Dusty fingers move quickly,
When they are sickly.
Clean Fingers make haste,
because they don't have the time to waste.
Lopsided FeelingTears run down my face, I cry
Inside and out but you dont know why
It because of your skull of steel
That my thoughts dont turn your wheel
Im weakened and starved by your words
But that doesnt meant Ill allow my flesh to be eaten by the birds
I amI am the child that waits
I am the child that fears
I am the child that worries you'll never be here.
I am the teen that hits
I am the teen that cries
I am the teen who is always asking 'Why?'.
I am the adult that works
I am the adult that fears
I am the adult of the child that waits for me to be there.
Excerpt From FB Fan-FictionThree hundred sixty two days, Kyou reminded himself with an indifferent voice.
The cat couldnt figure out that out of everyone that he could never see again, why did she have to go. Why did she have to leave him in the shadows. Why couldnt she stay? Within his mind he kept replaying the scenario constantly over and over again in his brain even though he knew the answer. The carrot top shook his head fervently trying to shake the images of her delicate kind face from his head. He was foolish to love her, to care for her, and to try to protect her.
To try and defy God...
The wind blew solemnly tossing hair in his face. Closing his eyes he let stray strands of hair tickle his furrowed brow. Fat puffy grey beasts rolled around the sky soaking up its moisture, they growled with pleasure as they began to approach the Sohma residence. Just as the young man stood up and began to file out curses towards the clouds he heard the petite slam of a d
What a Wonderful WorldI’m noticing things
I didn’t before;
Things that I
Just can’t ignore.
Kids getting shot
For the colour of their skin,
Loving being treated
As though it’s a sin.
Sexism running like blood
Through the veins of the media,
Kids killing kids
In High School Hysteria.
People dying instead of
Being who they are,
Children getting shot down
As they reach for the stars.
Faith forming the target
For society’s arrow,
You’re either in too deep
Or you’re way too shallow.
The faithful using the Prince of Peace
To excuse their hatred,
And yelling ‘terrorist!’
At the followers of Mohammed.
Women walking the streets at night
With fear in their hearts,
Men being told to ‘man up’
When their soul is in parts.
Children starving to death
In the land of plenty,
Bigots with medieval views
In the twentieth century.
Chrysalis...Chrysalis... by David Nicholas
As I grab food from the fridge, I can’t help but glance
At “Welcome to Holland”; a renowned autism stance
Gives a message that life’s gift ain’t always perfect
But teaches to embrace what some may call a “defect”.
Sure, platitudes are nice, but simply not enough
To describe a life I should call complex and tough
Please, sit by the fire and feel warmth’s sweet kiss
Share a drink with me and allow me to reminisce.
I can hear enraged wails echo through the homestead
Clearly see walls soaking fierce thuds from my head
Always felt like a ticking bomb when left alone
Never sure when I’d explode, having no comfort zone.
As time vanished like air and I struggled to adjust
I was off to school; I’ll summarise it thus
Italy was of family, of freedom from dangers
I was left in Holland, left at the mercy of strangers.
My sham social skills only got me in trouble
While books further shrunk the size of my b
Bathroom passI never get to pee on this planet
They make me pee in a stupid bowl
Eyes bear this planet through space
The bees will sting your very soul
Wear the wolf
Be the brave
Be the bear
That owns the cave
If you ever take the form of slave
I will pee inside your grave
The TigerYou are a childish boy,
Nothing more than my chew toy.
An ignorant youth acting all tough and enraged -
It is easy to taunt the tiger when it is declawed and caged.
And I try to stay quiet, and I try to stay kind,
But the kitty has grown up and doesn't want to stay confined.
I keep the tiger hidden though it is meant to be outside...
But when it gets free there will be nowhere you can hide.
You play this game as though you can keep the tiger in your hutch,
But you're a cowardly child who deserves to be treated as such.
You are only in power so long as the tiger stays quiet,
Chooses not to fight and not to try shit.
And you, so stupid so as to think you can
Beat me and treat me like the kitten I was when this began.
This abusive ring will end, and of this you can be sure,
Because the tiger is picking the lock as you spit in its fur.
And as you grab my tail and poke me with your metal stick,
Don't forget that I can turn the tables just as quick.
And with a growl I will warn you to just s
Here's my stupid homeworkThe poem is the scaffold
For stories not yet told
Wire frame of word song
For tickets not yet sold
The poem is the camera
When stillness starts to shatter
Splashing spells from one true well
Being well is all that matters
Don't blame your professors
They don't even know
The truth behind these stupid words
Is that our eyes actually glow
All the ancient teachers knew
What reason bear is telling you
Then Aristotle came around
And they put this truth in the ground
One of those cool ancient guys
Wrote of light seen bursting from eyes
The eyes belonged to his best pal
But could have been any animal
When his buddy's skull got smashed
Two eyes saw the truth of one
When this check is finally cashed
We go back home - to the sun
When Alexander banged his gong
They began to teach a different song
Now all the books on every shelf
Are mirrors that blind me from myself
Why don't we see light in eyes
It seems to be just in the skies
Reason bear is always right
Why on earth would light see light?
Bring back bomb vest hugsSince we can't always be 'F' ing
Don't let yourself get 'U' ed
Try to get better at 'C' ing
Show one finger to the 'K' ing
Dead FriendI fell asleep with both eyes open
under a cloth of slothful calm
after I stripped out of my own skin.
I sought asylum with salmon in slalom
of grizzlies' grip. I am a volcanic
yawn short of insomnal salaam.
When I preyed on neighborly original sin
in networked whorls of grey neural lobes,
I fell asleep with both eyes open
to dreams mirrored on spinal columns
and woke to the chorus of a ringtone hymn.
Fighting silence with salmon in slalom,
I cradled the phone like a totem,
hid it like a corpse under a cushion
serially stripped of its own skin.
The phone call was from a mom
infantizing a son; to countertop it
I yawn short of insomnal salaam.
But I am pretty, pretty angry, angry broken,
broken awake from a phone contact harem
before I fall asleep with both eyes open
Solar spooningEyes are burning today
You're better off this way
Two eyes are never alone
I'm the wholly ghost
That rocks your bones
Eyes only work in pairs
We're already everywhere
Two eyes are never alone
I'm the lucky light
That jumps your bones
My dreams always come true
Eyes never die
We sleep beneath starry skies
Heavy light inside your bones
I just wish that we could be alone
Two eyes are never alone
Two eyes spy that stupid third eye
We are NOT alone
Take it out then ask me why
Now my dear we can be alone
I just smashed your stupid third eye phone
SnailI’d of thought I’d gotten over it,
In a moment, heck! A beat,
But the sudden contradictory,
I’m halted at my feet.
If delayed a single second,
Maybe put off by the rain?
I'd be merry - you'd be breathing,
I could skip along again.
But the hurtful truth is heavy,
Like a hammer to a nail,
Forgiving isn’t easy,
With my foot upon the -