I’m ten feet tall, and full of muscle

When people see me, they see trouble

When I arrive, the party stops

They all panic, and call the cops

I’m light as air, and I fly free

Just air between the ground and me

The sun is high, but I rise higher

Away from pain and stale desire

In the dark, I see the world

As beautiful as when dawn unfurls

It does not scare me, I’m not afraid

I love the frozen, blackened shade

In my heart, there’s joy and love

I dance beneath the sky above

There are no strangers still unknown

And I will never be alone


Disclaimer: Smoking is bad for you. Writing is good for you. 

It rests beneath my fingertips

Soft, yet crunchy. I raise it to my lips,

Take a deep breath in, lower, exhale.

A puff of smoke rises.

Again I inhale.

I stand by the window, bathed by the moon

Its silvery light shines bright in the room

The world lies below me, no movement or breeze

The stillness is stifling, just like a disease

It’s burning my lungs. I breathe out again.

Take another puff.

And another.

And another.

My eyes fill with smoke, and water. I open the window.

It’s too cold.

My heart feels heavy, like it’s made of gold.

Oh, if I had that gold, then I’d be so rich

I’d have a palace, and diamonds,

And satin

And lace

Pearls to frame my wrinkled face

But I am too poor. I take another puff.

They say it will kill me, but I don’t mind much.

There’s not much to miss here, and I’m too high to care

The ashes spread on my clothes and the floor.

The smoke rises.

It’s everywhere.

Burn On

In the darkness, there is no light

No love, no laughter, only endless night

I stand by the altar, my soul dripping in sin

I stare at the heavens, where I won’t be let in

In my hand rests a candle, white wrapped in gold

It will be lit for the sins which will never be told

There are no words at all for the things that I’ve done

In me, God is weak; the devil’s already won

But I can still feel it, and I can still mourn

For the hope and the love I’ve shredded and torn

I have a match in my hand. Look, the candle is lit.

I walk to the pew, and, in silence, I sit.

The whole church is dark, save the flame up ahead

My body feels heavy, like it’s made out of lead

The flame burns so brightly, it makes my eyes bleed

As I sit, I bleed out the sins of life that I lead

Though I am of darkness, I sit through the night

I’m facing my candle, which is still burning bright

And when the sun rises, I’ll rise too, and be gone

But my flame will still burn; yes, the light will go on

Nobody Loves

If nobody loves you, do you shrivel and die?

You can’t live without love, so why even try?

If nobody loves you, then there’s nobody there

To hug you or hear you or act like they care

If nobody loves you, then there’s no one at all

To stay with you, hold your hand, or answer your calls

If nobody loves you, then your heart won’t be fed

It will slowly stop beating, and then you’ll be dead

If nobody loves you, then your love is one-sided

Because people must love, that’s what God decided

If nobody loves you, then you will be empty

You can’t smile, laugh, or joke, or even be friendly

Because, if nobody loves you, then no one will know

If your time has expired, and your soul must go

If nobody loves you, then no one will cry

At your grave and remember the day that you died

If nobody loves you, will your spirit go on?

Or will you fade into darkness, as the whole world moves on?

Living In You

I can’t lose you; you’re all I have
If I don’t have, then I’ll go mad
I can’t let go, can’t go on my own
I am too scared to be left all alone
The world is too big, and people don’t care
If you’re hurt or you’re crying, if you’re lost or you’re scared
If I don’t have you with me, then there’s no one at all
To love me or need me or be there when I call
I love you so much! But that isn’t enough
To keep you from leaving, from escaping my touch
I can’t let you go, but I haven’t a say
In what the fates dictate will happen today
But please, do not leave me! I can’t be alone
I still need you near me! Don’t leave me alone!
We have dreams that need living! We have two lives to live!
We have promises to keep, and so much to give!
We can have a bright future! Please don’t fade away!
I don’t want to lose you, not now, not today
Summer’s finally here, and our heartbeats are songs
But why is yours fading? The rhythm’s all wrong!
No, don’t close your eyes! They might not open again!
Oh, please, please, don’t do this! This can’t be the end!
Oh, please, just say something! Anything at all!
I love you so much, but you won’t answer my call!
I can’t feel your heart, and your lips have turned blue
Your hands feel so cold…I think I’m facing the truth.
I’m alone again, aren’t I? The silence is thick
The tears come down slowly, but my heartbeat is quick
You’re dead in my arms, and I am dead, too,
Because all that I lived for was living in you

Game of Thrones, In Summary

I have never seen Game of Thrones. Nor have I a desire to. However, I have learnt a great deal about the show from the people around me. I have accumulated a list of facts about the show I have gathered over the years.

Warning: This probably contains spoilers.

    1. Jon Snow knows nothing.
    2. And no one bothers to send the poor boy to school.
    3. Joffrey dies. This is a good thing, and makes people happy.
    4. Joffrey’s death is the creators’ way of making a public statement about Justin Bieber.
    5. Lord Stark dies.
    6. There are people named Stark. But none of them are called Tony.
    7. There is a girl named ‘Day-nay-rus’ who makes for a wonderful Halloween costume.
    8. Especially if you put a tiny dragon on your shoulder.
    9. There are tiny dragons in this? Maybe I should watch it, after all.
    10. Said tiny dragons cost an awful lot in the stores.
    11. Maybe it’s not worth it after all.
    12. It’s not appropriate to watch Game of Thrones at school.
    13. Or at Starbucks.
    14. Or on the subway.
    15. Or with your eight-year-old cousin.
    16. Or anywhere, really, except in your basement. With all the lights off. And the doors locked.
    17. Winter is coming. Even if it’s already here.
    18. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
    19. There is somebody named Arya who isn’t an elf.
    20. Everyone dies. Seriously. Everyone.
    21. You don’t have to watch every episode to be caught up. Or every season.
    1. Because everybody dies. That’s all you need to know.
    1. There can be intense debates about the existential meaning of certain scenes.
    1. Getting attached to characters is not recommended.
    1. Because they’ll end up dying, anyway.
    1. The whole thing is based on a series of books written by an old man.
    1. Who’s still writing books.
    1. Good for you, old man.
    2. Some interesting names coming from a man named George Martin.
    1. Jaqen H’ghar? How do you even say that?
    1. There is some seriously nice costuming that happens in this show.
    2. HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    3. The whole thing happens in a sort of mythical land.
    4. It’s a good thing adultery isn’t illegal in this mythical land.
    5. Or incest. Apparently.
    6. Or nudity. Apparently.
    7. In front of a camera. Apparently.
    8. Geesh!
    9. Is there actually a plot to this show?
    10. Is there actually a plot to life?
    11. Life leads to death. End of life. End of show.

Death’s Light

He knocked twice on the door, late one night

When the house was dark, and the moon was bright

I didn’t answer his call, but he still came in

He wore Prada and Gucci, and a lop-sided grin

“Good morning, m’dear,” he said, with a bow

“Pardon the intrusion, I hope you’re not busy right now.”

“W-Who are you?” I stuttered, with uneven, bated breath

“My dear, don’t you worry,” he said calmly. “I’m Death.”

“Death!” I said hoarsely. “Is it really my time?”

“Oh, please,” he said. “Is calling on an old friend a crime?”

“You’re no friend of mine,” I said, turning away,

“I remember what you’ve done. There’s no need to stay.”

“But their times were up,” Death said, as he sat down.

“Oh, dear, don’t be sad! You know I hate when you frown!”

I glared at the reaper, in his dark, pinstriped suit,

“You took away my sister, and both my brothers, too!

You’re a vile piece of work, and you revel in despair

Did you think you could barge in, and that I wouldn’t care?

Death looked taken aback by my sudden, angry rant

“My dear, don’t wish for things you know I cannot grant.

I hate to see you hurting, you, my only, one true friend.

But there are some things I can’t do; all lives some time must end!”

I crossed my arms. How dare he! Justifying his crimes,

As he sat in front of me, contemplating taking mine!

“You really are a monster, Death. You’ve taken all my friends.

Remember Kate and Mary-Lou, Josephine, and Ben?”

“I am quite sorry,” Death told me, wiping away a tear.

“But there was nothing to be done at all. None at all, I fear.”

“You sly, conniving crocodile! You wasp in summer’s heat!”

I slapped Death twice across the face, and then I stomped my feet.

“You took the world away from me! My cat, my aunt, my lover,

And when I thought you could take no more, Death, you took my poor, old mother!

Are you glad to see me all alone? Do you revel in my angst?

Death, if this is friendship, I don’t want it! I’ll be on my own. No thanks!”

“Lives are written in stone, m’dear,” Death said, reaching for my hand.

“I cannot change the things that are written for those who dwell in this land.

I cannot change the past for you, but there is one thing I can say…

Friends on this world live and die, but I’m a friend who will stay.”

I though that I’d been very clear. I never wanted him to stay.

But Death, whether friend or foe or in between, will never go away.

And so I said, “Well, there’s no point in going on, nothing left for me to do.

Death, if you are going away, perhaps you could take me, too?”

He jumped for joy, that grisly Grim, who reaped the souls I loved

And then he took me in his arms, and carried me up above!

And, now, when Death collects his souls, I also go with him

As friends, we work together to perform a job so cruel and grim

Yet, in our work we shine, a spark of friendship, warm and bright

And that is why, when you die, you will always see a Light.


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