The Game

The wrapper once surrounding the box

Snatch it away with the bright red bow

Storm out in the cold with nothing but socks

Dig your way through the crystal clear snow

Feel the numbness dance on your frame

Find a knife to hold up and take aim

Stab the chest to light up a flame

More than one should be playing this game

Follow the light but ignore the main rule

Don’t try to escape or you’ll be the fool

The breeze cuts your body and through

Stop screaming, nobody can hear you

Once the snow says its goodbye 

You return home with a body damaged

The cold has turned your soft skin dry

And your innocence has forever vanished

You have become one with the frost

Ice has hidden your path with no trace 

Perhaps, you might feel a tiny bit lost

Just take a bath and forget it took place

Sorry, but you’ve lost this game of two

Naturally, nobody will ever believe you

Snowflakes that marked you with a review

Will now never leave your field of view

Adolescence

Dear diary,

This body doesn’t feel like my own.

Truthfully, I suppress an inquiry;

A confession not allowed to be shown.

So I ask, what is my true nature?

What is this urge to cloak my chest?

I grew conscious of my scalp feature,

Wanting to chop the fiber from its nest.

Dear diary,

My despise for nature is now addiction.

Can one possibly solve an enquiry,

When they possess a huge restriction?

The extra flesh that I was blessed,

Contains false happiness from a lie.

So sit down and study me get dressed,

Wrapping it up, sealing the crack with a tie.

Dear diary,

I need to know if this is just a phase,

Or if I might have now entirely,

Gone off track in my mind race.

How come I was born this way?

Why can I not be what they expected?

I understand them not wanting my stay.

Can you show me the way to be corrected?

Dear diary,

There must be a flaw in my codes.

Being satisfied is not binary,

I ended up walking between two roads.

Can you sense my head exploding?

Can you correct this encoding?

I will remain hiding in my clothing,

While my thoughts are loading…

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Sacrifice

Rare mystic flower, just you bloom

A bud embracing power, accessible to fume

To trigger its potential, a sacrifice is needed

Of the most precious material, the holder can feed it

So she travels around the world for years

In hopes of finding the perfect offering

But even after facing her endless of fears

She fails to discover its requested watering

The sacrifices she submits are never the finest

The seed only remains hidden in the dryness
Searching does not reveal the destination

As she still faces the unwanted situation

Now realising she has nothing to insert

She turns to put herself in the dirt

This sacrifice is the best she can attach

Expecting her soul to be enough for the hatch

But to her surprise, the bud won't at all buff

As it remains a diamond in the rough

So she exhales her final breath in a huff

And accepts the fact that she was not enough