I Really Like JP Morgan - I Hate Museums (also i went to the morgan library which is just a museum for books)

Who is it for?

They say the public

But what about knowledge?

Decades of existence locked away

For the eyes and minds of few

What is the use of creating a story

If it never gets told?

Though beautiful to look at

It’s not meant to be seen

It’s meant to be heard

To be felt.

I May or May Not Have Turned This Into a Book - The Devil's Spawn

Lina Lofthorn

A tale sworn

Granddaughter of the devil

Lived in Peril 

Until her sixteenth birthday

In the dead of night she bore

Two things to settle the score

A cursed leather jacket

And a broadsword causing racket

Feared throughout both worlds

The name of Lofthorn sings

Through all of the hoards

The family of destruction rings

Her jacket held flames

Making their claims

To destroy those it touched

Sending the demons it clutched

Back to the hell they belong

Her weapon; a sword

Which she held without accord

A stab through the heart

Pulls them apart

Sends them to hell

In all of their insanity

While she wishes them well

For her grandfather is not known for his humanity

Thrust into a world

Around her swirled

She does not belong

Amongst the wrong

Won’t ask for permission

At the end of the night

There’s no need to fright

The demons are gone

Thanks to the devil’s spawn

She takes her sword

And wipes it clean

Thanking the lord

For she is just a teen

Don’t deny her future

For she is the suture

Between ‘verses

She coerces

And is feared among the dead

Written at a Time I Was Depressed And Thought I Was Better Than Everyone Else (am i still like that?) - Sit and Watch

I sit perched atop a branch

I sit and watch you all pass by

The people who are down there

Living their lives

They don’t notice me

I lean up against a natural wooden post

I don’t hide or avoid prying eyes

But no one’s eyes look to pry

I observe friends and family

And only wish I had some of my own

As I sit and see

People absorbed in themselves

Wishing they were as high as me

Except, it’s lonely up here

High in the sky

I may not have to walk and talk

But I have to live

Those people down there

They refuse to see

What humanity can really be

I am burdened with the truth

Life is pain and anger

But also beautiful and serene

It is ever changing and adapting

But sometimes only one person

Knows how to adapt

I may get to fly free

But there is no escaping my future

While you are wasting yours

It gets lonely up in the clouds

Up here all by myself

Just wishing for somebody to look up

But no one ever does.

Why Do I Have Anxiety About Sharing This One? - Fear

It's what we fear;

Just hanging on

For life as we know 

To remain

Just hanging on

To what we think we are

To remain

Forgiven

But what we think we are

Is who they want us to be

Unforgiven 

Is not an option

Who they need us to be

For some of us

Is not allowed

Or shouldn't be

For some of us 

Life as we know

Or shouldn't know

Is what we fear the most

I Forgot This Existed But It's Actually Kinda Good - Society

Society

It’s a funny thing

If you really think

We have golden stars

Money

Marriage

Children

Homes

As humanity

We are obliged to accept

But as humans

We are obliged to rebel

The key chain of life

Need not hold a credit card

Or a house key

To an awaiting family

Nothing but a pass

To peace and happiness

To love and serenity

As humanity

We are built to survive

But as humans

We are made to die

Life goes on without us

So why should we bent to its will

If it wishes to control ours

We have to be

The only thing we can

Ourselves

I Do All Of The Things - Re-Arranging A Thing I Did With Magnets (Sorta)

We think we do,

But we don’t need to

Always play the life

We manage to wear

As if we can’t

This life,

It haunts my translucent smile

Like an angel

Bringing sorrow

Into a summer’s dream

It Is Also A Title - A Thing I Did With Magnets