The Weather

You are the angel of winter,
The blizzard that sends out cries,
It gets colder and colder,
So full of lies.

You are the beauty of the fall,
The wind that kills all the leaves,
You destroyed them all,
Not by ordinary means.

You are the heart of spring,
Blooming thorns from flowers,
Which no voice can sing,
Or stop your hunger.

You are the sun shared in the summer,
Burning everything you touch,
Till nothing’s any longer,
You’ve ruined so much.

Fire Scorpion

When a scorpion catches on fire,
It stings itself to death,
When you feel like you’ve lost your heart’s desire,
You turn everything into an even bigger mess.

Loner

If I were a loner,
I’d take on that road,
And let it be my only friend,
But . . . I’m not a loner, am I?
I have too much that I can’t leave behind,
And I should be thankful for that,
And I am, I shall, I will be,
Thankful for that,
Because I know . . . I am not alone.

Deadly temptations

Life was murdering me,
Death was haunting me,
The blade tempted me,
But the thorns persuaded me.

*NOTE: still looking for original artwork and time is running out. this had a drawing to go with it too. nothing makes sense anymore...

I Am Me + artwork

So I’m rebellious,
Live it,
Learn it,
Loathe it!!!
And now,
You can leave it.

*since this is a short one I'll get straight to the point.*
~This is a note I found. It's still posted on my wall from when I was sixteen I think. Another memory that has yet to be stored.~

plus, plus, plus...

while looking around for my original artwork dedicated to TL, I stumbled upon this...



something I used to do back in the day :)

Untrustworthy Guardian

A second side of the mind,
That’s happily watching over you . . .

Is your conscious mind made of darkness?
The reason you are so glad,
Stand by your side in times of emptiness,
Or are you just going mad?

Can you really trust the guardian within you?

Grief

Your death, I denied, your life, I despised,
I’m not grieving for you,
I was filled with anger, your absence made me weaker,
I’m not grieving for you,
I was living in fear, with you no longer here,
I’m not grieving for you,
I feel guilty; during your presence I was lazy,
I’m not grieving for you,
Sick with depression, this obsession,
I’m not grieving for you,
In the end all you get is . . . emotionless,
I am grieving for you.