| Poetry |
| LOST You look lost, She said to me. Yes, I said back. Lost in thought, Lost in feeling, Need love sought, Need love's healing. |
| BIRD Wings as red as freshly spilled blood, with a beak as yellow as the sun, and eyes as dark as night, This bird brings me fright, and takes away my fun. |
| THE RAVEN With wings as dark as night and eyes and beak to match the raven takes flight as I walk I walk towards my future and the raven accompanies me it lands on my shoulder and perches staring out ahead doesn't even move when the sun starts to rise it just sits, staring, watching waiting waiting for what? I get my answer when it sees my destination in front of us by the morning light and launches off by my ear It is headed in a different direction than I I turn and follow my feathered friend Some may say that ravens bring death but I know that he brought me away from my much too soon visit with the reaper. |
| PERFECT STARS The perfect star is the poison of the mind Never more than a black thought It will torture your soul to the end of time Never more than a black thought in your poisoned mind. The perfect star is Death incarnated Its long black robe swaying in the corner of your brain You wish for to join it But shiver when His hand reaches out for you. The perfect star takes your life and love Leaving you in the perils of your loneliness Your only wish for life comes from others Their need for companionship surpassing yours in leaps. The perfect star can cure your loneliness and pain With a twitch of Death's wrist the poison can take affect Just a thought can end it all, that blackness consuming your life A perfect star can be deadly. |
| EXXON The waves slap the shore I walk through the tide barefoot I don't care anymore The slick oil touches my soul And life destroyed saddens me. |
| ACCESSORIES The black purse that holds your future that holds your past can change your present fast. |
| GOTTA BE PMS sobs wreak my body as tears soak my pillow. I have no right to cry. Yet I do. Not Everybody gets what they want and life's unfair. |
| PURPLE Purple, It was her favorite color, the color of her choice flower, of her most prized piece of clothing, and then you entered her life. with your violet eyes shining bright. She loved you with all her heart. and you broke it in short time. Now she hates anything purple. even slightly lilac. Now she forever wears her black dress-- Six feet under. |