2nd-Chance

I know you love me. But you don't. I see it in the words you don't let yourself speak. You keep me safe, hold me tight, the way you hold her. You call me darling, call me dear. Why? I'm not what you want. Not what you need. I'm not her. Not yours. Not even mine. But me, well, I'll be okay. I'll be okay. I'll be okay.

I watched as they killed a stranger On the night of a thousand dreams. I'm afraid that I am in danger After all of the things I have seen. That night of a thousands dreams Has sent me spiraling to hell. After all of the things I have seen, I'm caught in my fear's magic spell. And while I descend into hell The perps will surely give chase, And to see that my guilt is dispelled They'll see that I too am "erased." I know that they will give chase, And I wish that I could run away, But they'll always want me erased Until the end of my days… Oh, if only I could run away… But I know there'll always be danger Until the e

The soft sun rises as I sleep. My dreams are not persuaded. The skies outside are looking bleak. I am a broken antique. My body has degraded. The soft sun rises as I sleep. I feel cold creeping for my feet. It is never satiated. The skies outside are looking bleak. Curled up in my bed, I look so weak. All my visions remain jaded. The soft sun rises as I sleep. The sweet virus has me beat. My dreams of wonder have faded. The skies outside are looking bleak. Unconsciousness and I don't meet. My dreams tonight are belated. The soft sun rises as I sleep, But skies outside are looking bleak.

Poetry, as a whole, is a craft Best left for people with glasses. They can better see the moon shining And can write of it shining silver, Albeit cryptically, with big words So the rest of us can listen. However, I've noticed that many don't listen To the learned peoples' craft Because they don't see the silver Hidden behind the big words. Maybe they are the ones who need glasses. Then they too will be shining Under a moon that is shining, And then finally they will listen To the old folks with glasses. And they should. Their craft Is full of big, important words Worth their weight in silver. And these people collect silver

The silence between your words Tells more than you know. As you pause, think, Say, I think, and think, and think. I see your eyes flutter Between sentences And between thoughts full of Spaces. Where you have no words, I find your true meaning. And between Our bodies while we embrace Lay all the things we've never said.

Subconscious; Dreamland Walkers I lied down to sleep. Didn't know how it would work, Tapping into something powerful, Frightening, Not mine to harness. So tired… Dreamland. What do I dream? I want to dream now, Escape, run, leave into A wandering existence. Can't be alone… Where did I go? Lost, always moving towards Nowhere. Always going, never Here. They don't want me Intruding on their reality. Two? It's me, but it isn't Really me, unpacking myself, Things I'd never thought I'd say, never thought I'd Think. A mirror of my thoughts. I'm afraid… What will come out? I want him gone, the Angry, bitt

1) It's poorly written. Stephen King can back me up on SMeyer being a horrible writer. 2) Those are not vampires, they're sparkly fags. And by fag, I don't mean gay, I mean fag. 3) Edward is a 107 year old virgin. Can you say pathetic? 4) Bella has no redeeming qualities; she's a very weak main character. Physically she isn't strong. She can't run away right even; she trips too much. She's not smart, either, she's almost brain dead (come on, how long did it take her to figure out Edward was a vampire again?). She's not very pretty. She's not nice; she treats her friends horribly, and wants nothing to do with normal boys who aren't monsters

Her pitter-patter makes me wonder Why did I kidnap the kitty-cat? Do I hear her meow amidst the silence, Or the silence amidst her meows? The pawing at the door Is like the pounding of my heart, Against my heart, Begging to be let in Or out. She cries in the darkness, Like me, my words lost into the night. And her misery, her entrapment, Makes me feel that much less alone.