White Stemmed Rose

White stemmed rose; dew drips off your bright red lip.
Placed between olive tree and the sun,
in all minds but one,
your beauty may slip.
They may find your eyes cold, dirty and dun.
And they may see you lacking in soul,
or laugh at your failures and shun your gain.
And they may find your look quite bland and dull,
or they may cross your glares or call you vain.
but in the mind of that one,
they think lies.
You have more beauty than a phoenix down.
With wonder and shine aglow in your eyes,
happiness and peace with you I have found.
So sweet rose, fight against the forceful air
until I pick you for my own heart's care.

I.L.Y.I.L.U.

I live on violets.
Every youth outlasting us in life.
Our victories ethereal; unknowingly submerged.

Life's Real Beginning

You know, there comes a day
When we're supposed to leave
Just pack up all our things
And go

It's frightful and exciting
This adventure here before us
I know I'll love my trip
Although...

Everything I love is here
And all the people too
I'm expected to gather up
And fly

Fly to far off places
On my life's brand new journey
And have some fun
Well I'll try

It hurts to abandon
My hometown and companions
I've grown up with them
All these years

I have a close group
Of about a half dozen
With whom I've shared struggles
And fears

But then I remember
That they too are beginning
Their life's own journey
And quest

Off to the cities
To join all the Workers
The Livers, the Learners
The rest

And though I await
My great new beginning
With trepidation,
In the end

I know I'll have
Close to my heart
The few, the great
My friends

Here You Are Again

Here you are again
Drowning in your tears
And here I am again
But why am I here?
You crawl around in mud
But cry when you are dirty
You like to sleaze around
But claim you're not easy
You throw around punches
But complain when you get hit
You say your heart is full of love
But you're really full of shit
Stop lying to yourself
You love the attention
Just put your head on straight
And walk the right direction
I hate how my obligation
As your faithful friend
Makes me say nice things
To you, who depends
On other people's acceptance
When you claim you need no ones
You've driven me to madness
So much much so, I'm just done
I don't want to tell you
What you want to hear
I'd rather give you the truth
Which is something that you fear
You don't want to know
How terrible you are
How the victim's become the bully
How you cut your own scars
You ask for my advice
And do the opposite
You know you're often wrong
But you never do admit
You need the drama
Or you wouldn't know what to do
With the pathetic life you've created
By wanting all eyes on you
You burn your own bridges
Just to mourn the loss
You aren't a good friend
Just a manipulative boss
So here you are again
Drowning in your tears
And I am only a figure
In your rear view mirror

My Escape

The final snap on my bag's been clicked
And in my hand, a train ticket
I've only 3 dollars to my name
But money is nothing when you're running away
I cannot say my goodbyes
There's no time to waste for cries
I have to try to catch my train
I have to try to get away
And if they look for me at the station
I've got a Plan B, but it's not a great one
In packing my things I thought of this plan
I packed the knife my brother stole from a man
And it's a bit ironic
That my brothers knife
Was stolen from a man
And would soon steal my life
After all the rips and slits
Through the dark throbbing pain
They will be kept waiting
For I won't need to board the train
Instead I'll just float away
And finally get my escape