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~Happiness is Terminal~

My Mom says everyone is terminal

But I think I'm already dying

And anyone who says otherwise is lying 

I'm the fault in our stars

Looking for Alaska but I hit that car

As she left that poor boy

With such a scar

She didn't think twice

Before she ruined their life

That's me

Accomplishing murder without a knife

How do I commit such evil

And then run from the upheaval?

I will be dead


And messed up in the head

How dare my life go right?

For a moment I thought it might

Yet your eyes shine so bright tonight

I'm seeing hope in these stars

I shall make sure I don't travel too far

I should die alone

I will not take my own life

With my time so unknown

My love will be overthrown

You may say not to worry

But death is at my door

And he's in a hurry


I'm The Target To Be Rip Heartless

Almost every one I see is trying to kill me and my positive energy.
With nonsensical negativity over zealously is seriously their problem with me.
They know nothing of my name but see me gaining recognition on my poetic mission.
Like I said before they're afraid of something different.
So they bravado me to death til there's no more life in me left.
But I continue to step away from hate because it's not the right way.
Hey you should understand me I don't want part in this insanity.
I rather continue seeking for more clarity not just wanting to be a local celebrity.
These guys make it seem like living a dream is a felony.
Not squandering my opportunities over someone's intolerance.
If they're forever blind to the fact everyone else not putting up the same act.
Diversity is amongst us but in this cold world being yourself is dangerous.
But I'm willing to take that risk.

What Makes Her Evil

Suggestions and coercions

Resorts of a target yearning for repair

Why would you ask the demolition crew?

Don’t call the arsonist to put out his fire

As you would the dog to cease barking

It makes sense

Too much to pray the hunter restore his kill


If I stand and say I’m dulled

Rough and blunt

Primitive arrowhead to fatal point

Apollo’s acquisition

Strung against the tension and pulled away

By the arm of my ideal

Strong and invincible


Through the air


Toxicity and incompatibility

Hindering movement and ascension

Heavy like the rough stones

Tipping the rough wood in the rough quiver

Piled together, waiting

Capable, waiting

Purposed and prepared

Stay silent like stone and wood


Into trees and into targets

Lifeless and life

Into feeling

Deep and immovable

Holding arteries in place




Dying breed

Incompatible with projectiles


Arrows make their enemies…

Just that

Arrows make enemies

Rough and primitive

Unfeeling, uncaring, primed

Waiting to be fired

Author's Notes/Comments: 

First attempt at my first poem