Suphyx

I will get that mouse, Just you wait and see! I will get that mouse, He won’t escape from me! Wait! There is is! Pounce! Aw, I missed. Back to waiting, This meal will happen. Back to waiting, Just watching him fatten. Wait! There he is! Pounce! Shoot, i missed. I will crunch him down, This will be a great meal! I will chomp him down, His fate is sealed. Wait! There he is! Pounce! The chase is on! Scamper little beast, I am faster then you! Scamper little beast, Your minutes are few. No! Don’t go back there- Pout! I will not loose! Back to waiting again, Patience is all I need. Back to waiting again, His actions I can read. The

It rises over the horizon like a leaking, gaseous sun. Creaking, clanking, complaining in the tendrils of cloud grasping at it- tearing away to rise over yet another hill, stirring rainbow glinting dew streaks in the asphalt jungle gym. its garish veneer reflecting the early morning rays harshly, blinding all who look upon its luminescent varnish. The brilliant exoskeleton of this marvelous bug reflects its officious innards Urchin minds weary yet wild, fresh fantastical. It has become the symbol of dread, hope, late nights, early mornings, freedom, captivity. This simply embellished wreck, become an enigma within itself as more join it

How can someone so beautiful and smart Be so sad she said. I guess she just doesnt get it The emptiness that grows The loneliness that fastens The, rot Or the way how a mirror doesnt reflect The, way you want The lies that spin in your head Or the fears that walk Screaming without an end Maybe a day in my head Would make her understand that beauty and smarts Doesnt mean happiness in this Empty ugly life

33 years he's lived 33 years he's been lost He takes a look at his friends All following dreams Some successfully Some not so much But all seem happy He looks back at himself No dreams No desires No hope No life He's wandering But tonight it all changes Tonight he comes home He closes his eyes Drifts into eternal slumber

pull me down force me to drown pour the water in the lungs make me sleep to stop feeling this weak hate feeling like a broken gleam hold the blade force the red make me finally give up this endless race

How do I not hate her? She took from me that which I love most! And for what reason? I still don't know! Now I can only watch As she appears to be pulling the strings Guiding the movements and actions of my queen How can I let her do this, These acts that verge On psychological abuse? Fabricating sides and forcing ultimatums How can witness all of this, and still manage to forgive her?

It wasn’t when I was half way down. It wasn’t when I crashed. It wasn’t when I jumped. It was an idea that has been destroyed, been revived, survived the harshest treatment an idea can endure. It was an idea that had conditioned me into what I thought was reality. I gave into it. I gave into its hypnotizing ways, training me the basics of holding my breath, teaching me how to vanish when I’m in the spotlight, instructing me how to enter the realm of darkness until I no longer saw the light of my life. It brought me away from the ones that held my hand tightly as I was stuck in a position, which I had no control over. T