little-gecko

I miss your black eyes Winking smile As you looped outlandish phrases together Not arrogantly, but modest Not like those bullies the full stops But you still did it, didn’t you? Not like those wishy-washy commas You were a complicated thing But when you did your job You were perfect I miss your black eyes

You said “I love you” Atop the dew-grass hill Beneath the flickering stars My hand in yours, I smiled Because I knew It was true I said “I will” And then “I do” At the front of a silk white train Beneath an arch of baby’s breath You smiled because you knew It was true You said “No” And turned away I touched your face regardless One hand holding your callused fingers The other on the scar earned in battle I told you “You’re beautiful” And you sighed because You did not know It was true I shook my head And turned away You kissed my bald head regardless One hand gripping

Some couples are awful, and awfuller still When they tie the knot and are wed But my lover's sweet, and her looks do thrill that is, 'till her monitor's dead. Sure, we've had fights, on many a night, but I think that's just when she's tired. But it all turns out right when I get a flashlight. to make sure she is properly wired.   Though some find it queer, I do love my dear, She couldn't be any more cuter! So I wait 'till the year (I do hope that it's near) that I legally wed my computer.

It is not an evil man who sets the world aflame An evil man is weak An evil man walks an easier path But when a good man falls When a good man breaks There is no return No relief No escape No hope Just fire And in that fire is a nightmare forged An evil man will never set the world aflame No It will be the good men The good men who fell from grace For a man born to evil has nowhere left to go But a good man A good man falls Forever

Am I a puppet on a string Completely void of feeling I have no recollection Of when I traded in my skin I am a puppet on a string No hate, no pain, nothing Have I always been this thin It seems impossible to win Are these my hands or are they yours My conscience speaks with me no more My limbs are sprawled across the floor I must be rotting to the core Did I used to be someone Free from your intentions I have found the best solution Is down the barrel of this gun I was your puppet on a string Your words I chose to follow I have been devoured by your sin All that is left of me is hollow -TK

My older sister is very pretty, her name is Elena and her hair makes me think of chocolate. I’m not sure how old she is, but Mommy sometimes says “Teenagers these days…” in a quiet voice, so I guess she must be very old, but not as old as Mommy or Daddy. Elena is very sweet to me. She reads to me before bedtime, and always lets me choose the book. On picture days at school, when Mommy is too tired to get up and make me look pretty, Elena gets up and does my hair just like hers, so I feel like a big girl! But ever since Elena spent the night at her best friend’s house, she has been very quiet. She isn’t so swee