"Forsooth, my bretheren! That is rather foreboding!"
Translation:
"****, *****! That's sketchy."

O she torments me incessantly,
constantly her spirit descends,
visiting me in my slumber
& I fornicate wildly
with her ghost.

O I know she loves me so,
returning every night,
whiter than before,
to haunt me
& to do me
again.

I had a flashback
Screams of Nervana
They were "those kids"
I was cirgarettles
The smoke blew in my face
I coughed
They exhaled
Silly me
Innocent me
The crazy one
The giraffe
The Ugly
Trapped between to worlds
Spinning out of control
In and out of galaxies
Solar systems
Dying stars
Lies were sweeter
Your just eating galleons of honey
By the third spoonful syrup becomes sickening
Caught in your throat
Run
Hide
Survive
Singing along to Zeppelin
I didn't the words
Laughing to that joke
Why did they notice me
Why was I worthy
To be with the
Poet
Singer
Dreamer
Writer
Lighter
Heartless
Soulless
Fearless
I was the stargazer
Who saw right through them
But loved them anyways
Now I walk this road alone

I never planned to drop out of high school
but I never planned on wanting to **** myself either
so that’s just how it goes

And now I’m in college a year early
and I’m watching everyone around me getting into
serious relationships and having babies
and actually graduating with full scholarships to real universities
and moving in together like real grown people starting real lives

and here I am still missing you
still going to counseling every week
and failing my second semester worse than the first

here I am having to consider if going to a
mental hospital for 6 months is really the only thing ive got left

my mother says when I get out I could really start my life
you know, have real relationships
and not do drugs or have promiscuous ***
but what does she really even know about that

am I about to find out why the caged bird sings?

I turn eighteen in a little over 7 months
and I really don’t want to spend the time leading up to that
having a prescribed time to eat
and take my medication
and when to go to sleep

this isn’t how life is supposed to be

people say it isn’t easy
but killing yourself is seen as cowardly

well, we didn’t even have a choice of whether we wanted life or not
we were just put here because we won the race

so don’t talk to me about cowardice

I'm sitting in In-School-Suspension
I flick their air with my tongue,
And I can taste the tension
And the humility
Of the acts that got my fellow **** ups here

One was in a fight,
One was selling ***,
One caught with a knife,
The other blew his snot,
On the principal

This room is as bland as bland can be
Tanned walls and tall ceilings,
That are impossible to reach
I just can't shake the feeling,
Of boredom taking over me

This poem has no real purpose,
I'm writing to pass the time,
Only five more hours to go,
Since it's half past nine

Tick, tock, tick tock,
Goes the clock,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
There it goes again, the clock
With it's ticking,
And it's tocking
It's driving me insane,
Up the tanned walls to the high ceilings
I can't shake the feeling,
Of boredom taking over me

In the morning fog my breath collects
Always leaving me to wonder what's next
My life became black and grey poetry
Colors just appear when you notice me
Your eyes a shade of grey and icey blue
Kaleidoscopes of emotions and hues
Dance inside your ever changing iris
It's a gamble, it's my heart I risk
The possibility of hurting me
Could lead to lasting love, eternally
To take my hand and go through the fire
For flames cannot touch stars that burn brighter

Serenity found,
In a place of tall grasses,
Happily alive