And in this labyrinthThe hallways, they echoed and groanedCreatures that lurk in the darkThey keep watching, watching me drownWhy are they talking to me?What does it mean, who should I be?I think I’m paranoidMy hands are too shaky to holdI try real hard but I can't forgetThe evil that I see has taken over me  

I felt locked away, in a room with no windows, no door, no escapePounding upon the padded walls, silent echoes of my screamsRainbow drops of tears sliding down my cheek, splashing upon the cold hard concrete floorWeary eyes drowning the sorrows of pain into darkness of sleep each nightLost in my own mind, of mazes and unforgiving torture of my own mistakesUntil that crack that appeared upon the wall, breaking wide for me...

She's a puzzle girl with short grey hair, soft as a featherDon't try to understand her, she'll just quote you the weatherPlay with her mind and you might get a glimpse of her long legsPlay with her heart and she'll throw you away like yesterday's rotten eggsHer pieces are mismatched and some have sharp edges and sidesShe looks for that missing piece to smooth out things and slow down the rideLet your fingers run along her...

Staring up into the night sky stars Little points of light, shining in the darkness Tiny and small, yet grand and majestic Too far to ever reach, too present to possibly ignore Each point completely alone, yet all interwoven in time and space Taken each or as a whole, they represent the lesson I've learned That above all else, it is all a matter of perspective

Understanding the human mind isn't difficult as compared to understanding the human heart. The heart is crazier than the mind. Mind is black and white, but the heart is gray. You apply your mind to definite things, to decision making, where logic is necessary, but I fail to apply my mind in the matters of relationships. For instance, you're ready to help your friend at any cost, even when your mind tells you that it's som...

Lately, I find myself staring.A whole world and all I do is stare.But I’m not staring anywhere,not even into space.It’s all blank,I have no inclination,no inspiration.Even this poem is taking too long.I fear that I’ll stop writing,I fear I’ll go insane when that happens,I fear a lotWell... Not really.At the moment I feel unfeeling,but not in a bad way.I’m writing this to say:Andrew, get over yourself!You’re not going to s...

Boredom has suppressed me far too long, it is now time to engulf this unpleasant feeling and channel it into a sort of amusing act. A 17 year old girl named Trixie. Brunette, a people-pleaser type of girl. She just got out of a relationship with her boyfriend, both having spent majority of their time together for half a year. Only a few weeks passed since the separation, but on Trixie's side, those dreaded few weeks dragg...

An angel watches over me.Knowing all about who I be. Never, am I far from her sight.Though dark, she is always trite. Her gaze I can't prevaricate. Indiscretion she does mitigate. Always welcoming me back.As I venture into the black. Stretching out her wings to me.Color of coal and singed they be. Offering a hug and a snide word. Angel's vision is never blurred. She knows my darkest secrets.She knows my deepest regrets. S...

I've been locked up inside of this house. It's muggy and filled with toxic air. I go insane trapped behind these walls, No one to love, and no way to receive. For I’m thirsty for the knowledge, to figure out how to open these doors that hold me in the attic of my mind.

The day was dreary, wet and cool.  Thoughts passed to the future, What would ensue. My friend wondered what we would be If Samsara was true And we returned. I will have achieved Nirvana, Replied I with some glee And some humor. But later my mind flew away Into the Universe, Dreamt of Moksha. Have I accomplished Devotion? My life could be complete. How may I see? My Actions may well define me. Giving a pathway home. How ha...

Flowing through this pen in such a rhythm, I wonder how these words stay preserved on paper. For in my mind they have faded faster than they appeared, and the picture they once painted is no longer clear. The contrast of the bright oranges and reds against the faintest yellow memories has swirled into a mixture of messiness I don’t care to control. These thoughts- like dreams, for a moment feel substantial and bright, but...

Jumpin' out of the shower,lookin' in the mirror I seeswhiskers not dark brown, wild hairs grow'n ears, brows n' nose.Skin not so tight neither, face withered up like a punkin that's seen to much sun and cold.Chest's not up where it ott to be, come to think, neither is his belly.Abs are not like a wash board,what the hell happened to his ass? Needin' spendr's fer holdn up his jeans.Hey! there ain't nobody here but me. Then...

Gamesas a child we are taught many things, some of us learn and play better than the rest of us.games board gamescard gamesgames of chanceas a adult games take on a different twist games of fungames of lovegames of the mindgames of wordsgames of controlwe all play one or more thru out our liveswhich one do you play ?

Mirror mirror on the wall.Why is it the good must fall?Does this world demand sacrifice?Only from those with secret sins and vice.This world its choices are not to clear.Everyone can play this little game my dear.Longing for a ray of hope.All I see is the hangman’s rope.Good or evil all will fall.The grave my love welcomes them all.Short and to the point, like most of our lives.

 Good morning stars--again our orbits crossand I see your worldshigh above my life, my eyes touching youmillions of miles awaywhere we meet each dawn, your burning worlds swirling,though some are embers nowburnt out light years ago,a state I cannot knowsince news travels slowly across the universe,and yet, your fire in my eyes pulls me towards your glow,and makes mewonder am I with youhigh above my life?Are you burning in...