Poem

"I love you."

The words dripped out of her mouth like honey,
But it wasn't honey.
It was dirt.
Maggots and roaches spilling out,
Turning black.
The parasites crawl up your body and into your skin.
It infects you with false happiness,
That can only be identified by those who look.
But no one is looking,
Everyone's eyes have been sewn shut.
Love becomes a chore,
Then an expectation,
Then an infectious disease.
But before then it was a lie.
Believed by one,
Told by the other.
Thus everything in your fragile world is engulfed,
It's like quicksand.

But you didn't sink slowly,
You sank all at once.

That Girl

She had something, something no one else did. She wasn't popular, she didn't get recognized;that's exactly how she felt too. There was a time she tried, she tried to be one of them, but she quickly realized that's not who she was; or what she wanted to be. She hung out with the popular people, but she didn't trust them. They were everything but her friends. She laughed, and had fun; she wasn't really happy though. If she wasn't with "those girls" she didn't talk much. Even if she was around them she still didn't talk much. She was so beautiful, funny, and out going. I never really talked to her, maybe a couple of times. When we did talk she was always cheerful and fun to be around. Yesterday, she didn't come to school. Which is not like OMG, lets freak out. Until hr parents got a call saying she was absent. That's when it all started. Her parents had called everyone they could to see where she was, no one did. It makes you wonder, wonder where she is;what's really wrong with her. Even though she didn't talk to anyone much, or me, it made me want to talk to her. Just have one conversation. In your mind you think, a person so beautiful, a person so different, why so sad ? You'll never know, but you can look, look into her eyes and see the pain. She came to school a week later. The same, just a little more hurt.

About Life

Once, Once there ‘Was’
There still is, just not as there was
Not like back then
Then
Then, the time of no worries
The time of simple pleasure
The time of make believe
And no digital observation
Now, however, it is different.
Now it is full of media
Media the size of corpses
Full of farce depictions of life
By 12-year-olds in all black
With little or no knowledge of life at all
Looking in hindsight,
We see that none of our depictions mattered
They were just clouded opinions
Made by social constructs

One may think that I wish
To be back in the ‘Was’
They would be wrong
I make do
I keep living in the now
To forge an opinion of my own
To meet people and foster their trust
And to not think too much
About the ‘Then’
So one day, when my body gets tired and old
I can rest knowing I have made friends
And I have learned something
About life

Niff Snave

His Eyes

Gleaming copper,
Smiling gold.
Still innocent,
Not yet cold.
Sparkling in
the hot sun.
All day,
Until day is done.
Looking up,
To the skies.
Everything's perfect,
in those eyes.