I have an itch

I got bit today
Sometimes bites are good
They prompt you to change.
Other times they steal your lifeforce
and pump you with disease.

A crown

I wear a crown upon my head
And think of all the words I've said
To make it to the thrown i sit
And subjugate my delegates.

These measly people,
 lost without me,
I their queen,
So nobly founding
A future where they live in peace
Or one they die for my release.

Something real

I want to give you something real right now,
Tommy please, Tommy, if you've​ ever been my friend
My mind is like the end of a record
Black like I'm falling into the abyss
I don't like it
I'm depressed
And every thought of mine is killing me
Why this time?
How do I fight them?-- Depré, and how do I win?

Pets

The relationship you have with your dog
Is the summation of all others.
How you manage her
is how you react to others.

Hometown

I am like a home town, and you an adventurer.
You leave and return,
Long for me when you are away,
And feel secure when you are near me.
When you spend too much time with me, you get anxious--you want to get out and see the world!
You change every time you leave,
And I accept you always on your return,
Sometimes I hold parties for your victories, and always you are greeted warmly;
 but one day I change, and you worry that I'm losing the things you hold most dear.
Am I your hometown?
Will you bitter and abandon the city that took you in,
Or will you be buried within my reach?

Hope for Humanity

I have such hope
that one day we'll pick up these pieces
and put them together
the way they're supposed to go together.
Humanity,
Love,
and
Freedom.
Peace,
Experience,
and
Existence.

This life

I am consigned to this hell
Where the only person
Who accepts me for who I am
Is me.
I lose hope.
My dreams are dashed.
I resign to being solo
Forever.
Yet that light part of me
Deep down inside me
Can't conform.
It brightens,
Eventually;

And leaves me in hope--
Just enough to prompt me to action!--
I start anew
I do not give up
But keep moving forward.
"You can't take me!" I say,
"You can't make me believe that I must act my part or kick against the pricks!"
I will not give in.
I tell myself that eventually,
All of this will disappear,
All of this will be a joke I tell,
About how desperate and lonely I once was;
All of this will not haunt me,
But 99 years led me here.
It is hard to fight that lonely battle
Searching
Endlessly
For someone
who believes
In me;
Other than myself.