English Class

A nothing sort of scent,
save that of the many people.
Perfume hangs in the air, a cloud
of impending doom and trickery.
Laughter low, with a gleam of teeth,
flash of mischief, with ill intentions.
The ruffle of knowledge, torn or lost,
portals to other times ignored.
Silent mockery, whispered comments
elusive like snakes, grasping at smoke.
Memory drifts in and around,
feeling peckish and lazy as cats in the sun.
The silent hunter, Sleep, striking quickly
when people aren't looking.
Fake smiles and faces kept up and
maintained like mansion gardens.
And all the while, the one in charge
keeps her own eyes blind to it all.

Lost Mind

I am going to lost my mind
and here are the reasons why.
My heart's been seized and so I cry,
mourning the loss of a lovely lie.

My heart's been dragged through shards of glass,
bloodied hands are wiped on grass.
Take the body and hold a mass,
for the poor, delusional little lass.

Dreams destroyed by a sudden truth,
the frail emotions of foolish youth.

Ghosts and Mirrors

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Mirror

A see-through mirror reflection,
useful until it's not anymore.
Dreams and hopes and wishes are irrelevant,
don't matter to those who matter.
Forgetful thoughts and reflections drown,
a sea of higher importance.
Push down the lowly ones,
smile but don't let it reach your eyes.
Or your heart.

Undeserved Friend

A dear friendly fellow,
trusting you forever.
Until every green thing
turned to dust particles,
and then blew away.
You were his god,
his fearless leader
into every new day.
But now where have
you led him to?
Your faithful friend,
never doubting companion,
power abused, worn and
now tired to death.
Ever at your side,
no reason what so ever.
You don't deserve this
friend, so happy to
see you every time.

Strangers

Such utter surprise,
yet joyfully so.
Two strangers met,
and yet they knew
each other well.
Such hope in their
eyes, like burning lights.
Hearts entwined, a lovely
dance of celebration.
Recognized themselves
in each other and
wanted to know more.
Let the journey
begin.

Once....

Once upon a time,
a woman had a baby,
but the baby looked so odd,
so they put the baby away,
into a treasure box,
and once again they tried,
this time, wanting perfection.

Once upon a time,
a woman had a baby,
but the baby was slightly ill,
so this one too was put away,
silent and simple little thing.

There was no cry
because it's alright.
Life isn't life
until we say so.
The fine line's been crossed,
there's no going back.