Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Means letting go
To free yourself
Because life is harsher
In black and white
But clarity is easier to fight
You can't make it right
You can only forgive
To continue to live
To be free
To say you are you and I am me
And we
Are no longer
Chained together
Forever I am gone
Moved on
From the effect you had
Someday I will be glad that I forgave
To shave off the pieces of you left over
My beautiful love
I shall one day forgive you
So that I may be able to live too
To live on
The black and white photos
Will gain beauty
Because one day
I will say
I am me
And I forgive you
Or do I?
Wake Up
Wake up
And smell the coffee
The rain
The daisies
What a wonderful array
Of things today
But in the end
All must change
What a range
Of things to twist and contort
To miss and distort
No more
Why can't we just leave things be
So we can see the beauty
But no
Things must go
Must be different
And we must be indifferent
In order to save our minds
What kinds
Of horrors lie
From getting caught up on the past
On things that never last
A sigh, a tear, a broken gasp
Of a choking man
Who chokes out a sob
No home and no job
Crying in the rain
Drenched and in pain
He is yet to have slain
The immortal dragon
Which drags him down
From out of his town
To the depths of the earth
For better and for worse
Then drowning in dirt six feet under
That's got to hurt
View of the World
Dragged through the mud
And dragged through the dirt
Worlds full of pain
And worlds full of hurt
And people with joy
And people with sadness
A blanket that envelopes the world in madness
Inches from life
And inches from death
One final blow
And one final breath
With a pretty red bow
Around the rest
Life
And death
And everything in between
Love
And hate
And all the unseen
On the screen it is watched
In horror and insanity
The view of the world of insecurity and vanity
A scream and a cry and a choked out sob
On the screen
On the wall
In the house
In the neighborhood
In the town
In the county
In the state
In the country
In the world
In the universe
Lies the view of what the world truly is
The Little Gray House
In the house down the street
With a little red door
And 15 rooms
But with windows even more
In that little gray house
With its familiar decor
Sits a little old woman
With lavender hair
And knitting needles
She sits on the porch and just spends her days
Watching the cars pass by
Hours and hours
Weeks and weeks
Until one day she died in her sleep
And she no longer sat on her chair outside
And watched the cars just passing by
Stars on a Chessboard
Twinkle twinkle little star
Fucked up people don't get far
Unless they run away
And leave their families behind
In the search for a new day
For a new dawn
For a new way
To escape the life of a pawn
To be the king and queen
Of their own lives
On the chessboard
Boredom doesn't help
When you're already depressed
It just makes the feelings worse
It just wears out the purple dress
And leaves behind a mess of life
And emotions
And everything
Devotion to the other pawns
Keeps you stuck behind
In your quaint little unlivable life
I deserve what comes to me
I can take it all
But what I can't take is the is the keeping everything bottled up inside
I can't take the hiding
And I can't take the fighting
Anymore
It's all too much
For the little pawn
And the little star
Tommy Brollow, Aaron Joint, and the ghost of Cody Brock
Muddy Hollow
Arrow Point
Born to follow
Born to point fingers
And arrows at the hearts of the muddy faced assassins
In the back of the class
In the old, broken chair
At the pencil marked desk
With the deadliest stare
Sits a young, sunken faced boy
With a pen and a bruised, black eye
From the biggest guys in the class
Named Tommy Brollow
From Muddy Hollow
And Aaron Joint
From Arrow Point
They rule the classroom
And own the weak
And one day, the sunken faced boy
Called Cody Brock
From Willow Rock
Disappeared into the ocean
Him and his bruised, black eye
Never to be seen again
A scene of horror
A scene so zen
Not one could process the event
Not Tommy Brollow
Not Aaron Joint
Until they followed
Because the guilt pointed at them
And broke their minds
That they accidentally killed little Cody Brock
From Willow Rock
So Tommy and Aaron
Ran ashore
Got on a boat
Just a little more
Said Tommy
As they sailed into the sea
And the ghost of little Cody
Could see the two jump off
And see the two start to drown
And did nothing except start walking
Back to his hometown
He walked into his old house
And walked into his room
Trailing muddy footsteps
And trailing trails of gloom
Then the very next day
He went back to the sea
And little Cody Brock could see
Tommy Brollow
From Muddy Hollow
And Aaron Joint
From Arrow Point
Washed up on the shore
Destined to be Apart
A wall, a wall
Stands between the lovers
Of day of night
Of love of fight
Of time and death
Till final breath
Stand beside the wall
Speaking in low voices
To the other on the other side
Words of love and longing
Words of life and pain
Lovers kept apart
And lovers kept in strain
Kept apart forever
Under the blood moonlight
Never to be together
Destined for the nightly visits
In secrecy, a rendezvous of purest emotion
Not one day of seeing
Not one day of touch
Destined to be fleeing
Fleeing from the world
Fleeing from all the too much
Two different kingdoms
And two different lives of loneliness
And lives of sadness too
Lives of stained blood windows
And so she becomes an unwed widow
River
Rockabye baby
On the tree top
When the water flows
The baby will drop
Down in the river
Down in the stream
Down in the water
Down in a dream
Alone with a Violin
12:30 pm on a warm summer's day
Out in the wind
Out in the gray skies
Walks a girl named Violet
With her mahogany violin
Off to her lesson
Off to begin
Her walk to the school
Where her lessons take place
Off the greenhouse
Off to her space
Where before her lessons
She sits and plays
In the comforts of herself
And the comfort of her ways
When she gets to the greenhouse though
Someone else is there
And in the panic of someone seeing her
She throws herself behind a bush
A stickler bush
And it pricks at her hands
As she sits on the ground
On the ground by the bags of sand
Her hand starts to bleed
And her eyes start to water
She wants to cry out in pain
But falters
When the person inside the greenhouse comes out and looks at her
Down on the ground
With her blood stained, stickler caught hands
And walks over to her and extends his own
So she takes it
Now his hand is covered in sticklers
And they bleed together
On the ground
Hand in hand
By the mounds of bags of sand
Together
Glittery Tears Flow as I Fly in the Wind
Scars on my arms
And scars on my thighs
Glittery tears
In watery eyes
Terrible truths
And terrible lies
Into the wind
Preparing to fly
But falling instead
Onto the concrete
And lying there dead
Alone with me
But then I am found
Alone and half dead
I am walked up to
And the figure has said
You shall not die
No you shall not die
It is not your time
Do not say your goodbyes
And so I awoke in a hospital bed
With IV's and heart monitors
And an aching head
Pages
Thumbtacks pushed into the wall
Holding up a picture from her childhood
Everyday she sits
And stares at the picture of herself
Wondering what changed
Where was that little girl in the picture
Where had she gone
And what happened to the life
She was too ungrateful for to fawn over
She wondered when the page had turned
And how she hadn't noticed
She wondered why she felt the burn of unnoticeable change and truth
Of the loveliness of youth
When
Oh when
Did the page turn
And why had it turned
Why could the reader not read the same page forever
Why oh why
Must she cry
Simply because as the reader reads their book
She inches closer to dying
The Clouds
The clouds waft through the sky
Simply blowing along
Listening to the birds chirp their song
Never feeling
Just floating
Showing off
Until it rains
Thunder
Lighting
Cloudy skies
Gray and heavy like clay
It playfully electrocutes the world
Teasing the earth
With its terrifying games
The Lunatic, The Lover and the Poet
From heaven to earth
From earth to heaven
Determine the worth
Of the the imagination
Eyes meet eyes
And hands to hands
Of the lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Two seeming bodies
But one shared heart
And now return home
Back to the start
Of the life of the lunatic
Sick with envy and hate he grew up
Bile sits with a vile taste in his mouth
Until the taste of the feeling grew too strong
And it broke him to the brink of insanity
But now, having met another lunatic
They sit in one room
Hearts beating together
Now to the start of the lovers
One grew up rich
And one grew up poor
And the poor lad was thrown out the door
Of the castle of the richer lad
Thrown by the father
Assumed of a bother
Never to be seen again
But night by night at the gates did they meet
Until one day the fleeting thought of running away
Passed through his head
And the poorer man had said
"Let us run together to be happy for once."
And the other agreed
And the very next night did they run together
Two bodies of one heart together fully once more
And now to the start of the poet's story
A man grew up as a sweet little boy
And was teased for this fact
And with every scene of horror did he no longer wish to go on
Until his poetry was discovered
And he realized
That it could be
His reason to see
The wonders of life
And love
And death
And one day he met
His fair Juliet
With hair of gold and her heart shared with his
And those are the stories of the lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Two Dead Men
Out on the water
The river
The sea
Dead with you
And dead with me
On a ferry
Out on the water
The river
The sea
Dead together
And death to be
Drowning
In water
In snow
And in peace
Drowning and living
Dying as well
The riptide pulling
Gosh how swell
As I stand
With my feet in the water
The river
The sea
And I step on some seashells
And my feet start to bleed
Together
Just two dead men
Bleeding out in the water
The river
The sea
Welcome to Hell
Hello
Welcome to hell
How swell it is
That we're meeting again
How have you been
Am I insane?
Maybe a little bit
But it's all a game
So the fire of the flame
Is just entertainment to me
And you will be the main act of this circus that I'm the ringmaster of
So welcome to hell
How swell it is
That I can play with you again
Life Goals Bitch
When I grow up
I'm gonna be skinny
And pretty
And a slutty little stoner bitch
In high school
I'll be cool for once
And I'll get passed around
And suck dicks for weed
As the pretty high school stoner slut