She looked like a p e r f e c t i m p e r f e c t i o n Smelled like v a n i l l a Sang like an a n g e l Felt like s i l k And tasted i n t o x i c a t i n g

All its life, the bird had felt unworthy and plain. Uninteresting and unremarkable. With its beak too long, its feathers a drab color, it felt utterly worthless. And trading being a human at the price of understanding was not too much of a price. Or was it? dedication to Eskimo Curlew bird

I had a tune in my mind. Just another country song.

Oh look its just another sad poem written by Mad.....

My heart is like paper, my heart is like glass. Be careful with it...its all that I ask...

That monster is me.

I wrote a happy poem. This isn't normal for me. I must be sick or something.

Checkmate.

suicidal