- Phantom*

Soaring away.

I don't know what to say besides I am decapitated in every way
shape or form
every frustration
every wound that bursts open
It is yet to bloom
before I am pulled under
and who will catch me when I am down on the crescent shaped moon
'cause you can't see me from way up here
even when my feet dangle from the ridged edges
slowly, but fortunately
I am dismembering
my life is no longer before me.

A world of my own.

Long I stood
In the blistering weather
As the lights began to dim
Only the stars would be my source of light
And there I had thought
With my train of imagination
I have gathered all that I treasured
Along with me it would come.

To where I chose
I am floating like a bubble sporadically
To a place where I know I want to go
My very own world
Where I am its creator
A peaceful surface with no disapproval
High in purity to its fullest
It sparks some imperfections
But they are the least bit to worry about.

There won't be any reason to
Dishonesty no longer lingers
Integrity stands at its best
What is the best part?
That this work of art
Is something that I would like to grow
And it could be every ones home
Not just mine.

Missing your loved ones when they despair?

When you think you're alone
like your life is a massive storm
full of thunder that is scary
and the wind blows tensely
all of the memories that held you close
but everything is falling apart at once
you are falling to pieces
you have been from the very start
but no one seems to notice
From the moment you are born
no one realizes you
they never get to see the true person you are
until you are buried beneath the grass
then they have the audacity to say they miss you
that's just the sickest part.