What Makes It so Different?The little sprout peeked out from the soil. It gazed out into this bright new colorful world. A great bright light high above filled it with warmth. All around it, grass grew and beyond that grass were other neatly arranged flowers, and beyond those flowers there were magnificent trees towering above it. So much life surrounded the plant.More Like This
Someday the small plant wanted to be just like the others, bright, colorful, and full of life.
“Ooh! It’s so pretty!”
The sprout saw a strange creature standing above it. Another thing so full of life.
“What did you find sweetie?”
“Mommy, look! It’s so cute!”
The woman held a hand to her slightly enlarged stomach as she slowly followed her child. She frowned at the sight.
“Honey, that’s a weed. It’s not good. I’ll tell your father to buy some herbicide.”
“But mommy, we can’t kill it! It’s beautiful!”
“It will only get in the way
CourageYou ask me, 'what is courage?'More Like This
Courage is seeing the hail of fire that surrounds you;
The flashes of light that blind.
Projectiles that score flesh and bone,
Sending red rivers splashing through the sky.
Courage is seeing all of that and staying on to fight,
Simply because there are those who cannot.
Tear Me Into PiecesTear me into pieces againMore Like This
Starting with my heart
Tell me that I do not have one
Heartless from the start
Rip me into shreds now
Going deeper into my soul
Saying I can never get close
To people that I truly know
Gouging out my eyes then
Telling me what to see
Nothing but darkness is inside
Darkness and death for me
Causing my ears to bleed out
Making this abysmal sound
Beautiful things cannot be mine
It all pours out into the ground
Poison my mouth with your words
That ought to do the trick
A serum you inject so playfully
With words that make me sick
My hands incinerated in hell fire
Because I am not allowed to touch
Embracing is a curse to the bone
A warm feeling for me is too much
Fracture every bone in my body
I cannot stand firm anymore
You wish to see me crumble down
Collapse weak like a beggar poor
Pouring out the blood I contain
Watch me sink into the dust
Do not bother with a proper burial
It has no longer become a must
Tear me into pieces once more
Dissecting every part of my b
Not A PsychopathDrugging, Drowning, Incineration;More Like This
Fears can become a temptation.
Observing how it all comes to be,
Things like this are what intrigue me.
You say that I suffer from wrath,
I say I'm not a Psychopath.
Gassing, Choking, Asphyxiation;
Thoughts in my mind are at rotation.
How was it set up? How did it start?
Every piece plays a crucial part.
You say that I am twisted inside,
I say I have nothing to hide.
Shooting, Stabbing, Bleeding out;
Some seem certain, others I doubt.
Manner in which it is done can prove
Whether or not it's a vengeful move.
You say that you could never know,
I say it's perfectly normal to show.
Strangling, Poisoning, Falling down;
After these they'd hit the ground.
Trying to find the source is fun
Especially when there's more than one.
You say that it should never grow,
I say some thoughts should flow.
Suffocation or Explosions;
Both of these require motion.
Majority of these require a trap,
Others not so much as a single slap.
You say that I should not have begun,