Unicorn of The Sea

What a mystical creature you are
a being so entirely bizarre

Destroy it.

It starts with a scratch.
Scratching.
Clawing.
Scraping.
Created a little hole.

And then you start to pull.
Pulling at the sides.
Make it bigger.
Until you are looking right inside.
Everything exposed.
A golden treasure of your own.

Everything you could ever want.
And there you see a heart exposed.
Grab it.
Pull it out.
And the treasure turns to bronze.
Left with nothing.

Spoiled

How do you make life boring?
no plot.
no character.
no climax.
no conflict.
no resolution and lessons learned.
Just give us everything we want when we want it.

Dying in my Sleep

like nails being hammered through
like the wood under a twisting screw
like breathing through a dented straw
like consuming with a broken buzz saw

regrets

words that
float on worthless air
on nights
bitter, drenched in despair
imprisoning
the mind, in which is screams
regrets
the residue of blind time - wasted!

Being With You Means Being With You

I have to think before I say
because
I don't want you to take it the wrong way

If I told you that I want my own time
you would
look at me like I confessed to a crime

You once left me and went away
and I
missed you day after day

I started to do things on my own
things I
I haven't done since you came home

you shouldn't care

I will cut my hair if I want to
You aren't the boss of me
I don't have to please you
being want you want to see

should it not matter what I look like
don't you like my personality
not that i'm cutting it short to spike
i'm in charge of my individuality