I am but a moth, in a sea of butterflies.

Moth but am I, as i fly the blue sky.

For i never need to be a butterly

To be as free as a bird

Or free as a fly....

Inbetween the ties,

A shift in color lies.

It looks great,

But I hate.

Stares me cold dead in my eyes.

Its a colour like no other,

Strips meaning from the why.

But its value is undeniable,

Exorbinatly improbable,

Because there is no thing as black or white....

The tortured boy, white town.

Didn’t matter his name.

Running, for worst,

Survived the bullet rain.

Grey grew poor boys’ eyes.

For his body would soon join white.

Shivering in terror, monsters much bigger.

Ate the survivors’ soul up.

He would survive but at his demise,

Would he reflect his years lost.

Wise old men all agree,

Never trust a survivor till you know how they survived.

Walking i...

Thursday, noon, and this old fool,

Recently passed out, dead.

He was so kind,

Oh why, oh why,

Why am i cleaning his bed.

Of course who could be so cruel,

to put a budding angel out of her depth.

I couldn’t have saved him if i tried

Don’t waste my time!

There are other people in need.

I was always tucked up in a nook,

My head famously in a book,

5 grades above my own,

Tell me what else do ...

I have been called, thats good.

I dont want to encroach or be rude,

Yet it seems i really need to.

You see occasionally we do silly things.

Look at me don’t think i above you.

We take things too far,

I would tell you how wrong you are,

But thats not why im here today.

The meaning of life:

Do as you wish,

But that is a harmful message to take.

We need a ground as people, like plants,

To build a ...

Tootoot.

My memory askew.

The trees run high,

The dirt in my foot.

Tootoot.

Missing without you,

You took my foot

Back in 1982....

I took the road less traveled by,

and that has made all the difference.

I saw people who looked sky-high,

Not only forwards.

There were less, but that i did notice.

Where was I going again,

The destination seems less important....

I am lost!

I am lost!

Whatever will I do,

My mind a jumble, my words askew.

We both agreed whatever it takes,

Now that we both see the image of the king dead in the lake.

It was a hard pill no mistake,

Sweet kittens danced around my chains.

I told him I wanted to sing, to dance,

He once told me he’d rather see ‘a bird’s charade’.

The deal we made was on shallow land,

No one bore wittne...

I love you in the way you hide,

You laugh,

Then cry.

I love you in that dress,

It flows white,

To be stained in rum of a dead man’s jest

I love you in the west,

North, south, east.

The package on my doorstep.

I hate you for what you did.

I haven’t forgiven you.

Sequels can be build on dead mens chests....

“Hey.” Susan’s eyes darted up, upon realisation of who had sent her that letter her eyes soften. Resting a thick science textbook at her side with a low thwump

“What did you want to talk to me about?” She enquired, a thoughtful tone meandering through her voice

“Im that hero on the news.” A nonchalant voice echoed

… huh. Susan took a moment, calculating all the options at hand before re-examin...