Dear Old Rickety TreeOld rickety tree,How do you stay up,As you sway in the breeze?Your leaves fall to the ground.And yet you continue toStay alive year round.
SometimesSometimesThe biggest trees grow nearThe power lines.
BackstabI'm right behind you.I won't lend a hand.I won't speak at all.I'm right behind you.Just hoping you'd fall.
AbusedCut my throat.With the blades of your love.
The House That WasBreak the windows,Pull up all the floor boards,Rip out the cords.The house that wasIn my small, swollen heartWas now torn apart.
QuiltThere was once a girlWho started a quilt.After a whileShe stopped out of guilt.Guilt of not tellingWhat she felt inside.What she does to her wristShe felt she should hide.Those feelings continuedIt lasted a while.Until one dayWhen she let herself smile.
Why Push Yourself?Sometimes all it takesIs the floor dragging you toYour knees, remindingYou of your limitations;Listen closely - don't push them.
Enraged AdmirerMeasure the shape of my heartAnd realise the potential of myLove that's shrouded in silence.Afar is where I am, watching youKiss her while I boil with jealously.
Inside My CageTilt your head back, look at the stars twinkle,Never look at me, gaze at the nightly angel.I'll strip away my repulsive façade,Five, four, three, two....Close your eyes tight, I'll stab you with my striking vile.Egocentric, muffled with paranoia;Despicable, detached from decency.I'm the void, the space between you and your dreams;I'll drag you down, witness the vivid blaze of my torture,I'll hallucinate you, seduce and fabricate.So get lost, get away, run and never look back,'Cause I'm a ticking time bomb, I'll cripple you broken;Go away, let me stay, your charming illusion,I'll be your masked angel, caged in my ugly desires.(G.L)-Inside My Cage
Entrancing HourMidnight fever approaches;Inspiration is at an all time high,Not caring if you're young or old;All that matters is everlasting passion.
My Biggest SecretAlthough you may find meSmiling shyly, losing myselfIn the wild chaos of theOutside world, there's oneThing you can't pick up on.Inwardly I'm screaming,Screaming to be appreciatedAnd loved by somebody.It's only natural seekingAttention for all the rightReasons; I just want to beOne of the fortunate people.Is that too much to ask?
Hunger For ReadingWould it come as a surpriseThat I devour books easily likeThe chocolate you find so damnIrresistible? Fresh taste isAll I ever asked for, all IEver wanted - I'm an eagerConnoisseur in the making.I browse with hungry eyes;It's like I'm at an all youCan buffet, unsure of whatTo get - my expectations soHigh that I can rival anyone.Maybe my thirst is not easy,Perhaps it's so unquenchableThat it cannot be satisfied.
Impulsive InstinctsMy heart pumps blood andYet I'm deathly pale; dark cloudsShielding me from life.
Weapons Of FantasyIf you find yourselfFacing an enemy, beSure to cast magic.
Centre Of AttentionMy skirts move with eachGraceful twirl; all eyes on meAs I fly, soar, leap.
Island Of DreamsLagoon of dreams, foamingInvisible streaks that ensnare.Zealous hearts explode in suchAvid ambitions for the future.
The Woes Of Spartan 117Her painful absenceAffects him; it's so bad heTalks to his shadow.
Not Too HappyThe crash of thunderCracks like the snap of a whip,Ghostly lights leaves soMany ripples on my skin;Thor, please can you calm thy tits?
ProdI'll stick my inkInto your heart,Just hoping to come outWith a good piece of art.