The Introvert.

She lies there, computer in hand.
Hoping for a new message, or maybe an I.M
But no one talks to her,
None the less, she stays on the computer,
 til her eyes are bloodshot,
and her knuckles sore.

Layogenic

Layogenic

 

When you’re in infatuated with someone,

 Everything seems so far away,

So beautiful, and magical

But when you take steps closer,

Everything becomes unclear,

And messy.

You want love, but you try to avoid it,

It just doesn’t want to work out.

So you take steps back,

And everything seems more interesting,

And less intense again

But will you ever be happy,

With love so far away?

Werewolf avoidance

Werewolf avoidance

 

In a dream, there was a werewolf.

Vivid beast corrupt my sweet dream,

I can no longer look back,

I’m running, I’m being chased,

They’re trying to get me.

I scream, but no one is here with me,

I’m lost and alone,

I’m hanging from the edge of heaven.

The sins from my youth surround me,

The troubles I faced, the pain, the despair.

The cruel voice in my head telling me to let go,

But my heart telling me to stay strong

The hurt that the head forgets,

The heart will always remember,

The hold that the hand regrets

 

(Carina round-do you, last four lines. no copyright intended.)

Cosmic sorrow

Cosmic Sorrow

 

A falling star fell from your heart,

You left me in the dark,

I scream aloud,

Walking down an icy grave,

Leading to my darkened soul

You bring silent heartache.

When you leave, my heart is sore,

I’ll pray my way through the rain.

One day I’ll be singing

“Oh, happy day”

Until then, I’ll have to deal with

A man who is deranged,

Sorrow flowed through me.

I break down easy,

But ill shake you off.

And one day, be free of this madness.

 

The wild things

The wild things

 

Try, and stay away from where the wild things play,

They’ll chase you down; they might devour you with one bite.

They’ll make you think they just want to play,

But then they’ll cook you, over an open fire,

Everything tastes better that way, they’ll say.

You’ll try to escape, but how,

You think to yourself.

You decide to tell them a story,

It’s about how many more and wonderfully juicy kids there are,

They’ll ask, “Why are you telling us this secret?”

Well that’s what friends do, you’ll say with a smirk.

They tie you up, and run to the magical place you’d told them about,

With all the scrumptious children.

But what they didn’t know, is that you aren’t too fond of hygiene,

So therefore your fingernails were so long and sharp,

That you cut right through that thick rope,

And escaped.

“I am the king of the Wild things” you’ll shout,

And runaway with excitement and enthusiasm.

 

This night sky.

This night sky

 

Laying upon the ground, earth below me,

And the sky above me.

When you look up at the big open sky,

You don’t have a care in the world,

That colossal universe surrounds you,

It makes you think about things.

Why am I here?

Who could have possibly made such a magnificent thing?

It’s like a dream,

You’re never really sure if you are really there,

If you’re really alive, can it really be possible.

But then you feel the earth, and all its gloriousness,

And you know that you’re awake, and more than alive.

love, lost

She ran away,
no more empathy in her heart,
her soul, vacant, and empty,
She could not forgive her past,
And her future was not so promising.

She wanted to fill her body with love,
But all the suitors were meaningless,
Cruel, and heartless.

All she wanted was love.
why could she not have it?