Cute

What's that?

You think I'm cute?

What happened to the monster that you all told me I was then and forever?

You think now that I posess some sort of beauty?

Your wrong.

You told me I was loathe to exist in the minds of my peers, of all people, of even the devine!

There were times that I wept, Abhoring myself, the living gargoyle. flesh of the damned.

And now, I'm cute?

Well then, perhaps I misjudged.

Perhaps I was wrong.

The beauty is in the irony.

The monster is now within,

And I'll never forgive any of you

who planted the seeds of that damnation

and so I am damned and so are you.

Cute, don't you think?

Vivid Happy Face

Bright eyes!

Eyes aflame

hot with rage

within quiet,

quiet waiting

behind a mask

a front a smile

in form of a sheid of teeth.

Gnawing teeth.

Grating teeth.

Grinding. Lips parted

chapped and bloody from gnawing.

Nervously gnawing.

But the smile remains.

Bright eyes.

bright with flame searing into souls.

Gentle hands.

Easily bruised.

Young hands bruised when young.

Clenched reactively protectively.

Stay away.

He needs no consoling.

See how he smiles!

He is content.

Happy violently happy.

Too happy.

Sad to give and sad to get

but rather I smile than someone else.

The Mall

There is a shiny place where blind and conservative businessmen buy their pre-packaged plastic dreams then pay seventy cents a day with a twenty to buy sweet toothed flash frozen garbage over the counter from people they expect to prostrate themselves and to like being called mechanical sub-human underpaid brats who should look up to their deluded elders so that one day if their capitolism spawned greed kissing play games with your life politicians decide your ready you can be just like them and live a lie through carbonated poison and telivised nightmares candy-coated for your own good.

Tick Tock

time passes

and we mourn

it

silently

time dyes

and

it

is born

all at once

never in a while

never

then

always

now

its always

now

you cannot escape

now

time moves forward

but your always

now

you die and time continues

you lie and time goes on

you live

you exist

you be

you are

you see

you move

you:

now.

Time Enough

not enough hours in the day

I can never finish what I start

becomes a dream

something long forgotten.

not enough hours in the day

to feel

to write

to think

to rest

just respond to stimlui.

not enough hours in the day

running the rat maze of life

stop asking questions

and accept

and cope

and survive.

not enough hours in the day

To do what I have to.

To do what they want me to.

To do what I want.

A list of to do.

checks by a few

not enough hours in the day.

not enough.

never enough.

enough!