Mellierae

From my living soul I show you A picture of me In each flick of the pen A piece of me is carved From the stone that is blank paper In this form I share my sorrows and joys my laughter and sobs Never again will my heart be locked in a steel cage As it had for so many years So I share with you My inner workings Any of you accepting them or not Does not matter. What matters is my soul, My heart, my inner rhythm Is laid bare, giving me freedom.

'Oh, Jesus what am I going to do with this one?' As Liam is wondering how to best comfort his charge, he prepares a pot of coffee in her kitchen and pours two cups. Liam places one cup in front of April while she sits at the kitchen table, but she doesn't seem to notice it. She just sits there, staring unblinkingly into nothingness. 'Oh my the poor girl. I know everyone comes to this in their own time, but she's been like that for hours now. I should say something.' A voice came from the back of Liam's mind. 'Well that's why she's like this, you stupid prick. Next time stamp YOU'RE DEAD! EVERYTING YOU KNOW IS WRONG! On your forehead and

Bitchy Loneliness 7-21-07 Loneliness can be a bitch But my friends are here to help me make the switch Between harsh reality and sweet dreams To help me cross the streams Without unreal friends I would have no one to talk to No one to ask me “How are you?” No one to care about me No one to help me dream Loneliness is a bitch Lucky now I’m going to make the switch Between sweet happy dreams and cold, cruel reality To cross that line between eternal happiness and mortality Goodbye my faithful imaginary friends The ones that stayed until the very end I shall miss you, count to lucky seven I shall miss you, even in

The Monster Underneath My Bed The blanket on my bed Is now covering my head To write this poem I must hide For the monster outside the blanket will I find. A monster with fangs and crooked teeth Who barley hides his horns underneath The bed on which I lay I pray for the light of day The monster speaks beneath my bed To hear him I lower my head “Come down here, little one,” he hissed “For food, my mouth has surely missed.” I tremble now beneath this cover I tremble and yell “MOTHER!” She runs down the hall making a clatter And says “What is the matter?” “The monster is beneath my be

Edgar’s Sonnet A sonnet about our dear friend Poe who, unfortunately, “must weep alone” over the loss of a deary-eyed doe, making it hard to sleep. This doe, better known as Annabel Lee who gave a loud moan before going off to the “sounding sea” where she is all alone. He also weeps for dear Frances who stays above deck. She jumps and prances nearly causing a Shipwreck. I end this rhyme with word from a Raven To let you know he “art no craven.”