Reep-Ree

Loved ones will always fade away from you. A million is no longer a million. I have adjusted to the red rivers, Rivers of blood that follow my visit. Those caught up in their futures end sooner. Immortality is a complex myth, A lie that grows 'til it is true to some. Only a select few gain that status. Death rejuvenates the living anew. Yet those fools continue to mourn the dead, They just do not realize that death helps them. I will prevent overpopulation. I continue in peace with what I know; That eternity will last forever.

If people took the time, To pull they're head out of the sky, They'd see that there is more to me Then will ever meet their eyes. They'd realize that we could've been friends, If they'd only stop to think. Think that life was more than looking good, Or putting others down. I wish they would effect me, But tragically they do, They torture me and all I have to say is: I hope they BURN. They've done nothing but mock me, And my unusual interests, And love for my drawings. They don't deserve to live. The world would be better off, If they crawled back under their rocks And DIED. I, for one, wouldn't miss them. They've change my

Your words fall - glass teardrops, smashing. I step on the shards, testing the pain they produce, and red-bloomed beads blossom from the scars. I cling to your sleeves, gasping for air         (you are my                  orange-glowing lifeline), rest on your heart and whisper pleas into the empty spaces. Light leaps off your hair, a golden-yellow halo. I laugh - manic       with irony, and you look at me with ice-cream eyes. You mutter and no green promise curls around your words. Only the breeze of desert lies colour your lips and hide your ribs. I search for words to pierce your blue-paper excuses and tea

I have a little daughter, In my heart the spark of light. Shes innocent and humble, Sweet and loving, kind. But yesterday she asked me, "If you're my Mum, Whos Dad?" It breaks my heart to tell her, I cant say the honest answer. Because he was a romance, That never really lasted. I met him in the pouring rain, We had a little fun. I sent hundreds of letters, He sent me only one. So being such a coward, I lied to her instead. "Your Daddy was a good man, But he died of a illness." She'll never know her Father, Like I never knew mine. But at least she has a Mother, But at least she has a Mother. But at least she has a Mother