Mockingjay

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

My Replacement

Hilarious, isn't she?
Optimistic and great.
Not a downer or a burden,
I tried to change, but its too late.

She had taken my place,
Don't say I didn't try,
I did all i could to prevent it,
But I lost grip as time went by.

Forget about me,
Make room for her,
You'll do so anyway,
It'll be all a blur.

I won't intrude,
I won't say a thing,
I'll be well behaved,
Even to the annoyance she brings.

The behavior of a child,
An active kleptomaniac,
To think you picked her,
Makes you a total brainiac.

God bless you,
And your most interesting choice,
I don't want to leave,
But i no longer have a voice.

I wish you well,
Be on your way,
But if she ever hurts you,
She'll have hell to pay!

16

What's so special,
About turning a year older?
Your problems are still there,
All you did was grow a little bolder.

What's so sweet about turning 16?
Your responsibilities bury you alive,
Put on them fake smiles, girls,
You'll need em to survive.

Presents and gifts,
Are they what you're waiting for?
Cars and perfumes,
New clothes galore,

Well sorry to burst your bubble,
Life isn't all spotlights and gems,
For those whom live in poverty,
Dreams are but famous brands.

I'm not calling them shallow,
Or calling myself deep,
Its just that I don't see the point,
Of calling others cheap.

So think before you act,
Before someone's really hurt,
Before you sink to that level,
The same with common dirt.

Oh well...

It makes my eyelids heavy,
This waiting game I play,
Death where are you, come find me,
Seems a blasphemous thing to say.

What's done is done,
Theres no going back,
So many regrets,
Its easy to lose track.

What matter's to you?
What matters in life?
Is it worth the trouble?
Is it worth the strife?

A matter of perspective,
Thats what they all say,
It might lead you to justice,
Or lead you astray.

Well some are born lucky,
Some are not,
Some have to work all their lives,
While others wait for it to be bought.

Whatever it is,
Be it luck or fate,
Its up to you to change it,
Before its too late.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

My Candyland

Bite off their heads,
Before they attack,
Gummy bears of all colors,
Break those hearts of black.

Jellies and tarts,
Poisons and traps,
Beware of the Candyman,
He still wears his old straitjacket straps.

This weird and enchanting world,
A fantasy turned foul,
Where nothing is as it seems,
Where carnivorous taffy vines do prowl.

He makes molten hot chocolate acid,
Rain from candycane skies,
Dissolving stone paths,
Ignoring human cries,

Snakes of red and green,
Seek and destroy,
Till there's nothing left,
They go searching for a new toy.

Onward my creations,
He cackles in glee,
Seeing how many lives he's destroyed,
Makes him oh so happy.





Surrender

The lost of something you never had,
Can you still feel its pain?
That feeling, when you have nothing left,
Oh, how sweet the sound of the mourning rain.

Worthlessness, it burns in my mind,
Those foul words run deep,
When you can't please the world,
When you're dreams are all asleep.

Asleep or in a coma?
Will they ever wake up again?
Are they dead beyond revival?
Or have your hopes been slain?

Is there any use in trying anymore?
When you know you are going to fail?
I no longer have the strength,
All i can do, is tell my tale.



Monday, March 5, 2012

Sweet Lullaby

My nostalgic melody,
The sweet pain of the past,
Back when all was right,
But nothing was meant to last.

My symphony of sorrow,
Of which tears do accompany,
The steady flow of memories,
Passes by continuously.

My most painful rhapsody,
Plays ever so slowly,
Note by note it taunts me,
Yet i can't do anything to stop it.

My everlasting concerto,
Hand in hand, away we twirled,
Griped me tight with ice cold hands,
Swaying to the curses of the world.

My haunted sonata,
Nightmares come to life,
Reminding me of my past deeds,
Bringing with it, the sharpest knife.

My last serenade,
The song without words,
Where one fades into the light,
While clinging on to life's last chords.





Thursday, March 1, 2012

What brought the fire...

A storm of fire,
Floods through her veins,
Beams fell apart,
Leaving blood stains.

Screams and cries,
Fill the night air,
What's Alice to do?
Their fate, shall she share?

Go Alice,
Run from the fire,
Through the ashes,
Before the flames get higher.

The only survivor,
All of them dead,
No where to go,
Was this all in her head?

Her mind is destroyed,
Wonderland's in ruins,
Couldn't accept their deaths,
The fire couldn't have done them in.

Thats what she kept saying,
Thats all she talked about,
No one believed her,
She was sent to be sorted out.

A decade in a madhouse,
Still did no good,
The asylum was useless,
The hallucinations she withstood.

A doctor so sinister,
None would have guessed,
He tried to hypnotize her,
To forget the rest.

The clues, an ignorant child,
Would have easily missed,
But once an adult,
Was easy to list.

Fragment after fragment,
She pieced on her own,
With the help of her wonderland,
Now a ruthless killzone.

Monsters replaced strange beings,
Cats, flowers and cards,
Now guardians of the realm,
Similar to asylum wards.

After numerous kills,
Each enemy resembled,
A person she'd met,
Both worlds then crumbled.

Liar, fraud, murderer!
That voice in her head did yell,
The doctor was hiding something,
A secret he never did tell.

A grudge so deep,
He couldn't forgive,
He snuck in the mansion that night,
He won't let them live.

He went to the library,
A firetrap waiting to happen,
The flames engulfed all the paper,
It was too late when they awakened.

He killed her sister,
Before the fire,
Died to unknown causes he told them,
That bloody liar!

His final plan,
His last wicked scheme,
Was to erase Alice's memories,
And sell her to bastards that were just as mean.

But that didn't happen,
He didn't expect what was next,
For in the next poem,
You'll know what he finally gets.