stop

talking

asking questions

being nice

lying

trying

failing

walking

running

screaming

singing

whistling

stop it all just sit

be quiet

concentrate

stop breathing

lonely

standing in a room of people

family and friends

but yet i hear nothing

hollaring and yelling

fun and games

but yet no one hears me scream

people talking

asking questions

but yet i hear nothing

my heart is so empty

along with my brain

never focused

always wondering

never just excepting because i am lonely

i talk to people but they never understand

i try to be social but i am callous

i want to be around

but i can't

i am too damn lonely

Invisible

is that what i am to you now

am i just not there

am i just seen not heard

would you like me to just sit in the corner till you call

i dont like being invisible

we were having so much fun

then the person

you truly call your own

show their face and i no longer exist

i dont like being invisible

i need you to hurry up and leave

dont come back

i thought we were a unit

but we are not

i am now invisible good bye

my heart

my heart is coming out my chest

i don't know what to do

i see it coming through my left breast

covered in blood

but still beating

but its slowing down

pumping blood

but not fast enough

i feel my organs slowing

and finally it all stops

my heart

my organs

my life

and all because

you found some one else

dancing in the dark

every one dances in the dark

because no one can see them

you move your hips

to the music in your head

all because you dont want to go to bed
you imagine that there is someone dancing with you
someone that loves you for all the wierd things you do
but then you are finally tired and
when you lay in be
you realize that you
are one of the most
lonely
persons in the
world 

Worth It

Can anyone stand to love me with all my flaws

Can anyone stand to look at me with my ugly face

Can anyone stand to hold me with my obesity

Can anyone stand to listen to me with my vulgar tongue

Can anyone stand to look into my eyes without seeing the true me

Can anyone even begin to look my way

Can anyone even begin to open his/her mouth to speak to me

Can anyone even begin to open his heart to love me????????

No..

Because I am not worth it

Prodo-Gi

He taught himself

He showed himself

He does it himself

Cursive at five

Horns at eleven (in only two months)

127 out of 130

Never wrong

Perfect child?

Golden child?

No....

He is a Prodo-Gi

Golden Child

Beautiful

Smart

Quiet

No trouble

These are the qualities of her

Golden Child

Good grades

College classes

Teacher's Pet

Positive remarks

These are the qualities of her

Golden Child

These are all the qualities of her

Golden Child

The Qualities I Do Not Posses

I am the dirt child

I am the sex child

I am the marked child

I am the wrong child

But she has the

Golden Child

Three And One

Three bright and great
Three sweet and gentle
Three obdient and caring
Three innocent and clean
Three God given and cherished
Three Prodo-Gi's
Three young and gifted

But isn't there always just that one
That one after the Three
But came before the Three
The one that came before the Golden Trio

The one dark failure
The one harsh with no words
The one doesn't listen
The one that covers the ears in annoyance
The one lies and cheats
The one is filthy
The one is spit upon
The one is dirt

But there is always the Three and one

BIRD

Hallow Bones

Beautiful feathers

of the most Erotic Green

Pointed Beak

Black Eyes

You guessed it

Yes

I am a Bird

But i am a caged bird

No one will me free

No one will let me be

Birds are meant to fly

Meant to fly high in the sky

High in the light of the sun

In the light of the moon

But i am a bird in a cage

I do not know how to fly

I have never been in the sky

Where I am meant to be

Where I am suppose to be free

Why will you not let me go

Are you afraid of the directions the winds may blow?

You keep me in a cage

But I am a bird

I am suppose to fly high into the sky

I am suppose to sing

I am a bird

But I am in a cage

This is not my rightful place

The sky, the trees are my place

Why will you not let me go

This is all I ask

Let me be what I am

Let me be free

You even go as far as to tease me

You take me outside

But yet you still cage me

You make me watch the other birds fly

But yet i can not touch the sky

I am a bird

YES!!

But i am in a cage

You will not let me be

You will not let me be the bird that i am

You tell me that i am not ready

But i never try

I am a bird

But you keep me in a cage

Let me go

Let me feel the wind blow

Set me free

Let me go and see

I am a bird

But i am in a cage

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Please i beg you

I am a bird

Hear my song

See my wings

Watch me fly

I am a bird

And I am leaving my cage

Also Beautiful

His hands are also beautiful
But no less than the rest of him
I have seen his hands only once before
Layed over a seat carelessly
The nails of mild length
The skin the color of aged sand stone
The fingers long and gorgeous
With a control unknown
They tap on rhythm and time
with the music
They explain his words
They run over surfaces like silk
I see his hands in my dreams
The hands that hold me tightly
Hands that can control me
O those hands
Who has such hands you ask
I could tell who but
That would give away my secret
But
His hands are also beautiful