It's like playing a board game
Without any dice
Still, I continue on
living in a shiny glass case
While the others stare at me and gawk
As if there's a mute alien in my place
It's so very lonely
the life that I live
It's amazing anyone can stand it
I hope I'll be one of the the ones
Who did.

Darkness, please hide me in your cloak,
Enwarp me in your slimy strands
Suffocate me til' I choke
Don't let the prying eyes of sunlight see
The damage it has done to you
The ravaged scars it has branded in me
For the light is not safe anymore
It is the demons that protect us
Not the angels who soar
So, Darkness, hold me tight
Because there's nothing left,
Not even love, in the light

i am really good at can get inside
your voice and neck

i can get louder

and louder

i can perspire from thy breast

              A RoSE

and follows after scarlet hips
stem, thorns, the parting of
petals from come and more

louder and louder say, "yes":
a stem that's thorn follows
into parted petals, your voice
and neck gets louder and

louder

gets

i dont think
That i’ve ever loved you more than when you turned away. and walked out of my life. i never thought that this life was possible but the sound of your voice was my music. a pathetic poet sleeping away memories of better days in a sun bathed bed crying out brilliant ideas. ideas of humid air and sweet tanned skin radiating heat and pool water. simple kisses and rough sheet pulling. strong arms holding a temporary happiness. the words wrapping around intwined bodies. *** passing time proving love. opening eyes to monsters we cant run from.

used to be so sweet
and shy
that one time
but i guess he was misleading
now an aggressive werewolf
wanting what he wants
unfairly
and it's scary
but i like it

I don't want me to like you
and I don't want you to like me:
however the me's and you's fit
I don't want them to.
At all.
We are not a cute puzzle
with two pieces creating a beautiful scene
no,
we're two people
just people
living
and breathing
but that's about it
because separate we are fine
and will be
always
but together
I would hate you
so much
so yeah
I'm a *****;
but guess what?
Just don't go
liking anyone else.