Song...part of it at least....(all i've gotten so far)

What is wrong with the society?

It feels like vultures are watching over me!

Tempted by the hands of fate,

Pushed through hell's gates.

What is wrong with this society?

Vultures tamper with my memories!

Time and time again I begin to spin,

Out of control, closed, then open.

Mother's Day Poem To My Mom

Ocean waves crush over blooming flowers,

As Teddy Bears dance circles around trees with golden leaves;

Jade earrings intertwine silver looped rings of inner fire,

And lucky stars sparkle full of sunshine & desire;

Kittens cuddle inside crystal caverns,

As piles of gold bubble over the brim of their temptatious eyes;

Children play in shallow meadows of imagination,

And soothing rhythms rock their fears to sleep;

The warmth fades and turns to cold stones,

As penguins snuggle into dreams of ruby jewelry & happy homes.

Random Beginning

Her roughly cut nails dug into her palm as her heart started to excellerate. She gasped and clutched her stomach to stop it from turning, while her head pounded and her creases began to sweat. The tips of her bangs crawled up her nose, and thrust themselves into her eyes and mouth. Flexing in an uncontrollable manner with her toes pointed straight down as they cracked in an awkward pleasure unknown to her body, she panted. As his salt soaked body pushed against hers and trespassed inside her, she began to moan. Again, and again, till her body roared with an amazing satisfaction hat left her breathless.

Depression

The crime is not one of which

can be done, but one of which

that boils and breaks through your

bones till the chips of your spine

pierce your heart and your eyes cry

invisible rivers that flow through

your head, and yet your mouth is

unable to speak of these tragedies

and your body does not try and

stop the pain, for you have fallen

into a disasterous spiral, unable

to emerge on your own, but

unwilling to accept the help that

will set you free from your minds

own humility.