What is love?
Love is something that authors put in their storybooks,
that directors put in their films,
to give us a false hope of something,
that is all wonderful and good.
But love isn't good.
It leaves nothing but pain and misery.
It leaves you feeling as if you'd rather be dead.
Love isn't real.....it's only the imagined rantings of a lonely people.

A Rose

 A rose that flowers in springtime,
will often lost its bloom .
An unexpected frost or a torrentuous rain,
can kill short its beauty.
But when next year comes,
it will bloom again,
all fresh and lovely as before.
Its will runs strong...its beauty eternal.

Falling deep into the darkness,
swirling into the vortex of despair...
Falling
Falling
Precipitously balanced on a rocky ledge,
with a false sense of security.
The black void below is impossible to reach.
I am safe.
Illusions, lies, false hopes
As they shower me like flaming embers,
my ledge crumbles beneath me.
Falling
Falling
Deep into a cold that I thought would surround me no more.
Forever stuck in in oblivion.

Ode to men

Blood,
congealing on the tile,
like mold.
Use Formula 409 for this mess;
wipe away the brains while you're at it....
what little he had.

Ode to internet men

Troubled intensity,
seething within.
Emptiness with no solace.
A wasted life with nothing to show for it;
no hope.
Hide behind technology,
now you can be gorgeous, famous,
anything you want.
Loved by many,
deception snares more hearts than honor.
Poetry, flattery,
it all comes so easy this way.
Captured-
you've snared one innocent heart.
Satisfaction, fulfillment...
why stop now?
Reach out...
snag more hearts in your web of lies.
Spinning it and spinning it,
until it falls around you.
Now you are the one who is trapped.
Give up...
Struggling is futile,
Alone, desolate, worse than before.