to preach insanity
screaming blanks in the streets
twisted limbs
hang from twisted bodies
malnourished and dangerous
the edge people
they live life
balanced on their tiptoes
in a bathtub
choking on their sins
sins which they didn't commit
an old rocking chair
sits in a wooded clearance
forgotten and mossy
hopes and dreams
stripped layer by layer
until the marrow is all gone
to preach madness
that's what they want from me
to call us mad men
but there's no such thing
there
is no
such thing

I prefer maybes
over the real thing
every single time
so give me a maybe
instead of reality
because sometimes
reality can ****
but a maybe is nothing
just a maybe
so don't give me your troubles
and taboos
and issues
no,
just don't
because my favorite place to see you
is in my imagination
when I wake up alone in the morning light
with a smile on my face
thinking maybe I'll go see you today,
maybe...

There was a wolf once
majestic and noble
lone but for his disciples
and he owned his territory
from the edge of the forest
all the way to the outskirts
of humanity
But he wasn't content
the people in the village
shunned and shooed him
he could taste their fear
and didn't know why
"cant they see it?
I am no different from them
yet they call me a liar
I couldn't be one of them
just a primordial beast"
So the wolf went on being a wolf
knowing it wasn't right
but every time
the moon grew full
the villagers could hear
the howls of the wolf
as he cried boy
over and over again
into the empty darkness

I'm sorry that I'm not the perfect daughter you had hoped for.
I'm sorry that my grades aren't all A's.
I'm sorry that I look like I'm about to laugh right before I cry,
And I'm sorry that after being your daughter for my whole entire life, you still haven't realized that.
I'm sorry that I have friends.
I'm sorry that I spend so much time on my computer.
I'm sorry that I listen to music and I'm sorry that I write poetry.
I'm sorry that I stay up so late.
I'm sorry that we have different priorities.
I'm sorry that I wrote this,
And I'm sorry I'm not perfect.

...Everything
looks gray like a
restless rain dance amidst despair
Most people deny the scent of
hanging corpses and walk
away from the
inconvenience of truth
and some
think of faith as a mere question
...a choice behind a thought
while the rest of us desperately
conceal the mask
in the pocket of defiance
hoping chance will never give way to
fate...

Control
where does it lead to
if absolute freedom is a path to
chaos?

Maybe I'll never know
So
I'll burn the sacrifice and eat
the ashes from what's left of the
dilemma...

I am not dead,
Merely missing.
Numb and lifeless
Losing pieces of me in the wind.
No, i did not die
When you set my heart ablaze.
And sent me flying off a cliff.
I merely exploded into pieces.
Tiny immemorable bits of me.
A half hearted smile here
An anguished cry as i melt
Breaking into fragments of past, present and never.
This could really be my end.
Do not come looking for ashes
To gather and keep in a can.
I won't be confined even in death
Instead go to the quietest point
Where no noise and pain linger
Listen for my heartbeat
Faint, fading and unfettered.
Call my name if you want to talk
I will whisper in the wind
Enfold you in a rush of leaves
As you stand amidst the silence
I will be here.

I would talk to you, but I have nothing new to say
We spend the hours of our day
together

In spare time we joke and play
Chat about yellow, blue and grey
weather

I meditate while you pray
Our minds connected so they can't stray
tether.

Even though it sounds cliche
Your smile makes me float away
feather