Rex Reaper

Meet Rex Reaper. 

I'm not sure he's a keeper.  

He visits only once. 

Because his victims don't get a second chance. 

Shroud underneath human skin, 

Rex is a merciless reaper of sin  

He doesn't care what bite sized rationales you feed yourself, 

If only to protect your mental health. 

Glance into his eyes, watch as he unravels your precious lies. 

When Rex Reaper comes calling,  

Into hell, is the only place you're falling. 

Those who twist the truth, fear him. 

His reaping is about to begin. 

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Sandrainia Salt

Hi, my name is Sandrainia,  
And I have story most profound, 
Here in Seaview Marina, 
Is where I nearly drowned, 
We came to Compass for Coffee, 
But my life it almost cost me.

I should have been protected,  
but instead I was neglected, 
Like paper in the wind I lifted, 
To the water is where I drifted, 
Now I'm falling through the air, 
And sinking in despair. 

Drowning in emotion, 
Will I be devoured, by beasts of the ocean?  
But a moment forlorn,  
Is when I was reborn, 
Because then hands reached in and saved me,  
And a second chance is what they gave me, 
I was a fragile piece of paper,  
Now I'm something greater. 

I thought that was the end of my story, 
But now I'm destined for glory, 
Shaped by my past,  
I found my home at last, 

Because of what transpired, 
I am admired and desired, 
Compass Coffee is where I had my fall,  
But now I sit proudly on the wall. 

Perched upon my throne, 
Here, I'll never be alone. 

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Meiah Machine

Meiah is me,
She represents who I used to be,
Torn between a lost little girl, 
And the machine she wants to see,
But she's trapped inside a cage,
A child consumed with rage,
If only she could tear away her skin, 
She might escape his sin.


To protect someone's son,
She tries to be numb,
But he haunts her dreams,
Paralysed by silent screams,
Unable to run from shame, 
She has to contain the pain,
So she built herself this cage, 
And tried to turn a new page.


Meiah wants to be a machine, 
But doesn't quite know what this means,
She just wants to be strong,
And forget how she was wronged,
But in order to heal . . . First she has to feel.

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Gary Good

Let me tell you, the truth behind Gary, 

A beast forged by the men, 

Whose scars I do carry. 

With good intentions they pretend,

And on naivety they did depend. 

But as paper in my hand,  

They feel like one man. 

Thanks to Gary Good,  

They're easier understood. 
 

The beasts that did scare me, 

I can see far more clearly, 

And with words of weapons, 

And a pencil of lead, 

They're the ones who should fear me instead. 

 

I did what I was told, 

And allowed myself to be controlled.

If I did my best to please,  

I thought peace would be achieved.  

But part of my heart I sold,  

And left out in the cold. 

 

Now I want to be released, 

And find relief from past grief, 

But I can't yet feel whole,  

When it's part of my soul,
That Gary still holds.  

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My Jellyfish

I wish upon a jellyfish,  

Will you grant me deaths sweet kiss? 

 

Pray with me, oh jellyfish, 

I wonder if my soul they'll miss? 

 

Dance with me little jellyfish,  

Is there more to life than this? 

 

Take me away my jellyfish,

Swish, swish, swish . . . 

Underwater Flower

Underwater flower,

Pray tell me, what is your power?

At peace upon your throne,

Dancing among the stones,

Is the solitude an enemy?

Or is it your serenity?

 

Underwater flower, 

How do I harness your power?

I'm afraid to be alone,

Teach me to sway among the stones,  

Will you dance with me? 

Together in the swirling sea?  

 

Please little flower,

Can I stay with you for an hour?

This loneliness . . . 

It's just too much for me.

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My First Rose

 

 

My first rose,
Is when I finally chose, 

To open up my heart, and draw myself a new start.

Like the flowers that bloom, this couldn't come too soon, 

Wilted and forlorn, I was ready for the dawn.

Finishing this, my first drawing,

Felt like embracing a new morning.

When I was young,  

I found solace in my art,  

But I became filled with self disdain,

And couldn't handle the pain.  

On paper all I could see, 

Was weakness within me,

So to protect my heart,

I tore everything apart.

Now  I'm healing my scars,

And dreaming of stars, 

I was ready for the end, 

But now it's my imagination that will ascend. 

It doesn't matter where I am, or if life doesn't go to plan, 

If I only close my eyes, In mystical worlds I can fly. 

With a pencil in hand, I'm in a world I understand, 

With every stroke of pure bliss, this paper I can kiss. 

Creating art, feels like erasing the past, 

Drawing something new, 

Makes a hopeful future feel true.