A Compliment Of Sorts I received today, a most interesting compliment of sorts. The kind which inspires oneself to change for the better, but also reminds you why you are so damn bad. " I love that you appear to be adorable and innocent, but interesting at the same time. there is something intriguing behind your eyes, that makes people guess about you. Makes them want to know what it is about somebody so cute that is so... not quite right. But as soon as they dare speak to you, you rope them in so that it is too late. They are trapped, a fatal attraction, when they realize you would rip out their throat in an instant. And you would feel no remorse." So thank you, Sam. I appreciate your honesty, never forget that you are loved.

A Whispered Suicide With a smile we meet, Myself and fate And walk away I, With a spring in my gait Good things she taught me About a rule she bends, I grin from the whispers Of a quick end Death at its own time, But no, not ours We will be hasty, Plan our own passing hour! I look up, Towards the bright sun, Then without hesitation At the bottle and gun I have been waiting For the end of the road And am ready to be done With this unrelenting load My struggle and grief My pain and despair Now less burdensome than one single hair So the world shouldered aside, Unconsciousness forbears We slip away quietly, As if never there

The Feline Theory Back aches Ears ring Eyes bleed And Knuckles sting Heart beats Blood pounds Brain dead And Panic sounds Broken teeth White face Skin torn No unmarred space In a fight For my #life I lost indeed By myself with a knife Suicide Hell bound Like a cat in a box Not dead till I'm found

Fear The Frail Girl I am smaller than most, Only seventy nine pounds, But my mind is very deep, And the people it astounds. I am anxious and worrisome, About things that don't matter, Yes I am afraid, Just ask my bladder! I am depressed, And my own blood I have shed, So the others assume, That I am mislead. I am feared, I don't know why, Just ask the big kids, Who are afraid to die

I Do Not Like Poetry I do not like poetry In fact, I fear it My ears go ringing Whenever I hear it My heart goes a flutter I become filled with dread My dear, my dear, I wish I was dead I cannot bear to see, to see and behold The beauty of language And stories as told For I am not good In fact I am bad But words are precious, and therefor are sad Lovely sentences ring untrue False letters are blinding, And turn ones face blue Suffocation within, The walls of the script Soon to placed within a dank crypt Inside stories I cannot hide! My faults , they are not to be pushed aside Some masters of this art Can paint themselves a new heart But mine is far too black And I am lacking, Lacking tact. But alas, It is finished. I have completed this task! My first #poem is done, With few sips from my flask. The headache is gone, But I am still weary, So sleep I will long, And less I'll be dreary I do not like poetry But no longer do I fear it My ears still ring Whenever I hear it I shiver, and quiver, but there is no dread I have conquered my phobia, The terror is dead