Bring flash in the sky

Oh how it lights up everything

Its streaks of bright electric light

So pretty

This lightning lights up my life

A little tingle of electricity

Caused by stress and love

Flowing through my veins

And sometimes it just all some out

And I become a one big streak of light

Sometimes dangerous

Sometimes nice looking making everyone ooh and ahh

Anything can be the lightning of life

I have found mine

Stress and love

Some of the strongest most powerful forces in human nature

Just like lightning

Lighting up the sky

Is this supposed to be a club or a safe haven for me?

I'm weary from all of my transgressions; all I long for is to see.

But all I see are these wolves beneath sheep skin

Trying to glorify their selfish hearts under deceitful grins.

In their eyes my soul is nothing to dust

For I am willing to acknowledge my shameful heart as it rusts.

Elitism and hypocrisy, oh my heart aches,

For I once walked in those shoes until I witnessed my reality break.

Is this what heaven will look like? I pray not,

For I would rather be damned alone then let a dim light shine on rot.

Am I the only broken soul here that can bleed?

Or to fault and imperfection do the followers refuse to heed?

Woe to the man who looks for roses without thorns

For even the self-proclaimed angels can bear horns.

I can't do this alone for I am depraved.

Only in my humiliation can grace be truly paved.

-D.S.

My head

The most important part of the body

It creates everything we see and think

Beautiful things

Glorious things

But then

You start to believe

Horrible things

Words that make you think scary things

They cause you to try to make beauty

But each word said

Carves away at

The statue of self image

Into nothing

Just shards left on the floor

Scraps

Raining down into nothingness

Unable to be put back together

She felt the spark

He felt the flicker of a flame

But when it was gone

Who was to blame?

The spark was gone

The flicker had disappeared

The ember didn't catch fire

and hearts where broken,

just as they had feared.

Paper towels. Check. A bowl for seeds. Check. Assorted knives. Check. 

I felt the searing pain with the first cut that split my skull across the top. My brains were tossed into the bowl. 

"How do you like it?" sneered the pumpkin, as it hollowed out my right eye socket.

Warm air throughout the day,rises admist the clouds,

Brewing within each second,releasing a few drops to the ground

The Storm has brought about moving air below

Sudden change to cold makes the wind start to blow

Illuminating charge,creates spark as a light form

Travelling through a channel which then creates the light of the storm

Clouds within are threatening,any second you know they'll burst

The pressures creeping higher, its about to show the worst

Faster as its darker they have no interest to say good bye

Building up those droplets,the wind has froze them in the sky

Pressures at its peak now,there to heavy so now they fall

What is known as hail has dropped,looks like a frozen water ball

Much prettier at a distance,destructions all it will know

In the distance all through the sky is every color of the rainbow

We take a picture to remind us of such beauty we all see

But in a flash the moments gone as if it was never meant to be

So we remind ourselves that beauty isn't always as it is

For we take a chance on it so we get a picture just like this.

Weird I am, yet the graveyard is a beauty,

Such bittersweet tragic melody.

It's gray, lifeless and dull in fact,

But it's appreciation that I lack.

There's beauty in death and sorrow

An ache so dim and hollow,

I looked and thereby the ground,

A grave so old as the rain poured down.

I can't get over the hurt when I see her name,

Knowing I couldn't protect her cause all the more shame.

But I just gave her a bouquet of roses,

A vibrant color of just an adornment.

It's the sorrow that kept it going,

The pain that kept it strong.

Somehow as the roses lie in the graveyard,

It became the only beauty seen from afar.