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The Princess and the DemonThe princess was perfect as could be,
Admired by everyone she would see.
Her skin was smooth and very fair.
So long and flowing was her hair.
But there was one thing she feared.
She heard the demon coming near.
The demon would attack the town,
Destroy everything that was around.
Despite all her great fame,
The demon she could not tame.
As the demon continued to grow.
There was a secret the town didn't know.
There was no one she could confide.
The demon the princess held inside.
At night the princess just changed.
Her mind and body become deranged.
Her town she didn't know how to defend.
Only one way she could bring to an end.
One quick draw of the knife.
The princess took the demon's life.
Happy As Could BeThe boy was as happy as could be.
A joy to everyone he would see.
Stop and chat for a while.
He could make anyone smile.
Everyone wished they could be him.
So pure he was, without sin.
But he loved to be by himself.
He had hid from everyone else.
All the smiles were in vain.
His mind was filled with pain.
He didn't know how to end.
Known not by a single friend.
Everyone thought he was fine.
He gave a smile for the last time.
Only MeWhat would it feel like,
To just disappear.
You wouldn't know,
If you just weren't here.
There is no feeling,
Because you can't feel.
You can't interpret.
You just aren't real.
It's so lonely here,
Where you used to be.
I look around,
But it's only me.
Protect MeProtect me from strangers,
Those that want to harm.
Protect me from liars,
Using me for their good.
Protect me from my heart,
It's so easy to break.
Protect me from the voice,
She has such anger.
Protect me from depression,
It can overwhelm.
Protect me from myself,
I'm the biggest threat.
MoodsMoods constantly changing.
My mind is rearranging.
Feels like I'm under a hex.
Don't know who I'll be next.
One minute I am on high.
Next I think I may die.
Then I'm filled with apathy.
Next I think everyone hates me.
Then my heart starts to ache.
Next I have a nervous shake.
Then I sexually frustrate,
But I'm too upset to masturbate.
My moods have become a blur.
I quickly switch between me and her.
I can't tell who I am.
Am I me or am I Sam?
I don't know who I'll next be.
I'm dying for some consistency.
Newly Formed SnowFloating along the newly formed snow.
No path telling me where to go.
Nothing bare could be found.
Not a single soul around.
Trees covered with a sheet of ice.
New sites as I look thrice.
Beautiful sites never seen before.
Drawing me in, wanting more.
Magical everything seems.
Can't believe it's not a dream.
I take my step and blaze my way.
The sun appears to start the day.
The Boy and his GirlfriendThe boy loved his girlfriend so.
More beauty than you could ever know.
She smiled at him so sweet.
She was so happy when they meet.
Lately he had turned ill.
He only lived because of will.
He had lived only for her,
But it was more than he could endure.
He took his final breath.
Laid forever to rest.
The girlfriend stared for a while.
On her face she wore a smile.
She wasn't at all shaken,
For his life she had taken.
For her he would die.
She knew it wasn't a lie.
For it's souls that she craves.
Brought to his final days.
Her love was one to fear.
A new boy was bound to be near.
Come BackWill you come back?
I wish you'd return.
But your hatred,
I always seem to spurn.
That's why I did it.
I made things this way.
You know that I had to.
What else can I say?
I really do miss you.
It's so lonely here,
But your wrath,
I really do fear.
Is there a balance.
Maybe I'll ask.
Finding the sweet spot,
Will be quite a task.
If we can be happy,
Just me and you.
There isn't anything,
I wouldn't do.
Europa ExplorationGet ready, we're going to space.
Looking for a different race.
Unknown what we'll find.
New materials we can mine.
Europa is our next stop.
Pray as the rocket drops.
Everything is going nice.
Gotta get through the thick ice.
Melting is going so slow.
Better than a drill, though.
Now the robot must rearrange.
Into a swimmer it does change.
There is nothing to be found.
Must go closer to the ground.
Life can only be found deep.
Huge batteries that will not sleep.
Pressure requires special skin.
Can't believe the place we're in.
Against a rock, the robot scrapes.
Turns into a terrible shape.
Inside the pressure gets.
Computer parts turning wet.
Didn't find any life yet.
Better steering, they can't forget.
Dark Crevices.Dark Crevices.
Little one, monsters do not sleep under your bed.
They prefer to procure the space inside your head.
And all those white lies your mother told you
Are from made up fairy tales she once read.
When you woke up and begged for her presence.
Shaking, snivelling and waiting for her to console you.
You never had the need to perform any form of penance.
As she would make them vanish by only uttering a sentence.
All those proverbs and warm words your mother sold you,
Are there to assure you when she is not able to watch over.
But no amount of prayers, dream catchers and four leaf clovers.
Can protect you from what prowls directly above your shoulders.
And all those white lies your mother told you.
Shaking, snivelling and waiting for her to console you.
All those proverbs and warm words your mother sold you.
Will not help when the demons decide to take a hold of you.
Someone Else.Someone Else.
I wish I had a...
A heart that is malleable.
A mind that isn’t practical
And a life that is fanciful.
I wish I had a...
Tranquil touch that never hurts.
A mouth that thinks before it spurts
And a body that is control of its nerves.
I wish I had...
Feet that are confident and able walk fast.
Hopeful hands that have a firm but soft grasp
And an ass that can rebound after every task.
I wish I had a smile that is permanent.
I wish I had eyes that were not so observant.
I wish I had the mass to withstand any disturbance.
Sometimes I wish I could be a completely different person.
I am not British nor am I English,
I am a member of the planet earth.
My skin is black making it hard to distinguish
That I do not belong to any specific turf.
Although my passport may say otherwise
And there may be boxes I am forced to tick.
My Continental ties are instrumental in their eyes.
Just like you, I am vulnerable to stones and sticks.
My hair may be curly and my nose may be wide
But my extremities are bound to any communal cemetery.
If you would be willing to compare a picture of our insides.
You will see that our differences are purely elementary.
Yet you are conditioned to see me as incompatible
And this misplaced backhand is something I can understand.
Even though your judgments are far from factual.
Despite our fathers demands, I will still openly shake your hand.
I may wear trainers and you may wear shoes.
You might like rock music and I might prefer rap and reggae.
My team may win today and your team may lose.
But we both will eat, sleep and
One of Many.One of Many.
I'm afraid of your judgments.
I'm afraid of what you will think of me.
So I make subtle adjustments
And become someone you want me to be.
I hide behind my mascara and concealer.
Smile and respond when instructed.
I'm not smart or sexy enough to be a leader.
So I allow myself to become conducted.
I allow myself to become obstructed.
I allow myself to become abducted.
I allow myself to become corrupted.
I allow myself to become artificial.
I allow myself to become superficial.
I allow myself to become egotistical
And live behind a carefully applied screen.
Because my real face can never be seen.
It's easier to act like everyone else
Share the same values and tastes.
Believe the illusion and forget yourself.
Because the bare truth is to spiteful to face.
If you dare to stand out,
Expect no helping hand outs.
You have to completely give in,
If you want to be a part of the world that we live in.
After all, everybody just wants to be able to fit in.
To my sisterLike a sister I do love you
The sister who never was mine
Older sister I look up to
My younger sister fair and fine
And you're more than a friend to me
My twin sister with diff'rent blood
We're seperated by the sea
But to you my heart does still spud
Sometimes I curse all of the miles
You and me thousands do divide
I want to witness all your smiles
Those which are born from deep inside
I cannot hold you when you cry
And I really wish that I could
Still a dreamer's mind does fly
And it'll be with you for good
And it brought this few lines to you
Written from deep within the heart
And each single word here is true
A wish from somewhere far apart
To my sister so far away:
I wish you a happy birthday
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After my harrowing, nearly fatal experience with a former colleague, I can attest to the latter.
Nearly eight years have passed since I saw my old friend from university, John Ellis. We were both doctoral students in the biology program, but we studied different sub-fields. I was in biochemistry, while he was researching genetic engineering.
I quickly realized that, for all of his faults, John was a bright, diligent student. I've heard from his former roommates and fellow students that he was always working, even through all of the semester breaks. He was a year younger than me, and majore
love, in twenty easy steps1. You give them your wings as a warning, a weapon, a way to tell them that you are trouble with a capital T. You took back the mark of the beast, made it yours, carving your shaky allegiance into the skin of your back – made every deep white scar, every snarled tear and blemish your own. You shook through the pain, high on adrenaline, the challenge of it, your vision whiting out and it’s all in your head, none of it’s real – and your mind’s never flared as whitehotbrilliant as it has with all the fire and ice and rage of a chained comet burning through your skin, giving you wings. You liked the pain in the moment and the blood in the aftermath, slick and hot and alive, and you guess every scientist has a death wish in their own way.
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Monsters and MadnessI release the madness blindly.
Not thinking, not really.
My madness is in monsters that are inside me, they like to play.
"Let us out, you know you want to." They say.
And when they do, they take control and stay.
They are all the words and all of the things I do angrily.
And once everything is said and done, they come back happily.
They eagerly wait for the next time to come out and play.
My monsters I can't stop or control at times, and they don't go away.
ChessThe ground is a lie that broke under our feet
stairways cracking and crumbling under soles
as I watched the pieces falling into the emptiness below
Looking back from the other shore
the traces of my foosteps are still visible on the board
as the movements of the knight and the bishop
and finally, the pawn
The chessboard is littered with the remains of the two rooks
both decimated by the white queen who now stands in F7
solemn and unapproachable and yet majestic in her solace
The moves, even when swift and decisive
were filled with reluctance and regret
and all of them found in textbooks and great tomes
the past, the present and the future predicted
by games played centuries ago by grandmasters
and other players far better than ourselves
and yet, there we were trying to outmaneuver each other
with the growing understanding of that old wisdom
until the fateful moments of the last moves,
when the last pawn was captured en passant
the bishop broken, and the king forced to regroup
or was it
Boy of FiveThere stood a little boy of five.
Doesn't know what it means to be alive.
Below him, his mother bleeds to death.
He watches as she takes her final breath.
He doesn't understand that she's dead.
His hand slowly pats her head.
He stands there until he's bored.
His mom's not really fun anymore.
"I love you," he wished she would say.
He dropped the knife and walked away.
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