she whispers ugly symphonies
a bitter hissing song
unbearable to hear the lazy lies
The girl starts to cry
A rose smears across her bare face
The summer beauty sweats
her drunk fiddling fingers swirl
as she try's to make them stop
I stay behind the tree and stare
wishing the sky would tear
and the clouds would fall
so I wouldn't have to interfere
I walk a step and the chanting stops
my opportunity tossed
a life was at lost

Words can make you feel
Many different things.
Words can make you feel
As if you have wings.

Words can also hurt
And make you feel a mess.
Words can make you change
How you look and how you dress.

Words are very dangerous
Although they're all around.
But what would happen if
They made not a sound?

The world would just feel empty
With no joy to be found.
What pleasure it does bring
That we do have sound!

So be happy we have words-
Just use them carefully
Because they are sharp
And can cut into me.

His eyes weren't closed, but it felt like he has entombed
As he laid his fingers from the spine of the tome;
He perused the letters imprinted by the blood
Dripping from the wrist of a lonesome lad.

From the lightless corner, he hearkened the song of tumult
Played by the demons where the lyrics have written with insult.
The downfall of the knight as they have yearned for it to behold
Brought the life of the feral wolf who is at night, he growled.

Their fangs lacerated his sanity through their bite
While drooling for some piece of his fright.
Each day seemed to be a night he has to wait to end;
A cage he has to abscond far from the fiend.

Aiding through masks will not heal the induced sore
For his pieces turned to dust—can not fix what they tore.
In the end, the whining wolf get drowned from derision
And get killed from the unseen battle—depression.

Four friends together for dinner,
Made speeches while the night grew thinner,
First was, “I’d like to make a toast,
To the man who needs friends the most.”

The second went with a smile,
And said, “Let’s scorn people so vile,
That decide to brag, tease and boast,
To the man who needs friends the most.”

The third stood, his face full of food,
And said, though his manners were crude,
“Let us dedicate this fine roast,
To the man who needs friends the most.”

“We’re all good people are we not?
Unless there’s something I’ve forgot,
Let’s announce ourselves,” said the host,
“To the man who needs friends the most.”

Bullies are big and tall,
Bullies hang you off the school wall.
Bullies chew you up and spit you out,
Bullies do it all for nonexistent clout.
Bullies are chocked full of hate,
Bullies are usually a classmate.
But my bullies aren’t at school,
My bullies are at home, where they rule.

Bully I can see you seeming
As you know I have
PTSD
You act a fool,
I will teach you a stunt
I will try stunt
As I glitter

Getting shoved into lockers
“We were just messing around”

Pushed off the playground
“I was just playing”

Crumpled paper waiting
In my backpack,
Everyone would be better with
You gone.
“It was just a joke”

Freak, Stupid,
Loser.
“It’s just a name”

It’s just some kids being kids.

Just until someone cuts,
“You’re not going to be pretty anymore”

Just until someone ties
a rope around their neck,
“Why would you do that?”

Just until you're at their funeral,
No one knowing why they died.

It’s one big just when
Nobody cares until it’s too late.

I march through a thunderstorm
the same way I marched before
to face my enemy, the devil.

The wind is heavy and violent
trying to knock me off my feet
like a bully I dealt with in school.
But I stand my ground
And keep marching forward
as I have against them.

The sky is full of dark clouds
much like OCD, depression, and PTSD
looming over my head.
But I know the sky will change color;
a beautiful one.

I pass by people running
For their homes to take shelter
and wait for the heavens to have mercy
so they can roam outside.
All my life,
I’ve been running away from my problems
hiding from my enemies.
I have business to take care of
in this storm
and I will get it done
whether the light breaks the fallen sky
or not.
I wait for nothing and no one
And I will fight anything or anyone
that stands in my way.

I’m a stormbreaker.

Thunder strikes
Cowards quake at its roar
The sound reminds me
the clap of the whip
made across my back
as a kid growing up.
But thunder tells me
To be strong and mighty as Thor’s hammer.

I’m offered an umbrella,
but I’m not part of that academy.
I was always shielded from the world
I never took a risk.
I want to live. Freely.
I let the crash of rain
pour on my body like a shower
cleansing me of the filth
I’ve sustained from today.
Drenched from head to toe.

When my business is done
and this storm clears,
I finally rest
and watch the sun rise
on a grateful universe.
I’m aware there will be another storm
worse than the last.

People are fools
believing there’s gonna be sunshine and clear skies for the rest of the week
like the rest of their lives.
They don’t know struggle or pain.
It’s a storm approaching.

And while they will hide,
cover and fear for themselves
I’ll be ready to march again.
Because this ain’t my first rodeo.
I won’t let a storm break me.

I’m a stormbreaker

Mud bath
Doc Martens
                        Back of head
Off the beaten path
                        Still beaten
But at least not dead
*******, they said
Don't understand what I did
But was
Drowning in the ground
One day they'll come around
To me

Doc Martens
                        Back of head
Off the beaten path
                        Still,
                        Beate­n
Dead.