Shall I compare thee to Disney Princess? 

Your every wish is my command;

You're fiery red, a siren, a innocent temptress,

Loving the water as well as the land.

You're smart and brave, always stuck in a book,

Yet you captured my heart and tamed a beast,

As you were somehow able to see past my looks

While we danced under the fading stars as the sun rose in the east.

A fighter, a warrior with a will of steel, 

You're my comrade in the face of an invading army

With enough power and might to make an emperor kneel

That I have your love makes me more than just a tad smarmy. 

Since you're my princess, I hope I'm fit to be your knight

I can't let it go, but someday you'll be walking toward me in white. 

Let me compare you to my new iPhone.

You light up the room when you are near me,

Brighter than the flashlight could do alone,

And your voice is smooth, not choppy like Siri.

Static clouds every song I try to play

Speakers lack your music's velvet caress.

Even with this fancy HD display,

Your picture is blurred to match all the rest.

With you I'll always hold more memories

Than I can with this metal rose gold tint.

And for your lock, you've given me the keys;

You don't need a number or fingerprint.

Even if my charger breaks when I try,

Unlike this batt'ry, you will never die

I was wet.

I was green.

I loved, and failed.

I'm no longer wet.

I'm no longer green.

Turns out, love doesn't care...

...as long as I'm willing to try again. 

I was young and stupid,

But no stupider than most.

I let him control my feelings, 

But now I am the host.

I was young and stupid,

I fell at every turn.

But now I do the steering

and he can feel the burn.

I am the Pirate King... let me rephrase.... I was SUPPOSE to be the Pirate King. At the moment, I'm chained below deck awaiting my fate. God, I'm bored! You think being a captive would be exciting...Not...

I should have seen it coming, all the signs that he gave. I always knew he was a traitor. I just never predicted him to have the guts to over throw me!

He would rolled his eyes at my commands. I heard him complain about me behind my back. He corrupted my crew with his poisonous ideas. Yes, he was drunk with anger against me and he forced it down my fellow mates' throats too!

Louis and George come to unlock me from the wall. I would rather have the chains back on with the way they grip my wrists. I smile as they drag me up the stairs any way.

"Sun out today?" I asked, "It's kinda hard to tell down here."

They ignored me.

"Yeah, I could use a nice cup of whiskey right now. Thanks for asking."

Still nothing. They never understood my humor.

The light blinded me as I was thrown at Joseph's feet. He wore my coat and carried my sword. I couldn't pretend to smile this time.

Joseph gave me a crooked grin," We have a weakling before us. He deprived us from our true potential. The moment his head is severed, we will no longer be the outcasts of the sea but pirates. We will show no mercy!"

I clench my jaw. He was going to create hell with the other pirates and counties we have made treaties with.

" Someone hand me a knife," Joseph demanded," I want to cut out his heart first."

No one moves. Cutting out another mans heart was against the pirate code. It was a sign of disrespect and a devil crusted spirit.

Joseph rolled his eyes," No?... then let me help you guys out!"

He pulled the trigger on his pistol, killing Louis who was the unfortunate soul in range.

The crew all became quiet with shock and horror.

My hands began to cramped from holding them in fists so tightly.

"You all thought you were getting rid of a king," Joseph yelled out to the men," But now you've got a dictator!"

"Attack him!" I shout though it is in vain. My crew....Joseph's crew, did not move.

Joseph chucked," Times up old friend."

He grabbed the dagger from the fallen Louis and pierced it into my chest." I don't recognize this sea," I mumble as pain and darkness takes me.

Bogus beast, demons unleashed

dark depths of netherworld explored

deplored, abhorred, waterboard

He rules the realm as he sits at the helm

Beware Americans, hold on for sanity's sake,

kiss the ass of our newly crowned sheik -

pretend you don't know what's at stake.

Not one of us escapes alive to survive,

to strive, to thrive, to connive, to arrive.

Predator King Trump lies as America dies

but he'll never waver in your favor,

slicks his hair to transform, perform, reform

into phantom of urban legends on history page

stands on center stage, traps us in a cage!

History grovels on its knees if you please,

blood shot eyes kick and scream with his dream

as he watches blood being shed, torture he says, okay!

Unwind, rewind, remind of blasphemy of kings,

catastrophe, politics and greed, planting the seed, 

flailing nations's needs at full speed as we plead.

Curse the stench, breathe fresh air but don't despair

as American souls are sold in cold moves so bold

for fame and wealth and hidden stealth.

Don't interrupt with profane streams of dreams

clean your side of the street, he demeans.

Lullaby of death to humanity plays

as bricks are layered on wall, that's all.

Pacing man, stirring frenzy in air, doesn't care,

cut's off health care except for himself,

stays privileged on his own gilded shelf.

Cavalierly gives go ahead on pipeline

the Hell with Indian spirits so fine.

No funds for planned parenthood

forget birth control, have babies, babies, babies

but don't fund their cost, forget the loss.

Don't let anyone into our fair country

unless they think and look like Trump

a red-haired jackal of all trades, but

master of none, not even one!

Tax, tax, tax the middle class

Trump doesn't pay taxes at all

It's not fair but what does he care?

Trumpty Dumpty sits astride his wall

The bigger he is, the harder he'll fall!

But who will save America after all?

A castle sat upon a hill,

Like emerald city it shined

The king who ruled the land fell ill,

Leaving his two sons behind

Alistair was the first born,

making him the heir

Kai was the younger one,

though no one really cared

Kingdom come,

Thy kingdom's slum

He needed to be the one

On Al’s coronation day,

Cheers erupted from the land

Kai stabbed him through the heart,

His brother’s throne is where he stands A bitter tyrant drunk on

An idea of power he's trusted

It's all going south

The gold is all rusted

Now they say he's killing

The people he once loved

The people knelt silently with their heads bowed. A cough rang out from somewhere in their ranks, and as one, they tensed. Knees and shoulders ached, but not one of them dared to move. 

Finally, from above them, a voice rang out. 

"People of Trajim, I have gathered you here today to deliver tragic news. Scouts have told me that the people of Ahalis, people who we once called our allies, are preparing to strike against us. We must rally a defense. However, due to our recent disputes over borders, our forces are dwindled. It is time for all of our able-bodied men to step up, to defend their homes. Rise now as soldiers and defend your families!"

When no one moved, the king whistled sharply. Armored men stormed through the rows of kneeling people. All men, aside from the children and the elderly, were hauled away from the rest. Those left alone remained quiet; at least, until a boy barely of age was lifted to his feet. The woman beside him, his mother, grasped for him, but a soldier smacked her hand away. A low, wordless wail escaped the boy as he struggled to return to her side. "Please!" she shrieked, breaking the silence. "His mind is touched. Without a caretaker he can hardly survive. If he were to fight, he would surely be killed!" 

"And his life will save many others," the king boomed. 

"Will it?" the woman retorted. "I have friends in Ahalis, and from what they say it was you who began the war. A patrol of Ahalian soldiers was found slaughtered on our land." 

A shocked gasp echoed through the crowd. 

"You know as well as any of us that Ahalis will win this war. They have allies, while you have nothing but enemies. And yet still, instead of admitting your wrongs and trying to make peace, you will force innocent people to lay down their lives for you. Such a yellow-bellied king we have. " 

His face red with anger, the king shouted, "Those are treacherous words, woman! You will be hanged for your insolence." 

"So be it. A mother should always outlive her son, even if only by a short while."

The boy wailed again as the guards closed in around his mother. The soldiers holding him forced him to the ground as he tried to rush to her side. 

"Hang me if you wish. Still our enemies will hear of this day, of your actions, and they will know you for the snivelling weakling you are." 

"Silence!" 

"Never. Even when I am quiet, others will not be. You will hear these words every time you turn around until you finally accept them as truth, you snake! Tyrant! Coward!" 

"Guards! Silence this woman or I will have you all hanged alongside her!" 

There was the sound of metal against metal, and then a sword flashed in the sunlight. The woman's mouth was frozen in an angry scream as her head rolled on the ground, leaving a trail of crimson. 

The boy's struggles renewed as he watched his mother's body fall lifelessly. A continuous wail came out of his mouth, growing increasingly louder as time passed. 

"See what rebellion will do?" the king asked, shouting to be heard over the boy's roar. "I am your king, and you will obey. We will fight this war. We will win. however, if you rise against me, you will not live long enough to see our victory." 

The king's crown glinted as he turned and strode back into his palace. His men continued to move through the crowd, bringing forward all of those who were able to fight. Each man who was dragged away wore sorrow plainly on their faces. They knew they were being forced to march into a losing battle: they would never see their families again. 

The people of Trajim let their despair be known to the sky, with the wailing boy as their voice. 

I closed my eyes as his steps echoed closer and closer: The clank of his golden-heeled shoes, the rotten-peach grin. I could feel his hands at my shoulders, at my sack-cloth shirt, pulling me up. I coughed, looking away. 

He handed me a cup of wine. If it was laced with poison, I would die. Usually this job is honored, but not sought after. Mine was neither of them. I was treated like dirt and forced to risk dying every week. 

I took a sip of the wine. Its bitter sweetness stung my tongue and burnt down my throat. The King watched anxiously.

My eyesight blurred slightly. Everything slowed down, then sped up. I heard an angry roar as I fell to the ground. 

I closed my eyes as he held my face in his hands. 

"Toby.... I never told you.... you're my son..."

His face disappeared in shards of gold and red as I fell into oblivion.