mabe everyone could help me out by giving me ideas.....


Someone?Someone can you hear me? This hole Im sinking in, Its taking all my energy, This fight I can not win.Someone?
Mother can you see me? I need your light this day, The moon, where are you hiding? Come out and light my way.
Father do you know me? I need someone to care, The darkness, it is rising, These thoughts tha I must share.
Someone can you hear me? I feel that I am lost, If hate is not forgotten, We all shall pay the cost.


NightmareAre the monsters real,Nightmare
or just in your head? Are you truely alive, or could you be dead? The monsters are real, not just in your head. That fear that you know, lives under your bed. Leave the closet door closed,
it could find its way out. Your scream's what they want, don't just sit there and pout. As for your life, it's what I detest. But knowing your monsters, iswhat I do best.


Broken WingsSitting in a little cage with broken wingsBroken Wings
of fear and rage
A dull expression on your face await the fall of this human race
Your anger's black as is your soul this pain you feel will take it's toll
Sitting there inside your cage with broken wings you fear this age


July Haikuton1. press fireflies to dirty ribcage, pulling night's promise closer.July Haikuton
2. make music on lake surface to close eyes to reflections.
3. words pull at me; your heart is my music and your eyes are my song.
4. you're a beach, waves whisper on rocks and i want to be your seashell.
5. fingernails scratching at demons in mind screaming lights
6. autumn's snowflakes fall, touched by wind's whispers; ground is canvas to their shades.
&nb
Eicca

allison allison sits with vermillion laced between her teeth, scattering glass marbles across the wooden floor and singing for the ghost-eyed children who live in her attic. "we do not know any better," she rasps vacantly, "so don't mind us when we wring your neck like a pigeon's."allison
she has scars on her ribs from when she was fifteen and cuts on her lips from chewing them too often. she has coffee stains on her teeth and burns on her tongue and seaside eyes that a dollmaker would love to gouge out and keep for himself. she has hands and legs but they aren't really hers, n


and i'll be the painter.your skin is feather white, and i imagine littering your face with half-moon marks; i imagine the noises you'd make, like a chalkboard, darling,and i'll be the painter.
and i'm going to be the nails. your screams will be thunder, a train screeching to a stop. i imagine your eyes
are full of our dreams, and i'll bring the nightmares to the surface; your skin is feather-white, darling. you are a canvas waiting
to be drenched i
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All souls last forever so we need never fear goodbye
A kiss when I must go...no tears...in time...we kiss hello
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