Poems

Your Many Faces

Fooling people
Devious and evil
Getting ready to make your next face
Trying to make yourself seem better
Being loud and obnoxious doesn't help
Making a fool of yourself
Weaving in and out of your lies
Can't keep up?
You're a backstabber
Talking about people
It's your obsession
Addicted to the attention
Talking about yourself
As if anyone cares
Narcissistic
Worshipping yourself
You're not a god
You're another wannabe
Appearance is everything to you
Thing is you're just another clone
Not unique
Not original
Then again who is nowadays?
Trying to portray something you're not
It's pathetic
Talking about other people
I don't see a benefit
You're disgusting
A sorry excuse for a human being
I had the misfortune of meeting you
Can't wait to see your face now

Alice In Neverland

Gone mental from illusions
Demented and psycho
Everything isn't as it seems
Being tricked by my own mind
Trapped inside a mind frame
Stumbling on my own thoughts
Haunting images and gore filled dreams
Shifting from dimension to dimension
It's like a game
Will I lose my sanity or obtain a better understanding
Soon it becomes too much
I lose my touch with reality
My eyes turn into dark vortexes
My smile is as fake as lindsay lohan's nose
I'm gone
I am a new person
Lost in my own head
No more wonderland
Consider me dead

Shattered

I won’t cry
I rather die
To show emotions
Shows weakness
I don’t break down
I never frown
This emotionless facade
Has taken over my life for decades
Sensitive yet strong
Acting like nothings ever wrong
Tears will never form rivers on my cheeks
Never these filthy leaks
Distant and reserved
They judge you, it hurts
Get over it in a heart beat
I rather take the heat
Nothing ever fazes me
Opposed to the typical
To me crying is mythical

Nightmares

As you lay to sleep
Closing your eyes
You don’t know what’s to come
Surprise surprise
Falling into darkness
You open your eyes
You find yourself in a dark forest
Full of gore and disorder
Running through trying to find your way
You know it won’t be okay
You fall down a hole
Its pure darkness not a soul
You see a bright light
You run with delight
The light dims and flickers
Dim lights start to appear
For what you see brings you to tears
Ghouls, vampires, monsters and evil clowns
Running through lost souls with frowns
You close your eyes and wish to be home
You appear in a room made of Styrofoam
The door opens and you see a man
He’s tearing someone apart with some kind of fan
You feel the pain like someone’s ripping you lip
The man walks closer, you hope for him to slip
You shut your eyes once more
You scream and open wide
You're home
The monsters fade away
They leave images in your head
Waiting for the next time you go to bed