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Everyday the sun will shine I will never cry Mephisto will never lie

Here it comes. A beast set out for its prey. A small soul, Unsure of its readiness for the world, Cowers. The beast is a nothing yet. It is without features, And passion, And blood. It is only when the soul lets out a shriek, Awakening life, That the beast trembles. It is a lovely sight. This flesh will submit. This umbra is the master here

"I am a poet." She whispers to herself in the mirror. She's smiling. She's being positive these days. She's looking at her And she's happy. She is me. She is a poet. I am a poet. I am happily, and confidently A poet.

I'm not yet sick, Sore in my shivers, Perspiring in night air. I've still got Words In these bones, Like helium. I'm not far off, though From dragging these dead weights In glass skin and hollow flesh. All I can do is try to dig Myself out of this sunken Naval ship With trembling limbs Before I cough up the sea And break myself Again.

I'm sloppy and angry and sad. I'm fumbling and I can feel it. I wanna be that little boy. Watching Spongebob right now at home on a Sunday night. I don't like being out here for extended periods of time. I want my parents and my couch. I wanna be watching Spongebob with my dog. I wanna be blissfully alone, comfortable. I was an only child for a reason. My outline is late. It's so hard to make myself care though and it eats at me. Maybe that's just realism though. There's no changing it at this point. Hindsight admonishment does no good for the spirit. I like those quick bursts of gratification in which I'm enjoying things. They're spasmodic a

In my mind I'm from the past. I'm still a child. And I've woken up In a world unknown And it's hard to breath. See I was born to be alone.

I don't live here in this house. I'm in NYC Living with the little lamb.

This time when I wake up, I remember my dream. Though it was more of a nightmare. I was standing in a field, face to face with myself. Though she quickly transformed into her. She grinned and Andy was standing next her, offering a hand for me to take. Quinn appeared on the other side of her. She didn't seem to notice that it wasn't me she was with. I was terrified for her. My eyes darted between the three of them quickly. Her grin fell. She wasn't happy. I wanted her to run to me, to hit me and hurt me but she wouldn't. She swung around and smacked Quinn to the grass. Quinn was breathing heavily and looked so scared. She got down next to her

     It's so dark. And quiet. I hate when it's dark, but even more when it's quiet. It's so...constant. The clock on my phone says it 3:52 a.m. But I think it's wrong. Its hard to see though because I'm crying. I hate waking up in the middle of the night. I was dreaming but what about is beyond me. If Maria were here she'd tell me that my tears were getting it out of my head because when there's something bad in your head, tears carry it out. I feel like something's wrong though. I climb off of my bed, the way a little kid does cause the bed's way too high off the ground.     I can't see that there's anything wrong. Pictures of me and her s

I'm so happy In this world so distinct from my own. I'm undeniably content In this land I have created. Excuse me? Can I help you? What is it you so desperately need As to drag me into your "Reality"? I'm unimpressed with your reasoning. I have more pressing matters To attend to, In another life. Goodbye. Don't send for me.