in the face of adversity
in the heat of battle
in other's time of need
when in trouble
when nothing makes sense
SmilezNot a cloud in sight/ as we transition to night
I'm chilling by myself/ and for once it's just fine
I'm up, late after midnight/ without a single chill, fright-
-ening that I feel this/ usually feeling pissed off
but my heart isn't cold/ so there's no room for Olaf
I'm laying in bed/ without a single negatvie thought
SweetzGumdrops and kittens/ how wonderful to be smitten
a life full of winning/ no end, only beginnings
beginning to dawn on me/ that this could be infinite
just stay super close to me/ and I'll be sure to reciporicate
Christmas SpiritAs we draw ever so closely to the holidays
i honestly hope to see, better days for everyone
no nights without sleep, no heartbreak, no struggles
just people, living in ease
I hope that more believe
that's the Christmas spirit
Reunited 14[Meanwhile, at the goons house]
"Damnit, those two idiots went and got evisicorated"
"Oh well." Said the head goon. As he lie on the floor, bisected.
"I'll have to put myself back together."
"Such troublesome little baby beasts."
"If only I acted sooner, I'd already have their powers on top of mine
but where's the fun in winning right away. I suppose that's how I'll look at it."
Following a trail of broken trees and fallen limbs,
tattered cloth, and some blood, Thaddeus, Beverly, and Marco reached the area
in the woods where Clover and Anthony now used their beast powers to do battle.
"Tony! Clover!" Marco screamed.
"Stop fighting!" yelled Beverly, still in tears.
Clover was relentless, using her single wing to now lauch
a flurry of small stingers seperate from her body, almost as if
the wing was a gun, firing bladed bullets.
Anthony still reeling from the first strike that hit him in the shoulder, now went on the defensive.
Leaping around, dodging the blades. The woods wer
UntitledPerfection's within perception
it's nothing more than how you see it
some people think they are it
and with that mentality can never be it
Your Name Gives Me StrengthI like the sound of your name
as it comes past my gums
and slips out through my lips
it pumps the blood through my veins
puts a spring in my step
gets me through the day
it's sweet than cake
the dessert that is the name
of the person that invades my thoughts
and takes away my pain
the smile on my face belongs to you
I owe it to the smile on yours
it's perfection on all cylinders
it's brighter than the sun rays
Back and ForthIt's funny how I constantly zig-zag
"I love her with all of my heart"
"Man, I hated that stupid hag"
I'm full of emotions, like some kind of a
my head's f*****g spinning, it's attached
to a ceiling fan
I'm feeling more than ever sadder
with no sign of getting better
I'm broken-hearted and broken-spirited
plus I haven't got any cheddar
I'm all crumpled up inside
I'm a tomato spilling red
I'm zombified and
my heart feels dead
Bad PoetryOh boy, the many stupid love songs
with bad rhymes, that go on way too long
and all of the horrid poems I've written
talking about how I was smitten
we fit like a mitten
warm and cuddly, like some kittens
or all the sad one's that stress how much I miss you
I'm certain I'm stupid, for ever trying to befriend Cupid
I really did love her, but the mutuallty is in question
maybe if I would've spoken up, gotten attention
and then a new dude, don't even mention
I've never had an open heart, but now it's heart-wrenching
And I know that it's stupid to still haboring feelings
but caring about others is engrained in me
so please forgive me, if I can't let go
but I'm the only one in history to do that though
Reunited 13[At that time]
"I hate you!!" Clover screamed.
Why do you get to be stronger?!"
"Why do you have control over this power?!"
"Why'd you ever love me, Anthony?"
"I always hated you!" Clover exclaimed back to back questions,
and lamaneted several times her utter hatred of Anthony.
"Nerdy, shitty, hopeless romantic, undeserving, waste of time!!"
Anthony's eyes welled with tears. So much so the his beast abilities caused his eyes to
be pushed to their limit, shining bright purple, his clear tears, now turning into blood.
"You lied when you said you loved me, Clover!" Anthony roared.
"I won't forgive you for that!"
Bullied On Our Friendly Website DA
There was once a two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out.
But a famous author set to put them out.
She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red.
And here’s what she said,
“Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!”
The tiny authors wept and cried.
Wondering was it because they picked a side.
Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone else
they wouldn't have suffered being a different self?
The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left.
But the dainty female author stayed behind. However
The light within her grew dimmer and dimmer.
And its glow became barely a shimmer.
Her originality became to be like everything else she owned: plastic.
She wasn't real anymore; just another author following the trends.
All hope was lost.
No one to come save her.
Sadness reigned within her,
making her shallow and pale as Frost.
Suckerpunch SweetheartRed lipstick war paint
I am a soldier in my own war;
A force split in two sides.
I am a force of nature
Bring about my own rapture
And I’ll bring you to your knees.
Little girl lost.
Cut off my hair
Cut into my skin
Pretty princess girl
Let me in
Let me in.
Sugar in my veins
And poison in my heart;
I can turn blood
Into a work of art.
I won’t go there again
Won’t do it
A sea of hands
In my head.
A universe inside.
Just what's inside.
V o i c e s
These whispers in my head,
trying to push me to the end.
All I want is to go home,
but then I remember,
I've always been alone.
i cradle my hope
with both hands,
as if holding it close
will give it the warmth
to stay alive.
when you come near
it flares and rustles,
begging to take flight;
yet i am both caress
we have confused our signals,
mixed our drinks and
closure looms ominous
but i would rather forget
than be caught in this
luminous void of
i am weak
you are blind,
perhaps we could be
if only we spoke.
you have unknowingly
in helical fundamentals
about my identity,
shaped me in
the embers of
i wish i knew
when to release
this frail hope.
we're both drunk
and you're shaking,
caught in a moment
neither here nor now.
bring you back to
the present, and i linger
but you are eager to eclipse
so you run.
i'm too afraid to ask,
but at least the question's
we're both cowards.
bound in retrospectpart i.
about wreckage and dreaming,
about nights wept weary,
and how city limits
compress to claim you
when you run.
away early mo(u)rning
and choosing dark over light;
how eventually i stopped
wishing upon stars
what’s the point.
there is no true way
for someone this self-conscious
to let loose streams of
but i'm trying.
you are an immersion
racing down my spine,
along vertebrae as if
they belong to you
but they shouldn’t,
you are long-limbed eyelashes,
a study in faux-reluctance.
you are a cage
i never could penetrate
although you never had much trouble
ignoring my reluctance;
penetration became a game
i never won.
this was never a love story,
but add enough adjective
and i guess it can be
whatever you want it to be.
warped to your ideal,
turn me to my better angle
and hide the flaws;
hide the fa
he/himsomeone came out to me recently, asked me to use
his correct pronouns when we’re alone,
but says whenever i’m over at his home,
‘please could you switch back to the wrong ones? i don’t
want my parents to know who i am.’ so every time i sit at their table
for mashed potatoes and peas, i listen to a father asking
his son how her day was and i hear him start to think that he’s alone
and i watch every wrong word they say strike like an axe into
the trunk of a young sapling who’s just
starting to grow into his own.
i know they don’t know better, but it’s hard not
to hate them when i am censoring every word i say
before it comes out of my mouth, changing secrets into
dinner time conversations, because a boy does not feel
safe enough in his own skin to come clean about something
as pure as the foundation he has been built upon.
later he tells me that he wishes he were strong enough
to just tell them, but he knows his father still
has the c
Can I Get a Receipt?I gave the world
and all I got
is bloodied, mutilated wrists
and a death wish.
twenty-sixgive me the ocean;
let the salt nip at my skin
and sand crush beneath my soles.
throw me to the sun;
char my skin to the bone.
sink me under the depths
till my lungs start to swim
that weightless embrace
is how i feel with him.
PianoAt night someone plays the piano in my living room
The song is mournful
And I hate it, the feelings it wakes in me
A stirring hunger
I find myself yearning for something
Nameless, resonating, the music echoes through
The house, like a warm memory
Clinging to the empty hallways
There's a void inside my chest
Resembling the hands
Of another soul