Past it all

Umbrella float me down
past solid ground

take me higher
past mountains and purple snow caps

float me past

big balloons
umbrella.

move mountains
over skyscrapers

and hillsides
and views

away from home
cover me rain
engulf me waterfalls of mist
sheild me umbrella
past it all

Rain

Daises
It's raining
drip drip
raining daises
it smells so sweet

sweet rain
trickling petals

daisy
it's raining daises

a skyfield
eversweet

smelling of daises

the thought drives me crazy

Dot.

dot dot
single page
red spot

several now
dripping pens
ink blood
pens bleed

arms rip
pens caps
drip
pools

red ink
I've become

a pen
watch me run

No where is home

Pink lips forming words I won't hear
Small emotions
becoming expressionless

Tuning in on my soul's piano
I play a happy song

It sounds twisted as I hear it
dark when I feel it

Like cold water rushing through my pipes

storm clouds swirl above
letting down tears
warm yet chilling to the touch

I think about my actions
I cannot take them back
for all I have done
has brought me here

Where I belong
no where

Words are invisible ink

I don't have scars.
I had scars.
they have faded.

Just like the person I was;
when these words hurt me.

When I tried to be perfect
I was shut down
turned off
forgotten

morfed into this person with scars.

these scars only I can see

What I myself seem to be;
someone hiding behind a vocal blade

covered in sharp words.

Minds Sheep

Pages
each is like an open space
I could spill my mind onto it

like a inspirational bullet

I would probably crumple the page
my thought won't do  what I want

They're like mush
piles of ideas and dreams

to sort through
the best live on the bottom
they thrive in the dark

surrounded by happy thoughts
they're cruel
sinners

They eat grass like sheep
but they're not sheep
everyone else is

words

Words
Why do they mean so much
but you tell me words are like bullets
and I cannot take them back
Its just a sound
but I thought sticks and stones hurt you
not words
It just slides off my tongue
Its the simpliest way to express
but just would word could depress
The simple movement of it confuses me
My first words heard
but my last word will not be
the words I speak will be only to me