Incompatible Day after day she glides through the daunting social cliques of the school, She converses effortlessly, like angelic whispers, Peaceful, Her laugh is a record, playing endlessly throughout the tiresome hours of school Everyone adores her, Her confidence radiates like that of a warm ray of sunshine, When she smiles, the room fills with
Names Names are just sounds, A string of syllables grouped together to identify each other, They can hold more though, Hope, love, confidence, there are no bounds. But behind all that friendly mist and delusion Are the sharp daggers that pierce where no physical object can reach, Running down the hall I felt like an
Peace Everyday that passes by I can never seem to get you off my mind 6 years have came and went But you’re still stuck in my head It seems that you have moved on now And you’ve even had a son It’s strange to think there’s someone out there That know that their dad
Nothing It hungers to envelope everything, to consume, to suffocate, to become. To be feared and for many people fear it, They are right to do so. We sit in our brightly lit offices and our brightly lit classrooms, Gloriously unaware of what is waiting. Waiting to jump out and consume everything As soon as
I Don’t Understand I don’t understand myself. I don’t understand it; it myself. Myself? How? How could I? I lie, hearing voices. I can’t sleep, I do not understand why. I don’t understand, tell me if you can, Why I am floating, in my mind? I am lost, looking, help! What am I trying to
Screaming Whispers The whisper that shadows you Speaks louder than words, They linger behind us, To me; screaming to others; unheard What’s concealed in the shade, Are our darkest thoughts, An unforgettable memory, All tied up in a knot By the secrets, harassed, It’s a hateful reminder, We may not be finished with our past,
The Hands I Own The hands I have, Will be gone, Lost forever, My memories with them, They will be tossed. The years, Of sheltering, And writing, Washed away. The hours, I’ve spent, With the people I love. The hands, Always cold and warm, With anger beneath, Controlled by love, The face I own Will
Growing Up Growing up A feeling of despair, Falls on my mind A feeling of loss, At how time passes time. I remember the days, Of jumping couches of fire. Being a ten foot monster, Who takes all I desire. The cracks on the pavement, Are jumped over and dodged. The mischief and mayhem I
The Silence Ever since, I was young The whispers have banged Against my ears like screams. Each murmur, mumble, or tremble Was an earthquake to my eardrums. Words that I didn’t understand were used as insults all around me. Why Was it wrong? Why is it bad? Why don’t I understand? Confusion would cloud my
Take me Out Take me out of my casing Place me in your arms and hold me Reaching for my tested twines, Your supple fingertips graze my surface; You begin to play From ABC to 123 You hit all of my notes Your method so mellow, Your approach so gentle, Yet you still manage to