On May the 8th, I will be everything I want
Everything I know I can be.
I’ll be wiser, strong
I’ll be nicer to people
I’ll be smarter
I’ll be everything I ever wanted to be.
But not until May the 8th.
They already have the power.
But they still want yours.
Give them your innocence,
Everything you are.
And when you have nothing left,
They will still take more than they ever give.
The sweetest type of honey drips down that delicious golden brown.
The tip of my tongue licks the drop, tastes it.
I press my lips to it, spread it open, just a bit.
My eyes close, the smell, intoxicating.
I slide my tongue inside, licking and tasting every bit of honey inside.
A bit drips down my chin, and all I can do is look up and smile.
Smell the chalk
And stick out your tongue,
Taste the exhaust.
Feel the spiders crawling up your skin.
Listen to the shrill screams.
You can change it, or it can change you.
She takes your dreams,
Steals your time,
Makes you mad,
She’ll take your health,
Then your life.
In, she’s translucent.
Out, she’s transparent.
Breathe. She’s gone.
She whispers in your ear.
In a moment, my thoughts are erased.
I write helplessly, without form, format, wit, or grace.
I want someone to help me.
I need someone to be there for me.
It always me though.
I’m always there.
A rant becomes reason.
I’m sorry for being selfish.
I’m here for you…
The rat puts an elephant in chains.
He won’t fight.
The rat puts an ape in a cage.
Open the door; he won’t leave.
The rat takes.
The rat takes more.
The rat expects more.
The elephant and ape learn.
They don’t fight.
Mountains of potential.
A limitless amount of hope, quite ample.
Equality is all he knows, love is essential.
Learn from his example.
It consumes everything in its path,
Throwing out meaninglessness in its wake.
Is nothing more sacred than want?
Should nothing be held higher than greed?
She may have a box.
He may have a box.
I may have a box.
Two may have a box.
Do you want more?
I can’t figure out how to change it.
Everything just stays the same.