Let’s escape the crowd
Too many voices so loud
Let’s escape their sight
Too many wandering eyes
I can’t deal with all of these people around me
I’d rather we have our own private party
Let’s escape
Just give me the time and place
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Ready Now?
Would you let me try again?
Do you think I’m ready now?
Now that I’ve grown
And I can see how
I cannot control,
I cannot resist.
Can you give me the chance
To show you what you missed…?
Ice Queen
Ice queen
Cold and icy
Sweet like ice cream
Dripping icing
Frozen, I see
Rough waters underneath
Melt me
And I scream
Loyal to Sadness
Do you ever feel p o w e r l e s s ?
Like everything is j u s t a m e s s . . .
If everybody feels this way
Why doesn’t anyone act like it?
If everyone is feeling down
Why do they smile and never frown?
You may not know true happiness
But you also know nothing about true sadness.
Dive deep in
Show them how you feel
otherwise
your sadness is not real.
How many times did you laugh today?
How many upbeat “hello’s” did you say?
You say you’re sad, but you ain’t.
“Feeling blue” is just a picture you paint.
You’re not sad
Don’t lie
You sleep with sadness on the side
Yet you hold hands with happiness for pride
You’re flirting with happiness in the light
Yet you dream of sadness every night.
You are not loyal to sadness
You do not deserve its deep blue depth.
You are not loyal to sadness
So don’t pretend to be upset.
You are not sad, you are not happy
Y o u a r e n o t h i n g
Y o u a r e p o w e r l e s s
Graveyard Walk
Take a graveyard walk down memory lane
See all I had to lose, in order to ever gain
See the broken bones and the lifeless hearts
See the sacrifices made, in search of a new start
This tombstone here is so special to me
Lay down roses and imagine what could be
Lay down letters that will never be returned
Lay down sage, light a match and let it burn
The ghosts wander waiting and listening for prayers
Tell them all my secrets I am willing to share
Tell them scary stories about my own waking life
Tell them there is better reason to fear the day, than to fear the night.
Murder Scene
***WARNING: GORY HALLOWEEN POEM***
The detective enters the room
and instantly senses an aura of gloom.
Splashes of crimson red
across the room, it’s spread
all over the walls and floor.
He searches closer for more.
There is no body here,
yet the evidence is clear.
In the center of the room: a chair
He circles around it with a piercing stare
Coiled around it are heavy chains and handcuffs
Furrowing his eyebrows in disgust
Continuing to further explore
JUMPS when he hears a knock on the door
coming from the closet, he sees
doorknob is rattling, now he’s weak in the knees
“HELP!” a woman’s voice shrieks
The door swings wide open, and what does he see?
A skeleton hangs, flesh melted to the ground
A hand reaches and takes the detective down.
Thin Line
There’s a thin line between love and hate
between purpose and mistake
between randomness and fate.
There’s a thin line between fear and desire
between lower and higher
between water and fire.
Like a balance beam, I walk the line
seeing the similarity of both sides.
Blurred it becomes and I must admit
that this thin line does not truly exist.
