Dream CatcherBeneath the moon and sun,You're the only one.I stare and glare upon,Your face in sky is gone.I look around,You're nowhere to be found.Until...I heard you sing a song,And I try to sing along.Then doves hover above your head,That creates monsters beneath my bed.Monsters that devour my dreamsMonsters that will not heed my screamsThen
You paint your roses green,Their leaves are unseen.I ask, "Why is that?"Your reply is, "Why not?"The thorns dig dip through my veins.The petals are clouding up my brain.From there
I fall deep into slumber,To be with you forever...
Black in whiteShe was full of scornShe was hiding in her cocoonShe needed to fly,Within two days she'll die.Soar down,Sink upon.She was reaching for the sun,And she turned her eyes against the moon.They saw her as delicate,But she was stained with hate.Good day, moonlightGood night, sunlight.She burnt the water,And she got soaked in fire.She rose up, and falteredShe grew up waryFound pain in happinessFelt glad when hopelessShe mastered agony,While kept enticing serenity.She flowed through misery,Then she found a beautiful eternity.She found hate in love through beauty of life,And saw a colorful black in white.
If I wereWhat if I were a boy?I grew up thinking I was a boy. I often asked my mom, "Why can't I have those dangling things in between my friends' leg? Is it going to show up one day?""I don't think they are." She told me. I always believed I was a boy until my grandmother told me I wasn't. If I were a boy, I would be a passionate lover, not a heartless bitch.My dad used to take me to the arcade, quite frankly, he sucked. He wanted a boy for his first baby, but sadly, hey, I was born. My mom liked to dress me up as if I were a doll. Although I never liked it, I always smiled and lied that I loved it. "Awww!!! You are so cute!" she said with a sweet, smiling face. My dad, however, liked to buy shirts and pants for me, no skirts and dresses. If I were a boy, I might end up liking fairy tales, and I would be dreaming I was a prince, instead of dreaming I was the dragon who will burn the hell out of your village.My gran
My Horror in Your HonorMend a broken glass, Nobody will recognize it in a glance.Repair a fallen blue petal, Then everything will be fatal.This four-line poem, Figure it on your own.The message is for you, Only for you and you alone
The truth isDon't ask my name, for no one will bother to remember it. Do you know that when I walk by, someone will come running? It's not what you think, someone will come running away like a little girl chasing after her balloon. Who knows? I could be the girl, and you could be the balloon."Hey!! Look this is funny. Oh!! Why is there a "goodnight" written on that?" she said, laughing. I laughed as well. Can you believe that I had love her forever because of that? I know... I know how you feel too. I never did plan on telling her I was leaving, I never did for everyone, because I didn't want to think I was when I know I am. I was being selfish.And yet I'm stuck here...What makes the sky during night so big? The stars. I named one after him. Years past, he told me those stars weren't the same as before. His words were like guns pointed directly on the left part of my chest.