There are lightning bugs
in the killing jar.

Oh no, I dropped it.

All dark now.

Good bye.

Little peeves me more
than seeing someone
who reminds me of me
doing something
unlike I would.

Then again,
little inspires me more
than things unlike me.

Earl Grey
the only man in my day
he soothes this **** pain away

*s.q.

Looking at the world
through acidic eyes.
Thunderstorm kisses,
pouring through dark skies.

Bands of rage and temper,
feelings all caged in.
Powder keg explosives,
blowing up again.

Black and blue circles,
hid under the cloth.
Red drips from my nose,
broken at all cost

Ripped down at the seams,
by every human thread.
Abandoned and afraid,
wishing I was dead.

He is not a
Little man
With red skin
Horns and a sharp tail
He is beautiful
An angel
And
He used to be God's
Favorite

s.a.m.