Mistress Mary(Mistress Mary quite contrary,) you tell us to love, then chastise when I do.(How does your garden grow?) how do you like your world to be?(With silver bells, and cockle-shells) all in order, normal, and chained(And pretty maids all in a row.) maids for men and nothing else.
a letter to you.to you:I am writing this (stupid.poem.) to tell youhow much I absolutely, positively (admire.desire.adore.)deplore you. That you are the (most.wonderful.amazing.marvelous) stupidest person on thisplanet. I can't believe how (much.your.smile.has.an.effect.on.me.) easily you fell for that(mentally.deranged.) girl (if.you.can.call.her.that.).I think I should take the time to tell you that your(shoulders.eyes.hands.) ignorance amazes me.I didn't think that anyone could (stupify.my.brain.so.easily.) sleep around as much as you do. I'd like(your.hands.on.my.hips.) to think that one day you will(like.me.back.) wake up and see (how.badly.i've.fallen)that what you're doing is (breaking.my.heart.) wrong.I find it nearly impossible to (.get.you.out.of.my.head.)believe that you really like her (you.can't.it's.impossible.)Your jokes are (really.quite.funny.just.because.you.said.them.)pathetic. You are really quite (altogether.wonderful.) immature.I just want you to know that (i.l
blackoutand the lights black outstress surroundingrising to a tumultuous crescendopounding in my eardrumsbeating at my chestrattling my barslike a wild thing cagedand the nightmares beginraging angry coloursand shapes of hatepulling me inan abyss of despairfalling, drowning,suffocating mein this world of fearand the tears flood my visionblocking out the surrounding worldattacking me with the weaknessof my own thoughtsbeating me down until i'vefallen on the pavementbruised and bloodyand the confusion sets inparalyzing me with frightmy lungs, my bodyscreaming for reliefbut meanwhile the madness continuespulling me deeper,controlling me completelyuntil nothing is left
Princess CharmingDarling,I don't want a Knight in shining armour.I need no fairytale ending.I don't expect true love's first kiss.And I don't believe in using pixie dustto make me spread my wingsand fly.I just need you.You're no knight -But Princess Charming is enough for me.Your kiss would be enough -to outlast any fairytale ending.Your touch would last far longer -Than any pixie dust ever could.So, Princess, when will you come and save me?
the quiet hours.In the quiet hours of dawn, you asked for a friend.A good friend, one to be there always.And got one.In the early hours of the morn, you begged for a confidant.One to trust with your darkest secrets.Ask and you shall receive.In the burning afternoon heat, you told me you loved me.With all your heart, me and only me.I told you we were friends, nothing more.I lied.In the dying hours of dusk, you showed me your bruises.The effects of a family who you thought you don't deserve.When really, they don't deserve you.In the darkness of twilight, you lied. And then laughed.A joke, you said, don't be so serious.No one was laughing - but you.In the dead of night, I died.You had taken everything -Love, laughter, friendship. And Life itself.In the hopeful hours of dawn, I rose.Wiped my hands of your pathetic life,And walked.