WisdomThe oldest man:A child,Surprised to learnThere are still things to learn
'Hi'She's such a stereotype but I think it's a joke. Sometimes I think I catch her smilingWhen the other kids mutter about goths and emos. Not a real smile, just a twitchLike she's hiding. But why Why, I don't know because she's brave. She's not scared of stares The way I am. So why hide? Her silence is so loud there's no point. And her words, when they come beware! Everyone's afraid of her. To my shameI am too, but she makes me brave. My heart thumps for a million reasonsIn a million ways when I see her. She stares at me, guarded, and I say, 'Hi.'
SheShadows eyes and blackens hair,Fiercely throws the world a dare To find the secret behind her stare.Shuns the world and shuns her class,Watches them through ice cold glass,But, behind her eyes, she laughs.
The girl who walks aloneLet them think they know meMe, the girl who walks aloneIn black like every misunderstoodSelf-pitying loner. Let them think so.Let them hear me laughAnd talk all on my ownLike a crazy person, and let themRun away when the barbedWords they fling miss their markOr fall short or I catch themAnd throw them back.Let them think they knowAll about me, and to fear me.Because what they thinkIs nothing they don't know me.Not at all and I standAt a distance, and I laughAnd I laughAnd nobody can touch me.
ShadowsHe hides in shadows, even when seen.Layer upon layer they shelter him.Peel back his hood but still they're there,Clinging beneath the bonewhite brow,As though to spare the object of his gazeThe sorrow he doesn't know what to do with.
The KingIn terror, in desperation, he begsOffers me all the riches of the worldHis world that he commanded but no more. I refuse. He screams. 'Please! Not now, not yetI am too young, too powerful; my sonHas just been born he needs a father. Please!I do not want to die. What is the price Of immortality?' But I smile, tallAnd cold. 'There is nothing you can give meThat I have any use for. You cannotBargain with me, or challenge me. Don't try. Better to come quietly, and accept All that I am.' With rage he rails and sobsBut falls in upon himself and then outOf the world in a wink of nothingness. I shrug and mo
grim: "naa, its my coffee break"