.Unknown Enter-Vention.

.Unknown Enter-Vention.

By: Marie Castiano

We all hide behind the fronts,

we all hide behind the lies,

to reveal your true feelings

leaves you ready to die,

perilous emotions

left smoke signals in the sky,

we all have to die sometime,

so what was your need to lie?

You are not immune to this experience,

and whether or not you are aware,

we all must confront the consequence,

but if you claim to not be human,

then there is no need for your acceptance.

Your resistance is pointless,

we all have lasers that phase trough your

massless joints and

we will throw you in the cycle,

just like we were thrown,

lightning bolts set ablaze what was once your home,

no longer can retrace what was once your own,

ants now crawl trough your joints and bones.

You will journey to the place

were you created your greatest mistakes,

impossible decisions that put tears on your face,

and you will try your hardest

to see if your awake,

you ask for just a little bit of mercy

from his grace.

We all must confront this feeling,

and we will rip it out your soul

if you try concealing,

doesn't make you any better or worse,

we were all put on this Earth to survive this curse,

whether from above,

whether from below,

we all must reap what we all have sown,

and you may sacrifice the power you have shown,

but it will not alleviate, slow down or

desecrate,

it will only accelerate,

the punishment of your comatose form,

meaning you are forever frozen

in a mental storm.

By: Marie Castiano

.The Last Girl They Would Hate.

.The Last Girl They Would Hate.

By: Marie Castiano

Maybe she likes it, maybe she don't.

maybe she'll scream the words out,

maybe she won't

maybe she'll let the pen bleed the truth out,

maybe she'll let words slowly space out.

It's funny how demented

all her books thought she was,

funny how they thought

she would stumble on her way,

to some imaginary graduation day.

Funny how when she talked about it,

they all just laughed about it,

funny how when the words she promised to speak,

would reveal their death and their demise.

She loved it, when she finally spoke those words,

loved the way their eyes widened

to the point of dismemberment,

loved how their mouths stayed wide open

and how she didn't let them scream,

loved how finally once and for all

she would have the last laugh,

loved the final smile,

she would ever let them have.

What makes them believe that she is

nothing more than a girl they can destroy,

and take away all her joy,

It's really not that simple,

you see,

she does have joints and tendons

and she can feel the pain from the skin

they always make her peel.

She is more than what her body gives off,

she is more than the way she lays down,

she is more than her smile,

she is more than her frown.

They don't like what she does,

they love when she doesn't do it,

they love her misery and her loneliness,

they hate her laughter and her joyfulness,

they love to hear when she screams in dismay,

they hate when she comes out victorious once again.

She asks if its a crime to love,

and to rescue those who never did her wrong.

And as she rescued those who did do her wrong,

they saw her real true imagery,

she was an angel after all,

those that spilled dirt and pissed all over her name,

were left in darkness guilt and shame.

She left them all there as she said this:

nothing ever is what it seems,

don't be so quick to judge

things you know nothing of,

for if you saw me as something that clearly im not,

you'll have two choices in the end,

what's real and what's not.

By: Marie Castiano