IT'S DAYS LIKE THESE

It's days like these, I don't know how to get by
Only after I jump off the cliff
Do I realize I can't fly

When I think life will be marred
And don't realize the knife in the kitchen
Will leave my skin forever scarred

To take a leap of faith
I need to find my cliff
Do I want to try freedom, get just a taste?

When I jump through the air my body gets stiff
And I try, just try
To get over the dark abyss

With a start
I begin to plummet down
My body hits the ground and is filled with pain like darts

I know I'm not immortal
Because my mind betrays me
When I see a shining white portal

I'm startled awake
And see a little girl beside me
"If you go back to sleep, death will have your soul to take"

My surroundings are familiar; I am lying in my bed
A figure walks through my well worn door
Wearing a cloak of red

Through his shadowy hood I see charcoal black hair
And shining black eyes when his hood is pulled back
And I finally see his face bare

But this is my best friend, the man I love
And for some reason the little girl cowers in fear
My love extends a hand wearing a simple black glove

With a smile, I accept his silent request
I take his hand
And know with him I would get the best

DEATH OF MY DRAGON

With Sleek black scales
Claws as sharp as knives
Tail sweeping back and forth, leaving trails
Your breath of fire brings forth sharp cries

You leave a path of destruction
To follow and grieve
You look forward to your lunching
Only pain will the travelers receive

Your favorite is princess
You eat it all the time
But you need to make sure she rinses
Off all the dirt and grime

You take her to your home
In a cave far away
A large rocky dome
In which the princess will stay

But behold the man
Who came to claim his maiden
Bringing an offering in the shape of a lamb
You laugh at the idea of this man making a noble saving.

But he brandishes a sword
And you feel a dart
And with an expression akin to bored
You realize he's stabbed you through the heart

WATER FILLED COCOA-COLA CANS

Remember those summer days?
We sat together,
Enjoying the sun with our feet in the water by the bay.
I would say something witty and confusing when we talk,
You would sit with a smile on those perfect lips,
And take it into stock.
With an innocent smile,
You would flick some water at me,
Because that's how you rolled, that was your style.
We would chase each other along the shore,
I would be laughing hysterically,
And my sister would look at us like we were another thing to be taken car of, a chore.
But don't think of that part of our summer days.
Think of when we sat together,
Enjoying the sun with our feet in the water by the bay.
Nowadays, that something witty and confusing would come from your daughter as her drink precariously tips.
She would smile smugly and lift a
Can of Coca Cola long ago emptied and filled with water to her lips.

DEATH

Why do people cry at funerals?
The people who cry are selfish.
Why would they cry when someone is finally released,
From their old, crinkly, stiff bodies?
Why do people cry?
Maybe they're sore losers,
Sad that they weren't first to get to the finish.
Why do people clench their hands?
Maybe they're trying to look brave,
But they'll just give themselves bruises.
What do they do with the body?
If it's a writer?
Or the lead singer in a famous band?
What do they do with the papers?
If the person was a biter?
Maybe the papers go into a file.
What if you die?
When we're old and crinkly,
I hope you don't mind,
But at your funeral,
I think I'll give you a smile.

ETERNITY

If you had an eternity,
What would you spend it on?
Would you trade it for gold and riches?
Would you give it up for a new life?
Royalty?
Will you give it up for a life of inspiration?
Or maybe talent?
If I had an eternity,
What would I spend it on?
I would not deem to think,
It could ever be fairly traded for gold and riches.
I could simply throw an old life away,
And find a new one.
Royalty had to many responsibilities.
I could find inspiration in the drip-drop of rain.
The rough clap of thunder.
Talent needs to be made.
People who gift you with words,
Saying you've got a natural talent?
That's dung.
If I had an eternity,
I would not spent it.
I would not trade it.
I would not give it away.
With my eternity,
I will let it rest on my Shelf,
Slowly gathering interest.
Then, I'd take my eternity,
And share it with you.

OBSESSION

People say they have an obsession.
Some say they are obsessed with chocolate.
Fudge.
Ice-cream
Dating.
Adrenaline.
But those are not obsessions.
Those are habits.
To eat.
Go out.
Go bungee-jumping.
Obsession is when you are so engrossed in what you do,
You forget to eat, shower, sleep.
When you stay on your bed,
Eyes peeled open wide.
Dry from not blinking.
Drawing until surnrise, and
When you look out the window, you get a burt of
INSPIRATION.
And stay up,
Drawing.
I think it's safe to say I'm
OBSESSED.

INTRODUCTION

What is the sunrise,
But a burst of colors?
Maybe it's God's pretty painting,
Or what the night sees as it's fainting.

What is the sunrise,
But blue and pink?
Maybe it's the night's finale say,
Or morning's first sunlight ray.

What is the sunrise,
But beautiful at a new height?
Maybe it's an introduction,
Between day and night.

TICK TOCK, CRODODILE WHISPERS

Tick tock.
A soft ticking in my stomach.
Tick.
Is it simply a clock, marking time?
Tock.
Or a disappointed tsk?
Tick.
Is it an alarm, set to go off every second?
Tock.
Or a timer, set to click them all off?
Tick.
Just marking when the bomb will go off.
Tock.
Is it there to wonder about?
Tick.
Is it there to keep me sane, being something stable?
Tock.
Or a figment of my imagination, a symbol of my insanity? A tugging feel, a reeling pull, a screaming sound. Telling me it does not exist. But my insanity does.
Tick tock.

THE WORLD THAT IS MINE

People wear glasses to better see the world,
But I don't want to see this world,
With all of its horror movies and tattoo sleeves,
All of its murderers and theives.
I want this world to fade away and pass with time.
I want glasses to better see the world that is mine.

BE STRONG

Sit down darling,
You need to be strong,
Because everything can go wrong.
The days are over when you picked weeds and thought they were flowers,
When you still needed help taking showers.
You know he will say sorry, mockingly and loudly,
But you need to stand straight and hold up your chin proudly.
Please don't fret,
Or with tears my cheeks will become wet.
I love you dear,
You know I always will,
But you need to be strong,
Because everything can go wrong.

SUNSET

Let me see the sun set,
With you by my side.
Let me see the sun set,
The colors stretching wide 'cross the sky,
Let me see the sun set,
With your hand in mine,
Let me see the sun set,
With you one last time.