FlowerBoy016

Fingers that cling to a solid place teeth that clinch till they ache gasps of realization and freed expression In moments, its all gone Healed again, scars as proof it all happened A body that will not break Tie me up with thorny ropes lay me down on broken glass pour boiling water down my throat The pain The feeling The memories Yes, my body bleeds and blisters Yes, my skin peals and burns But it all heals Wrap barbed wire around my neck silence me, hold me in place give me something to feel God knows, I've tried alone Alone I feel nothing Maybe I need something more Maybe I need something stronger Pills? Drugs? Alcoho

   Seth Lee Anthony…. that's what my school ID said in neat black print. The same black print that could be found on my birth certificate and driver's license. Yep, that's me, Seth. The nice guy in room 28 in the west dorm with the sweet smile, the flash of blond hair with neon pink highlight that seemed to catch everyone's attention as I jogged across campus, the well mannered blue-eyed individual reading books by the goldfish pond. A week and I already had many identifiers by many different people. A week of unpacking, making new acquaintances, and settling in... and then today, the start of week two, I had spent the las

     What was this I was watching? This war, this so called great battle, this meaningless clash of strengths and horrid array of collective hatred. In my life I had been born a prince, chosen to become a man exiled from his own lands, a healer of the broken and then a God. Eden, the name itself meaning paradise formed by the Great Will, but what it means for me if nothing but fancy lettering given to a foolish dreamer. Tears stung my eyes as my heart ached for the soldiers who ran into battle for me and my ideals, against the king who had given them the swords they held against the ones who remained loyal to his rule

I was alone, standing in the shadow of a time that passed me by. I had my eyes closed, my mouth forming a smile.   I made myself blind so I wouldn't see the changes that had taken place. I had been forgotten by so many, pretty much left behind. By myself, I didn't shed a tear, I grew into something bright.   The darkness of false emotions did not sink too deep.   Though they still stained me somehow.   They left cracks in my mind. Then I met you, you who have lived pretty much beside me in experience. We both had met the same fate, I guess. Standing seemingly alone, off from one another. You came in contact with me, pulling me

It started as a joke, trying to use me as a tool to help you get want you wanted. You were going to use me, a boy willing to be a clueless puppet. A boy who wanted friendship in the place of a friendship that seemed hallow. Through kindness, though acts of simple kindess, you saw me. You saw me not as a tool or a puppet, but almost as a mirror. You saw yourself in me, I guess. With every kind smile, with every kind word, I seemed to win you over-    still not knowing what you had orginally wanted me for. Eventually we became real friends, not knowing I had considered you a friend-      I had thought of us as this from a good part o

Sitting against a chilled glass window, the boy who fell in love. He sits in the same place each day, singing in whispers: "Love me, please love me. I'm belong to you, a monster, your monster. Holding on to dreams of you, burned by your smile and frost bitten by your frown. Chain me down, keep me yours. I want nothing to do with freedom if it doesn't include you." It a poison, this thing called love. He has twisted everything, becoming what he sings. A monster. An owned monster. It's a funny thing, this boy, already a monster by birth, calling himself a monster. He reads books and wishes the winter away, he misses re