what has become of usthe world is bleak now.
the birds have been silent for centuries.
their beaks are forever locked in a straightjacket hold;
cinching their jaw with the threats of tomorrow.
and the day goes on like a black and white silent film.
we are trapped within the echoing silence.
sunbeams have seemed to collapse upon themselves
and the stars have forgotten how to care anymore.
what scares me most is knowing you can't see it yet.
so in all of your blindness
and sweet insouciant ignorance
(your innocence is a mirror yet unbroken)
i want you to promise me that you will never,
give in to the way the birds sing in the morning.
never submit to the wonderful hues that nature provides.
never care about the way the sun shines brighter through broken glass.
never admit to the way the stars twinkle at the brilliance of our galaxy.
for it is in these things
that are the symptoms of your falling.
don't stare too deeply
doubloon - majestic afand there stood his majesty,
and his duchess's beloved Doubloon.
with bravery of a nightly knight,
and eyes just like the moon.
with a coat of snowy silk,
and a raven black mane,
no one would of questioned,
the beauty that had driven them insane.
adored by the royals,
and even the jest.
no one would deny,
the queen's horse was the best!
known by all the townsfolk,
loved by them too.
showered everyday with gifts,
for their dear horse, Doubloon.
befriended by the peasants,
who cared for him day and night.
no one would've believed
he would cause such a fright!
but one cool crisp night,
a decade after he'd been born,
Doubloon's forehead was bloodied,
by Jove; he'd grown a horn!
for through his lovely, cloudy fur,
a pointed dagger had torn.
and thus, the queen's horse was no horse at all,
Doubloon was a freaking unicorn.
his fur was quickly stained with blood
as it spread throughout his head.
and the once beautiful ivory coat
was now a bloodlusty red.
Doubloon set off through the vil
april 30th - the ghost of nightmares pastthere's a terrifying chill to happiness.
no matter how giddy or joyous you become,
it's always there.
maybe not for some people.
maybe not for anyone.
maybe i'm the only one who feels it.
but i know it's there.
there's just something... horrifying
about being so utterly cheerful
that you cry.
perhaps it's simply the conflict of emotions
that scares me.
but i know that it's not that.
it's my past.
the ghost of my past nightmares is haunting me.
that i was once so
so alone in
it's telling me that
no matter how many ups life has
there will always be more downs.
it's forcing me to believe that
letting myself have a change of heart
will result in more hurt
and those around me.
for i am a ticking time bomb.
just when they think i'm safe
that's what my ghost warns me of.
that even though there's a rainbow
in the sky now
the deadly storm
has yet to come.
april 29th - cycle"roses are red
violets are blue.
sugar is sweet,
and so are you."
anger is red,
depression is blue.
we can't accept defeat,
what happened to you?
blood is red,
bruises black and blue.
revenge tastes sweet,
and i hate you.
but broken hearts are red,
and tears are ocean blue.
our love was sweet,
and god i miss you.