Born without a silver spoon,

everything must be earned,

struggle is what I read engraved on this rune,

found walking through a city of hope that has all burned,

Ashes completely cover the pavement like wrapping paper,

on the back of the rune was a quote,

shocked exhale in the cold turned air into vapor,

gasping at the words that someone carefully wrote,

saying in order to live, it must be made clear that you must learn to embrace the struggle

I count backwards
To steady my mind
It used to work
Now it doesn't
Its as if the pain keeps winning
Over everything
I can't sleep
I barely eat
I drink alot,but, now I cant get drunk
I just feel hurt
And angry
And bitter
And tired
Mostly tired
So tired

Choose any superpower which would you pick?

Hand shot up without a moment s thought

Loudly answered, “invisibility”

Just like that my wish came true

The following year released on my own

High school bells no longer clamored

Quote on quote entered the real world

Did not realize how invisible one can become

Simply by wearing a mask not even covering the eyes

The missing part of the face the brain could not compute

After a while internally start to feel as if disappearing

DARK

Being considered dark, is not bad
Just mysterious, perhaps for some
And not readily liable to frivolity
Telling jokes and embracing jollity
Suggesting greater depths to plumb
But maybe an ironic smile, not sad

Dark, sometimes seen as frightening
Can also offer thoughtful inspiration
Imagining what may lie beneath it all
With little pride, less chance of a fall
And keeping hidden any perturbation
Maintain no desire to be enlightening

With the candle lights
I shot him in a couple
In his briefcase
Painted with hallow tears of coat
That went down in a blur mirror to a dungeon
Not only had he gone, but all after war
With his brodie and dodie.
I counted my shoots with the capture sounds
That won my tosh tears
To ribbon my hand with flower
That kisses the earth and worms;
Like a dummy, I waited all my years
If anyone would shoot my briefcase in a couple.

With the candle lights
I shot him in a couple
In his briefcase
Painted with hallow tears of coat
That went down in a blur mirror to a dungeon
Not only had he gone, but all after war
With his brodie and dodie.
I counted my shoots with the capture sounds
That won my tosh tears
To ribbon my hand with flower
That kisses the earth and worms;
Like a dummy, I waited all my years
If anyone would shoot my briefcase in a couple.

We fight, we beg and plead for gran
To quit that habit and live a long life span
America's future nurses we heard all the risk of cancer
She either lies or smiles and doesn't give us an answer

Later she says she’ll quit for sure
At the same time she lights it behind the balcony door
The smell of smoke rids the air you can see the look in her face
Nana is still smokin in her favorite place