Pollute Me Instead

Together,
We hold our
Porcelain hands against
the angry skies.

Suffocating the land
and its people;
We live in
happiness.

Little regrets
for many of us.
Constant fighting
for all of them.

The after effects
are shaking
the fabrics of
the human race.

Little to do with
much already done.
The air is getting
thicker.

Hard to breath,
just thinking of you.
Sinking deeper into
this hole.

It's hard to say but
I'm already dead.
Polluted by thoughts
in my big head.

Sew-sigh-it-e

On and off,
you can't make
up your mind.
Rain or shine.

The beat is gone,
but you still make
your move.
This isn't write.

The ingredients
are lost, but you continue
to bake your sweets.
It's poison pi.

You don't know
who you're doing
where yew are
why you're hear.

You just do what
they dew;
how they due it.
Out of fear.

Dinner Time

Kruuuhnch
Kraaak
Sssnap

Blood dripping
from the bowl,
as it's placed
before me.

"It's ready,"
she says.
Dinner has
been served.

Your Green Eyes

Why couldn't some-
one tell you?
Fall is not the time
for blossoming.

You were too early.
Ahead of
your class.

With the deadly
winter, right
around the corner.

You didn't
stand a
chance.

All you could
do, was
wither.

Now, you are
here,
back to step one.

With anger,
impatience,
and sorrow.

And me?
You
ask..

I haven't
blossomed
yet.

But my
time
will come..

It's
you
that worries me.

Even though you
posses six more
scars.

And even though
my eyes can turn
green.

Your eyes will
always
be green.

I spite
Mother Nature
for her
cruel ways...

Why couldn't some-
one tell you?
Fall is not the time
for blossoming.

The Wanderer

Bright colors all over;
Quite hard to read..
Your body glows
Tremendously.

In the sun,
I take your hand
"Tell me your secrets,
I'll understand..."

You're a wanderer
You come and go..
Stretching this hole
That I must sew.

"Stay close,
or leave me be.
Just stop this pain,
It's killing me."

I know it, All
but All not know me
"It's for the better,"
I say with glee.

Glancing..

Their eyes, their eyes,
They're all on me.
I cannot escape,
I may not flee.

I'm trapped in this glance
As our eyes align:
I will not allow this,
"She is mine, she is mine."

I hit them Once,
But I mean no harm.
Twice, that is enough.
Third time's the charm...

You're defeated,
So why must you still stare?
Too late to explain yourself,
I will end this eye affair.

Secrets Don't Make Friends

Whisper whisper, whisper whisper
They call me over...
Whisper whisper, whisper whisper
They push me away...
Whisper whisper, whisper whisper