Wrapped Around and UnderWrapped Around and UnderThe plaid shirt waswrapped around a rusted guntorn in several placesslightly damp from hot humidityloosing shape and coloursmelling of must and moldtainted with smatterings of bloodholding onto memories.The rusted gun wasplaced upon a wooden cratecarrying two bulletsharboring a thirdlocking away the evidenceconceiling the truthgrasping onto hardshipsspattered with gasoline.The wooden crate wasset upon a creaky floorboardpushed slightly ajarrevealing Campus pridesporting ink stains and grimestopping eyes from seeingrevealing hardly anythingThe creaky floorboard waslaying unevenly over lacesettled childishly above drifting blonde curlspositioned on top of wilting pompomsrotting because of maggotsbreaking due to what lies beneathtinted green from envyshowing signs of trauma.The uneven lace wascharred at the edgessaturated with kerosinecontaining guiltshrouding his girldissapearing the happinesstelling the truthwhispering locat
Brutality-BrutalityIf I'd know a moment sooner,before I'd said 'I do'I would have saved myselfthe heartacheof pouning fistsbroken bonesswinging kicksinternal bleedingblunt objectsconcussions.If I had knowna moment soonerthat the one before mesuffered brain damagehearing lossmental traumadeath,I would have never said'I Love You'
A Love Poem for KyleA Love Poem For KyleCreeper some do call you,but not I,because you are simplyEvan's little bitch.Your strange and akward hairshrouds your eyes,(not that I needed to seem them anyway...)and creates a strange illusionto your angry death stare.Though this year has been torturousas I watched you be afriend, player, pimp, and prep,you also became emo and dark,though that was not your goal.The relashionships ranged fromavid texter,to 'Roo's' iceskating buddy-because we know hockey was so rough-and Meg's aquaintence.And as youtube videos,and dA pics present,Evan and Alexisbowled for the gold.And when KTWrolled around,I was surprised,relieved,elated,and well prepared to break your face. XDThough Music and Art was fun,Wishyy happens 2 B coolerthan U.A fond farewell,dear Kyle Keevin,others may come and go,but you are memorable-as Katie's loving creeper.
flower of deathcurled around peach skin,in ghostly bleached glory,a lily unfurls splendor,and a core of corruption.Blowing with windand laying upon breezethe lily is a mask of death,a masquerade for the damned,a marching bed for the deceased.Coughing up the cresent moon,and exhaling meteors,it blooms in coversof darkness,and perishes in glimmersof sun,flourishing in the rain.
FearFear-if you would strike me down again(i'd feel fear)if you would loathe me(i'd feel fear)if you would discard me(i'd feel fear)if god left me(i'd feel fear)if jesus weeped for me(i'd feel fear)if angels rained on me(i'd feel fear)if i hurt myself(i'd feel fear)if i blamed myself(i'd feel fear)if i doubted myself(i'd feel fear)i would feel fear(if you left me again).