Shakespeare, the bard of old

Your plays and sonnets, over-told

We've heard enough of your lofty prose

It's time to give you a verbal dose

Your fame and praise, we don't abide

For your work, we cannot decide

Is it melodramatic or just plain dull?

Your writing, we find, is quite a lull

Your characters, so full of jest

But in reality, they're all a pest

Hamlet, Macbeth, and Othello too

Their actions, we cannot construe

With every 'thou' and 'thee' you write

Our patience, you continuously spite

Your language, so archaic and high

Only manages to make us sigh

And what about your love stories?

They're filled with heartache and glories

But we can't help but roll our eyes

For they're nothing but thinly disguised lies

Oh Shakespeare, we've had enough

Your writing, we find, is quite tough

To read and understand, such a pain

Why must we all suffer through your reign?

So here's your final curtain call

We don't need your words, big or small

For in our modern world, you don't fit

Shakespeare, it's time for you to quit.

A flickering light, amidst the dark

A gentle glow, a tiny spark

A burning candle, standing tall

A symbol of hope, for one and all

Its flame dances, with grace and charm

A beacon of light, against the harm

It warms the heart, and soothes the soul

In its presence, all worries roll

Scented wax, filling the air

A tranquil scent, beyond compare

Aromatic notes, of lavender and rose

Casting a spell, wherever it goes

As the hours pass, the wax melts away

But the flame stands strong, never to sway

A reminder to us, of life's fleeting time

And to make the most, of every chime

With each passing moment, the flame grows dim

But its essence lives on, within the wind

For even when the candle burns no more

Its light and warmth, forever will endure

So let us be like the burning candle

Holding on to hope, through every gamble

Bringing light and love, to those in need

A burning candle, a symbol of humanity's creed.

Retrace the notes, the melody so pure

Of a song that speaks to something more

It's not just lyrics, a catchy refrain

But a feeling that lingers, again and again

She Likes a Boy, the name of the song

A tune that I've held close for so long

For in it, I find pieces of my own

And it helps me embrace what I've always known

See, I was born a girl, but I've never felt right

In this body, this shell, it's a constant fight

To be seen as who I truly am

To break free from society's defined jam

The lyrics speak of a girl who likes boys

But for me, it's more than just noise

It's a reminder that I'm not alone

In this struggle, to have my true self shown

The beat of the drums, the strum of the strings

They guide me through life's turbulent swings

And when I hear this song, I feel so seen

Like someone understands what I've always dreamed

It may seem small, just a two minute track

But the impact it has, is something I can't lack

It solidifies my experience, my truth

And helps me navigate a world so uncouth

So when I listen to She Likes a Boy

I feel a sense of joy

For in it, I find a reflection of me

And it helps me be who I want to be

This song, this album, this concert of life

Has shaped my character, through all its strife

And as I retrace the moments it's been there

I know that I'm not just a mere player

So I'll continue to listen, to sing along

To She Likes a Boy, my anthem, my song

For in its accompaniment, I find solace and joy

And I'll forever cherish this musical decoy.

Amidst the murky swamp, where danger lurks

There blooms a flower, a ghostly perk

A rare treasure, so beautiful and rare

A Ghost orchid, with an ethereal flair

Its petals, a ghostly white

Glowing in the darkness of the night

Majestic and otherworldly, it sways in the breeze

Entrancing all those who dare to appease

It's said to be haunted, by a spirit so old

Once a human, now a flower to behold

A tragic story, a love gone awry

But in its beauty, her spirit will never die

She dances among the trees, in a ghostly ballet

Her presence felt, in a haunting way

Her love for the orchid, forever bound

Her essence lingers, with every petal found

But as the moon rises high in the sky

A plot twist, catches every eye

For the Ghost orchid, is not just a flower

It's a guardian, of a mystical power

As spirits of the swamp, try to cause harm

The Ghost orchid, raises its magical arm

With a burst of light, and a whispering spell

It banishes the darkness, and all is well

So let us not fear, this ghostly sight

For the Ghost orchid, is a protector of the night

A symbol of love, and a symbol of might

A flower so divine, in its ghostly light.

It's a constant reminder

I'm swimming in the cooker

Anxiety building higher

My heart is an overstuffed pot

The steam from my soul is boiling hot

My thoughts are on a constant simmer

The heat of life overwhelms my inner

In this pressure cooker I'm living

My emotions are so unforgiving

My worries and fears fill the pot

My sadness is all that I've got

The pressure cooker is all I see

The heat of life is drowning me

I'm trying to find a way to escape

But I'm stuck here in this boiling state

I love sweet things, he was bittersweet,

His compliments and love were so neat.

I loved him, and I still do today,

But the sweetness has slowly gone away.

The sweetness had begun to fade,

His words were harsh and his moods were grave.

My throat was sore, my words were burned,

What I thought was sweet, had suddenly turned.

Too much of a good thing can be bad,

This I learned as I grew sad.

I used to love him, I still do,

But too much of his sweetness was not true.

It's time to accept this bittersweet truth,

Too much of a good thing is not so smooth.

I love him, I always will,

But it's time to accept this bitter pill.

Numb

My head is filled with a million thoughts,

I am so far from being caught.

My heart is void and numb

the pain of being different has become.

I am mocked each day by my family,

they do not like me anymore,

ever since I started to actually be me,

and control my life.

I wonder how I can go back to who they want

when I am numb.

My emotions are so far away

I cannot seem to feel today.

I am in a state of nothingness,

where I feel no happiness.

I feel so numb inside,

I just want to run and hide.

I don't know how to escape

this feeling of numbness and hate.

I am tired of being numb,

I just want to feel something.

I want to feel alive and free,

to be able to be me.

He was pure evil, a devil in disguise,

Some mistook him for Satan himself,

He was a wolf in sheep's clothing,

He wanted me to be perfect, while he was corrupted and full of lies.

He wanted me, but I wanted none of him,

I could see right through his disguise,

A wickedness so deep within,

That I had to open my eyes.

He acted like an angel of light,

But his true motives were so dark,

I had to run away from his sight,

And never look back.

I am no angel myself,

But I know not to let a devil tear at my heart,

I had to find strength and self-help,

And away from him I had to part.

When I was born, my ears busted,

I listened to music as loud as it can go,

My ears could not take the sound, so they just bust.

I do not have to worry about that anymore,

I am deaf, I cannot hear the combustion

But I can feel it in my heart and soul.

The heat of the spontaneous combustion,

Burning flames that spread and increase,

The sparks of the deafening explosions,

Creating a chaotic scene.

I feel the heat of the fire,

I can feel it in my veins,

The soundless combustion,

Making me numb with pain.

I try to block it out,

But it still lingers on,

The silent combustion,

That will never be gone.

I may not be able to hear it,

But I can feel its power,

The silent combustion,

That will forever tower.