Written with Courtney Moise
Slamming hammers,
brushing anger,
rain on my umbrella,
I’ll be untouched but
I hope you’ve crashed.
~
Pucker your lips for the kiss,
poison lines the trace bliss.
~
Mirror me dé·jà vu,
you think you’ve defeated
me in your statements?
I’ve had 50x worse thrown
at me in judgment wrongs,
why are you so special in
your mind of plotted adieu?
~*~
Blood thirst
Flesh eating names
Calling me out
Stalking my name
Endlessly searching
For motive to escape
~*~
Mindless confusion
You know not what you say
You speak of me
Placing me in your game
Nut case fusion
Bursting in my chest
~*~
False accusations
Do you even know the truth
Why are you stalking me
I’m sure there is
better for you to do
Endless ranting
Running a stream
Filling people with lies of me
~*~
Table confusion
What move will be next
Fear of the lies
Made contagious
Devotion to many
In my poems made clear
Most you’ve done
Drive others in fear
~*~
Name on a list
You won’t drive me there
I refuse to hide
Give in to you here
Take what you must
Slay me in bed
I won’t pack my bags
Go running in dread.
~*~
The night of day,
the day of night,
we live in awe,
is because we have visibly
showing depression and
bi-polar disorders on our about me
sections that make it okay in your
mind to consider us weak and fallen?
Descendents of Judas Iscariot,
how dare you “devoutly” preach
your delusional hate fantasies
about what we do to survive
a bleed on the ravenous flaw?
~
Murderous lust controls your brain,
call me the names in your burn book,
I have some for you ignorant one.
Wean away from your hate
desires you barbaric baboon,
you’re missing a crucial element
to making me be completed in cracks,
I’ll fly and your wings are empty loaded.
Up and away I’ll go and you stay lost
in the biggest lies you’ve showered
in the duplicity cemented for
an evening spawned moon.
~
brushing anger,
rain on my umbrella,
I’ll be untouched but
I hope you’ve crashed.
~
Pucker your lips for the kiss,
poison lines the trace bliss.
~
Mirror me dé·jà vu,
you think you’ve defeated
me in your statements?
I’ve had 50x worse thrown
at me in judgment wrongs,
why are you so special in
your mind of plotted adieu?
~*~
Blood thirst
Flesh eating names
Calling me out
Stalking my name
Endlessly searching
For motive to escape
~*~
Mindless confusion
You know not what you say
You speak of me
Placing me in your game
Nut case fusion
Bursting in my chest
~*~
False accusations
Do you even know the truth
Why are you stalking me
I’m sure there is
better for you to do
Endless ranting
Running a stream
Filling people with lies of me
~*~
Table confusion
What move will be next
Fear of the lies
Made contagious
Devotion to many
In my poems made clear
Most you’ve done
Drive others in fear
~*~
Name on a list
You won’t drive me there
I refuse to hide
Give in to you here
Take what you must
Slay me in bed
I won’t pack my bags
Go running in dread.
~*~
The night of day,
the day of night,
we live in awe,
is because we have visibly
showing depression and
bi-polar disorders on our about me
sections that make it okay in your
mind to consider us weak and fallen?
Descendents of Judas Iscariot,
how dare you “devoutly” preach
your delusional hate fantasies
about what we do to survive
a bleed on the ravenous flaw?
~
Murderous lust controls your brain,
call me the names in your burn book,
I have some for you ignorant one.
Wean away from your hate
desires you barbaric baboon,
you’re missing a crucial element
to making me be completed in cracks,
I’ll fly and your wings are empty loaded.
Up and away I’ll go and you stay lost
in the biggest lies you’ve showered
in the duplicity cemented for
an evening spawned moon.
~
Beautiful Lies
Written with Celeste
Emotional tyrant
Lying in shame.
Letting down my guard
For your twisted game
Innocent lover
Slapped across the face
Emotionless monster
Hiding away
Nightmare’s reaping
Discovering hate.
*
She is fragile
with butterfly wings
And he is sadistic
A man of loose seams
forever frayed
Into her he leans
A mind disarray
To each other they cling
*
Beautiful lies
Forming in your ways
You dealt the cards
I’ve no choice but to play
Defending your honor
When it came to fate
Giving in
Refusing to stray
Ending in turmoil
Chances I take
As long as your not suffering
For my pain
*
we built this kingdom
This kingdom we now lay upon
We destroy one another
With each new dawn
A new day forms
A haunting new song
That ebbs and flows with the tide
We do not belong
And I cringe at the thought
That I've done something wrong
You preyed on that notion
For far too long.
Let my words bleed into each other
Let them run deep
Blood shed should not be synonymous with love
Lovers shouldn't cause lovers to weep
*
Trying to save you
When I was in need
Taking your anger
Holding it inside me
Leaving your words
Useless meaning
Behind your veil
You are to blame
I hide my shame
Never good enough
To help you through
Hiding away
As all girls do
Turning my cheek
Where each blow lay
Learning to love
Living with my mistakes
Endless knowledge
Keeps my faith
For one day
You will be the one to pay.
Mangled Mindset
Written With Robin Jones
Multiple persons,
controlling his brain.
Society preaching,
“This child is insane.”
At nine years old,
he’s left without control.
“George is ready”,
he’s taken his toll.
Gripping a knife close
to his father’s throat,
“Mom, it wasn’t me.”
George is ready to gloat.
Medical remedies,
failing to last.
Rehabilitation clinic,
soon will be in grasp.
Childhood lost,
personality replaced.
Uncontrollable actions,
decisions misplaced.
Unexplained anger,
violent rage.
“How is this likely
for a boy at this age?”
Memory loss
pertaining to deed.
“Mom, I don’t remember.”
Accidental concede.
Dangerous personality,
leaving no slack.
“Mom, when will I rule
the childhood I lack?”
Multiple persons,
controlling his brain.
Society preaching,
“This child is insane.”
******
Tiny Visions
Hazy scene
Dislocated memories
Judgmental extreme
******
Little child
All but seven
When she dies
Will she go to heaven?
Millions of voices
In her head
Imaginary play dates
With unseen friends
Friend named Sarah
No one else see’s
Covered in red
Stories she’s seen
Mental disorder
So her doctors say
Untouchable
In the world of play
Talking to windows
Staring at walls
She wants to be normal
But she has seen it all
Sarah her friend
Left for dead
She talks and walks
Inside of her head.
Schizophrenic onset
Happened at age three
Everyday she wonders
Why is this happening to me.?
Angry child
Curses the world
Playing make believe
That is normal to her.
Little child
All but seven
When she dies
Will she go to heaven?
controlling his brain.
Society preaching,
“This child is insane.”
At nine years old,
he’s left without control.
“George is ready”,
he’s taken his toll.
Gripping a knife close
to his father’s throat,
“Mom, it wasn’t me.”
George is ready to gloat.
Medical remedies,
failing to last.
Rehabilitation clinic,
soon will be in grasp.
Childhood lost,
personality replaced.
Uncontrollable actions,
decisions misplaced.
Unexplained anger,
violent rage.
“How is this likely
for a boy at this age?”
Memory loss
pertaining to deed.
“Mom, I don’t remember.”
Accidental concede.
Dangerous personality,
leaving no slack.
“Mom, when will I rule
the childhood I lack?”
Multiple persons,
controlling his brain.
Society preaching,
“This child is insane.”
******
Tiny Visions
Hazy scene
Dislocated memories
Judgmental extreme
******
Little child
All but seven
When she dies
Will she go to heaven?
Millions of voices
In her head
Imaginary play dates
With unseen friends
Friend named Sarah
No one else see’s
Covered in red
Stories she’s seen
Mental disorder
So her doctors say
Untouchable
In the world of play
Talking to windows
Staring at walls
She wants to be normal
But she has seen it all
Sarah her friend
Left for dead
She talks and walks
Inside of her head.
Schizophrenic onset
Happened at age three
Everyday she wonders
Why is this happening to me.?
Angry child
Curses the world
Playing make believe
That is normal to her.
Little child
All but seven
When she dies
Will she go to heaven?
Written With Robin Jones
Abstract thoughts.Blinking once, it doesn’t help.
Clouding his mind.
Disillusioned for a spell.
Everyone’s laughing.
Frightened child begging for aid.
Give it time.
Hope has wings to carry you.
Inside his eyes.
Jumbled words collide.
Knowledge you’ll find.
Losing faith is easy but rubbish.
Motivated by teachers.
Never losing courage, he’s
one of a kind.
Porcelain voices, ignore their sounds.
Quickly judging.
Rambunctious tease.
Stepping side by side.
Tantalizing his needs.
Using a single word.
Victory, he’ll perceive.
Waiting to understand why.
Xenophobic peers.
You’ll see in time.
Zealous, he is, in living this life
Clouding his mind.
Disillusioned for a spell.
Everyone’s laughing.
Frightened child begging for aid.
Give it time.
Hope has wings to carry you.
Inside his eyes.
Jumbled words collide.
Knowledge you’ll find.
Losing faith is easy but rubbish.
Motivated by teachers.
Never losing courage, he’s
one of a kind.
Porcelain voices, ignore their sounds.
Quickly judging.
Rambunctious tease.
Stepping side by side.
Tantalizing his needs.
Using a single word.
Victory, he’ll perceive.
Waiting to understand why.
Xenophobic peers.
You’ll see in time.
Zealous, he is, in living this life
Flowers On The Grave
Written with Robin Jones
Little voices leave
A soft spoken word
with an important meaning
that often goes unheard.
Silent cries
in the middle of the night,
for words disregarded,
only to start a fight.
Tear drops fall
from a thousand faces
for the girl
that's left no traces.
Pictures on her casket,
flowers on the grave,
the memories of a girl,
no one cared to save.
Her mother is torn,
her father feels no pain.
Without her around,
he has so much more to gain.
He never wanted
a little girl anyway.
But her teachers never noticed,
and her mother wouldn't say.
Using various techniques,
she hid the bruises on her face.
The markings on her arms,
She covered in ribbons and lace.
Friendships didn't last
And her boyfriends never stayed.
She built a tower in her heart,
Slowly, the walls decayed.
But all of that doesn't matter,
He's ready for this strife,
She gave him what he wanted,
And he took her life.
---Alicia Gay&&Robin Jones
A soft spoken word
with an important meaning
that often goes unheard.
Silent cries
in the middle of the night,
for words disregarded,
only to start a fight.
Tear drops fall
from a thousand faces
for the girl
that's left no traces.
Pictures on her casket,
flowers on the grave,
the memories of a girl,
no one cared to save.
Her mother is torn,
her father feels no pain.
Without her around,
he has so much more to gain.
He never wanted
a little girl anyway.
But her teachers never noticed,
and her mother wouldn't say.
Using various techniques,
she hid the bruises on her face.
The markings on her arms,
She covered in ribbons and lace.
Friendships didn't last
And her boyfriends never stayed.
She built a tower in her heart,
Slowly, the walls decayed.
But all of that doesn't matter,
He's ready for this strife,
She gave him what he wanted,
And he took her life.
---Alicia Gay&&Robin Jones
