The Visit

She looks pale under the fluorescent lights
all translucent and ghost like.
Eyes distant, glassy, vacant
a porcelain doll who's lost her charm.
Her creativity ran like wet paint, leaking down the drain in the floor
Drip, drip, drip go the droplets
leaving but a shell behind, so dry and brittle a breath could shatter it.
Her knotted hand digs in a hand woven basket for something
Digging mindlessly, searching deperately for her sanity
but the basket is empty.
An eerie grin creeps across her cheeks, scarred from the carnage
Dreaming, she must be dreaming of the horror she witnessed so long ago
but won't ever forget.
It's the only thing she seems to remember now.
She's all alone
I know she can't feel my presence
she didn't even know I was there.
So I back out slowly, silently
and shut the cell door.

Mistress of Darkness

A companion by nighttime
I am alone by dawn
I ache for a perpetual lover,
not just one who fades as the sun
brightens.
This night hawk has me by my throat
Mesmerized by her
every move
every touch
Every whisper is magnified by the darkness
I want to strip her of this protective cover
Hold her up to the sunlight and
examine her, like a
gem.
I want to know her, marvel in her complexity
be in her presence, look in her eyes.
The temptation is driving me crazy
I want to tie her to my bedpost
and wait for the light.

A God, Your God

Picket signs strangle me
Choking out my sanity
Justify your hate for me, speak for this God
You're replacing.
This mess that you're creating
Is irreversible and destructive
By any means you've taken something holy
And made it shit.

No wonder we don't believe in God
No wonder we can't see through the fog
No wonder we don't believe in a God
Who doesn't give a fuck about us.

Blood spilled by the tonne
In his name, the holy one
That you all so adore.
God is loving, just and tolerant
He opens his arms wide with a kind smile and says,
"Love your neighbors...
except if they're different."

No wonder we don't believe in God
No wonder we can't see through the fog
No wonder we don't believe in a God
Who doesn't give a fuck about us.

So burn that flag and spread that hate
Bind me up and stone me at the stake
But I don't take this injustice in silence
No more fucking violence
In the name of a God
Who supposedly loves us all.

No wonder we don't believe in God
No wonder we can't see through the fog
No wonder we don't believe in a God
Who doesn't give a fuck about us.
Who doesn't give a fuck about us.
And he'll never give a fuck about us.

Welcome to High School

He lifts weights
Until his bones ache
They crack but he keeps going
Don’t stop. You’re so close.
He’s sick of the whispers,
And the bruises on his shoulders
From their prodding fingers
Malicious lips asking
The same stupid questions.
“Kid, are those your ribs?”

She gags
Until her throat burns
Her stomach shrivels up
Don’t stop. Just two more pounds.
Then you’ll be everything.
She’s sick of the taunts,
And the notes on her locker
Malicious lips asking
The same stupid questions.
“Eww, why does she even try?”

She cuts her skin
Until it barely resembles an arm
Her face is pale but she keeps going
Don’t stop. It almost doesn’t hurt anymore.
She’s so sick of the lies
And their gawks and stares at the boy in girl’s clothes
Malicious lips asking
The same stupid questions.
“Oh my God…what is it?”

He stands at the edge
Foot so close he could slip
His heart pounds in his chest
Don’t stop. Just another foot
And it’ll all be over.
He’s so sick of the judgment
And the words carved into his chest
Malicious lips repeating
The same stupid phrase.
“Faggot.”

Malicious lips repeating,
"Welcome to high school:
the best years of your lives."