Words

My words sound better coming from my hands -

They fly
They soar
They sing
They dance

And they glide

They're beautiful, when told by my hands    

But told by my mouth

They're grotesque -

They fall

They fail

They hurt

They slip

And they die

So reading what I say

You may think you know me

You may think I'm

Deep

Wise

Understanding

Magical 

Beautiful . . .

And listening to what I say

You may think you know me

You may think I'm

Blunt

Babbling

Unsympathetic

Pessimistic

Grotesque . . .                                 

In reality I am neither of these people

And also both -

Deep and blunt

Wise and babbling

Understanding and unsympathetic

Magical and pessimistic

And beautifully grotesque

I fly and I fall

I soar and I fail

I sing and I hurt

I dance and I slip

I glide and I die

None of this is literal

This literature I'm writing

And to you

I may sound quite inviting

For you are hearing this all from my hands

And, well, the first line I wrote here still stands

Bad Wolf

A foul taste in my mouth
At the very back of my throat
Everyone hath gone away
No one was devote

Grinding teeth, such a noise
From such pearly whites
Glinting eyes, dripping tongue
They cometh most all nights

The big bad wolf bloweth down
My pride and confidence
Doctor giveth pills to construct
But wolf downs my fence

The red eyes of the damned
Wolf hath eaten my sleep
Doctor maketh promises
But still the wolf doth creep

It stalketh me wherever I go
No escape in sight
I run all day without fail
But they still find me in the night

Those greedy eyes, so judgment filled
Hungry to dismiss
My emotions, worries, fears
And tell me its all bliss

Those dripping teeth, mouth full of lies
Say their life's much worse
Focus on me, is what they say
Surely we're the ones with the curse

Those twitchy ears hear so much
But listen they do not
I try to make them understand
But their empathy is shot

Care for me, I beg the world
But no wolf will heed
The desperate shouts, the vicious tears
They want to see me bleed

Instead each wolf screams, "Care for me!
For I'm much more important than you!"
I hear their cries, but listen not
For I'm a bad wolf too

My Little Brother

My little brother is: A Pill
He never thinks of others and always takes his fill
He's lazy, immature, and all around a pain
He's always trying to swindle others for his own gain
He thinks I'm bossy, rude, and the type of person who always thinks they're right
We often make each other mad and we always seem to fight

My little brother is: My Friend
We'll stick together till the very end
I listen to him, and him to me
When one is sad the other tries to make them happy
We can sit and talk for hours, for each other we'll always be there
Even if we get in each other's hair

My little brother is: A Hassle
When we were small he'd always topple my block castle
I'm constantly stressing and worrying about him
Afraid he'll be hurt, whether emotionally or by breaking a limb
I try to shield and protect, but he gets angry when I do
I often try to parent him, so he thinks I'm a hassle too

My little brother is: Just That
We disagree like dog and cat
We're worst enemies and best of friends
How we act towards each other every day differs and depends
We fight, we laugh, we yell, we listen, and we tease each other
And I know I'll always love my little brother

Blind Wisdom

I'm no natural
None of this comes easy
I'm no perfect girl
That's just not me
You think my words flow
So simply from my mind
You think I find it easy
To obey the rules, blind

But you aren't here for my struggles
You don't see when things go wrong
You don't notice
When my morality isn't strong
You don't understand
The tornado inside
You don't realize
All the times I have lied

It isn't real
These things that I write
You think they're me
But they're not quite
I try to find myself in these words
But I'm never completely there
The words hide me
The sentences tear

It's all a lie, you know
That is what I do
But my lies are so pretty
That even I think they're true
Trying to sort out
The truths from the lies
Is impossible
For each word denies

Can you help me understand?
Tell me, am I false?
Is everything about me a lie?
Do I even truly have a pulse?
None of it makes sense
None of it rings true
Up is down
Red is blue

And it all just keeps going
None of it ever ends
The bold cry in silence
While the coward defends
The honest lie
The sad smile
I pour out my heart
And I'm lying all the while

Complete honesty?
No; I must save face
Blunt the sword
Poison the lace
Beautify the ugly
And damage the good
I don't know how to stop
But would I, if I could?

For these words
With beauty and grace
Make people feel
And think to question the lace
Is it so bad
To fictionalize my soul?
To make everything lovely
Or more horrid than coal?

Is it so bad
To want to paint myself a thing of wisdom?
Is it so bad
To want to build myself a protective kingdom?
Answer me honestly
Tell me what you think
For I am not a thing of wisdom
And I need someone to make my list of questions shrink

So what do you say?
What is the answer?
Do tell me if you know
But only if you're sure

Weak Link

So quiet
Too quiet
Can't hear myself think
There's a ringing
In my ears
That just won't shrink
I hold my tongue
For if I don't
I sink
I ruin
Everything
For I'm the weak link

There's a face
In the window
That is me
But I don't
Recognize it
For inside I look differently
I turn away
For I don't
Want to see
For when
I do
I'm filled with such vanity

People say
It's the inside
That's important
Yet still everyone tries
To fix their shells
With such intent
And no one cares
To fix their souls
It's all so bent
I know this yet still
I worry over my shell
And worry not when my morality is spent

I need
Outside noise
So my thoughts will shrink
In the silence
My thoughts are so loud
I can't think
I need to keep away
From my reflection
But I can't blink
In a world
Full of differences
Weakness is our link

There's beauty
To be found
In the simplest things
So much beauty
In a blossom
Yet we'd rather have rings
So much beauty
In a simple life
Yet we'd rather be kings
So much beauty
From time
Yet we cringe as the pendulum swings

We use makeup
To look younger
Or to look older
In our vanity
We yearn to grow
Bolder
But all it does
Is make us grow
Colder
For with such cover up
How can we show ourselves
And not simply shrug a shoulder?

Just enough noise now
To finally manage
To think
I break away momentarily
From my loud thoughts and
Insecurities that won't permanently shrink
I walk away from the glass
But still do not manage,
with my mind's eye, to blink
My last loud thought is -
Will we ever break the weak
And start a new, stronger link?