sickpoet

My knees will crumble They Crash, break, they stumble. But in my head, I know they'll grow back I'll walk and I'll run, and one day I'll dance. But as I go down on my knees, fall, I pray I pray not to dance,  not run sing or play. But I pray for control, to have over my feelings a license I pray I can can grow, grow a con-science.

I wait for the vibrating The phone clutched to my side I see your name, your picture dear, There's a sparkle in my eye. I expected something a little more A little more close to heart Your words don't match my feelings I feel a little hurt However I know it's not meant It's the little things that I lack Just knowing that you're there for me Would ease the pain a lot But i've recently come to decide The reason I bare the pain, I've wanted to say this for a while, But I'm in love again.

 The sun rises Early, The cold winter breezes in I clutch my knees. Fear. I know it's coming. An angry battle cry Represents new light However, Darkness Would be preferable to new light If it meant that I could spend more time With the kings and queens Loves I had now lost Even on the mountains Bird? Or devil

It took a tornado To rip through the meeting That caused a panic a stir A wonderful feeling A feeling that made One look to another Creating a bond Like a child and a mother's Then what happened, A most wonderful thing The cat on the table Grew marvelous wings Then a deep voice Made us turn around To see the old butler Wearing a crown I turned to my colleagues Asked, why the change? Thus answered a voice, High squeaky and strange It is I the mouse! With the magical things Gave wings to the cat Make the butler a king It is I the mouse With the magical things It is I the mouse That could change everything.

It began with loss This story, echoes my life, The cheater, the lover, the one who gave too much. Karma. As I lay In my well deserved paranoia I think. I remember all the hearts I broke, feelings, I tossed aside, Now I lay may heart in tatters, I feel, useless. The only thing that spurs me on Is my ability to speak My fluent tongue, A hissing snake An articulate beast. Lies. I say i tell not many, As my eyes they back me up Using my eyes to my advantage Beautiful terrible globes. Taking advantage of the naive Respect is all but lost I feel something I have never felt. Guilt. Hatred. For myself.

the mirrow twists and turns ever changing shape solid almost liquid ever changing state reason all but lost logic left to die conform all you can open up the mind none of this you can imagine none that you can feel unless you lie back and accept being eaten by surreal

the girl in the corner quiet and shy a life of torture left her no tears to cry she was left hurt alone in the dark for them to laugh at them breaking her heart the girl in the corner who nobody knew was alone that night and it happend to soon a knife she brought straight to her throat her life has in shatters no smiles and no hope she lay alone not discoverd for hours they werent laughing then the bullies the cowards. this is for nikki

the strings in controll strings ripped from a heart a lifeless wood frame delicatley carved but what if the carpenter did more than he should? what if the carpenter used more then just wood? the puppet sprang up its strings still lose wrapped its self round its maker created a noose the carpenter choked stumbled and fell he'd created a beast to be rivaled in hell so out of the window the puppet jumped high sprang on to the wall laughter , eerie and high cackled the words thank you my maker to devil or craftsman one would hope the later he ran through the town not making a sound nothing would stop him 'till a victim