Monster

Am I a Monster?
Am I a Monster?
Am I really the puppy for your media?
Your servant
your freak show
No way,
no way.
Am I a monster?
Really a monster?
Am I a joke in your life?
Animal
Hannibal
Cannibal addition
Cannibal addiction
what what?
Papers flying,
cameras flashing,
no more
no more
private life.
Animal, hannibal,
cannibal addition,
cannibal addiction
what what?
Is it,
is it,
really your mission,
is it really your vision
to distroy everything I ever had?
Come on come on,
it's a 2010 thriller.
You are,
you are,
you are really the killer.
YOU are the monster.

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Fires burning,
windows opening,
smoke rising,
water running,
fighting to save
the day.
If I were the water,
and you were the building,
I would use up every last bit of me
till I dry out,
just
to save you.
Thunder booming,
lightning striking,
houses broken,
spirits torn.
If I were the next door neighbor,
and you were in distress,
I would run
as fast as I can,
just to save you.
Trees swaying
in the breeze,
rainbows
glistening
after a storm.
A boat floating,
in the vast water.
The sun is shining
bright and true.
If I were the life jacket,
and you were the sailor,
I'd hold on,
mighty strong,
you won't drown,
Because,
I'll do anything to save you.
Because I miss you...
and I love
you.

Fearless

Fearless

I dance with myself.
I sing with myself.
And No one is gonna stop me.  
I have rhythm,
I have music,
I have my friends.
I have my notes,
my songs,
my words,
my mind, 
my freedom of speech.
I have myself,
and no one is gonna stop me.
I'm cautious,
I'm careful,
but I'm a rebel.
Because I dare to be different.
And no one is gonna stop me.
No one at all.
I'm daring,
I'm adventurous,
I'm new,
I'm unique,
and I'm proud.
I'm gonna dare to be different,
and no one is gonna stop me.

I'm fearless.

See you there...

I have nothing else to tell you.
I've done everything I can.
Now?
It's time to wait,
and let life run it's course.
My shoes are worn down,
my socks have holes in the toes.
My violin is sitting in the corner.
I sit, and wait.
It's close to 12:00 already.
My heart is beating fast,
so fast,
I'm loosing my breath.
Now?
It's time to go,
to go through with the journey.
My car pulls up,
we see balloons.
This must be it.

Two
boys
are sitting on a couch.
One I know,
One I don't.
EVERYTHING is awkward.
Two turns to three,
Three turns to four,
Four turns to five,
and then a girl shows  up too.
The conversation loosens up.
We laugh,
we have fun,
we kill each other.

Games galore.
Apples to apples,
mafia,
cops and robbers,
and wand dueling.
He really outdone himself this time.
Having fun,
and then...
OH NO!
I see
a red car pull up.
It's my family's.
I leave, say goodbye,
and go.
This was fun.

What can I do?
What could I have done?
I couldn't say anything,
of course.
But,
still I wonder.
What would've happened if I did?
Hmm...


To be continued...

The start of my re-written lyrics for the song 'I Will Follow You Into The Dark' by Death Cab For Cutie

If you and I collide,
and we both are satisfied,
I'll turn off the light on my vacancy sign.
If there's no one beside you
when you're alone at night,
I'll follow you from the dark.

The Genius On The Other Side Of Town (my take on Genius Next Door, applied to my life)

I first thought the boy was so normal,
then said he was enchanted.
I was trying to keep it quiet,
telling him it was fine.
Then I couldn't hear the laughter,
or fell the happiness at all.
All I could think about was the fact
that I wanted him more than anything.
But everyone around me, was saying,
he doesn't really matter.

There's really, no way,
that I can forget about him.
And there's really no way,
that he doesn't matter.

The genius was running around,
laughing, watching, having fun.
He doesn't know how I feel though,
what would he do if he knew?
And I have go and sit there,
and see him and his shining face.
And try to keep mum,
about the secret I was hiding.

And there's really, no way, 

that I can forget about him.

And there's really no way,

that he doesn't matter.

The morning of a day a year later,
I wake up full of sadness.
to realize he doesn't like me (at all)
Feels like it sucked out my gladness.
I have to go and lie there
and see his face in my mind.
And still try to keep mum,
About the secret I was hiding.

So there's really, no way, 

that I can forget about him.

And there's really no way,

that he doesn't matter.

The Genius,

on the other side of town...

was too special to me.

And what I don't understand is,

why is there all of this madness.

I have to try and forget all about him

because I can't live with this anymore.

A Fantasy Family

It doesn't matter who you are,

where you come from,

Or what you like to do.

As long as you like fantasy,

you are fine.

Come and join our fantasy family

and we'll delve into your imagination.

We'll write stories,

poems,

and reviews.

Generating ideas we never knew we had.

Castles, princesses, and dragons.

Knights in shining armor.

What is that?

Fantasy of our past.

We read that,

when we were kids.

Now?

We entered another phase of our lives.

Magical Beasts,

Unheard-of realms

Spells and potions,

Witches and Wizards.

Reading Fantasy is like a thought.

You never know what's going to happen to it,

Or where it is going to go.

Join our fantasy family

And Discover the world of  make-believe you never knew.

I. Don't. Know.

Why does everything have to be like this?

Why do they have to walk like that,

to talk like that,

to scream like that,

to hit like that?

I. Don't. Know. 

What happened to the good times?

The fun times,

the best times...

Why did they turn into the worst times?

And the worst parts are,

#.1. I'm stuck in the middle of it

#.2. There's nothing I can do to help. Nothing. And it hurts.

              

She talks to me, she explains to me.

I listen.

Then I go back,

and now

She also wants to know.

I can't talk, but it hurts if I don't.

She was so beautiful, 

so fun, 

so easily relaxed.

Now?

She's depressed,

lonely,

and life is not wonderful anymore.

They both are.

And,

contrary to popular belief,

I feel the same way.

Why does everything have to be like this?

Why do they have to walk like that,

to talk like that,

to scream like that,

to hit like that?

I. Don't. Know.

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Personification: Global Mourning

Global Mourning

The Sky looked grim,

fearing what was to come.
And the clouds, weeping softly,
soon steadily poured out their thoughts.
Trees thrashed about in anger; fighting then loosing.
Roots were desperately clinging to the bare soil

        The entire earth was grieving.

More, More, More, and Even More...

I've been through so much tears and sadness
Who knew this would happen to me...
When will be the end of this madness?
Please, please, just let me be.

Ummm...

Should I keep writing... should I stop writing...should I keep writing... should I stop writing...
I don't even know. Every time I try to write, I get gunned down.

What is this world coming to?

More, More, More...

UNTITLED...

When I looked into the eyes
     I was wrapped in a cocoon
Of the person in disguise,
I soon realized,
     Seeing the light of the moon,
I had to guess
to confess.
Can he see,
     No more LIES!
He belongs with me?

It's Poetry to my Ears... (A.K.A. Mazes Upon Mazes...)

I searched deep within chasms of his mind
     Many roads and pathways
To see what I could find
     Something to amaze
When all that I could see
Was my own face staring back at me.