New poem, "Razor's Edge"

Razor's Edge

Its sharp edges finally made its way

inside my young and frail being,

now that I made the huge mistake

of not going home when I was supposed to,

and my death is what becomes of it...

so I must pay the ultimate price

for being myself and no one else...

I'd rather be that way than to pretend

to be something that I am not...

in order to save myself from what

I call a much early fate of my own,

I have to figure out who I am to me,

and to not let you get the best of me

and every part of my whole being.

Oh yeah... if I do die on this day,

at least... I will finally know why,

and I will no longer hide from death,

so don't remind me of my disease,

because I am already sick inside

as well as being sick on the outside,

and death can be my way out...

Enjoy!

Calisto Phoenix

New poem, "Criminal"

Criminal

I am known only as the criminal,

over the top and so goddamn cynical,

I'd rather be known only as minimal.

Only if I wasn't such a criminal

I would be so much more than minimal

and I hope I'm not the stereotypical

creation of what God sees as typical.

Maybe I hope for the best but not all,

the only thing htat I really want,

more than anything else that I'd want,

is something that's not stereotypical,

and what I want is peace, and now.

I'm in the now, that is for sure,

and hell is bound to come my way.

This story might sound autobiographical,

and something far from stereotypical,

but it's true and young and a free for all.

Judging this and that for minimal,

because I am only a criminal...

so over the top and so damn cynical,

and known only as just the minimal.

Enjoy!

Calisto Phoenix