Snow

Beautiful and so elegant,
These crafts of Jack Frost,
Whom never ceases to amaze,
We gaze in wonder, but to what cost?

Outstretched were her bare arms,
Her breath shrouding her in mist,
Lost in this winter wonderland,
A delusional girl makes her wish.

Trails of blood and sleet and snow,
Was what she left behind,
A frozen smile plays on her chapped lips,
Amongst the snow is where she would die.

They settle in her disheveled hair,
Snowflakes on her ghostly pale skin,
Turning her legs almost blue,
Yet she still wore a grin.

Freedom in this land of white,
Was more than she could ever wish for,
While back in the asylum,
Her door would be locked forever more.

Dancing until her legs turned numb,
She falls into a mound of snow,
She looks up at the sky above,
And watched as the ice cold wind blows.

It was the most beautiful thing,
That she had ever seen,
However it also the most deadly,
The definition of beauty, turned mean.

One by one,
They fell on her face,
Till they suffocated her,
And left not a trace.

Beautiful and so elegant,
These crafts of Jack Frost,
Whom never ceases to amaze,
We gaze in wonder, but to what cost?

David

You were beautiful,
You were smart,
Future blindingly bright,
But then you began to fall apart.

You had the world at your feet,
A celebrity at your school,
But then you started ditching classes,
And became the class fool.

Summoned by the principle,
More than once or twice,
Detentions and suspensions,
For getting into stupid fights.

That respectable image,
You worked so hard to build,
Went up in flames,
When you started taking drugs and pills.

Disowned out of shame,
You moved out into the streets,
Settled in the red light district,
And became a hacker and a thief.

It all started with that girl,
A demon in a skirt,
She took you for a ride,
And made your life a blur.

You fell fast,
You fell hard,
For that lying bitch,
Who played you for a car.

She broke your heart,
And left just like that,
But you never recovered,
And just fell flat.

See in this set of words,
That you are still being cared for,
I'm not done with you yet,
So don't you dare walk out that door.

We'll figure it out,
We always do,
But never forget,
That I'll always love you.

If walls could speak

If these walls could speak,
What would they say?
Would they breathe kind words?
Or would they taunt me everyday?

What would they see? i wonder,
Desperation? Agony? Fear?
Or the lonely mistress of pain,
Shedding yet another tear?

Would they speak of hidden blood stains?
Covered by that rug of midnight blue,
Or gossip about where the hidden razor was,
Behind the flowers where the Amaranth plant grew.

Would they whisper of the girl,
That locked herself in her room?
That kept breaking things and clawing stuff,
Till everything was in pieces, even the broom.

Would they say she was mad?
Insanity at its worse?
Or take pity on a tortured mind,
And speak of ways to end her curse?

Would they be angered by her deeds?
They themselves covered in her blood,
Will they ever mention the tale of the girl?
Of she who died and the fallen flower bud. 

Maybe never again...

Within my shattered heart,
Lay broken pieces of glass,
Reflecting past loves,
Love that didn't, couldn't, ever last.

After such failure,
After such hurt,
Was it really me?
Or them treating me like dirt...

That little voice,
In the back of my mind,
Keeps replaying everything,
Agonizing moments rewind.

Do not love,
Do not trust,
Is that really the answer?
Or will that turn me to dust?

I looked in the mirror,
I see a girl thats insecure,
Maybe what I couldn't see,
Was a heart that grew bitter.

To everyone else,
I'm a disappointment, a joke,
I had no friends,
Even hated by my folks.

I was trash in the eyes of the world,
But trash wasn't meant to be loved,
Probably I don't even deserve such thing,
Heck, I'm certain hell'd fit me like a glove.