Uncompromising LoveWelcome to existence.Welcome to your conscience.You may find some substancein abject resistance.Welcome to the planet.Welcome to your summit.You may find some meritto throw down the gauntlet.I know how you feel-this emotive rawness;I think we've all been therein our self-awareness.Then I dared myself tolove like never before...Welcome to the world.Welcome to the old lies.Love is a commercialwrapped up in a disguise.Love is a chemicalyou need to reproduce.Love is a medicalcondition I must beat.Consumerist valuesover my own heartbeat-a dollar for a touchand a dime for some heat.Then I dared myself tolove like never before...And ever since,words have failedto recapturethe detailed.Because the pure and trueof what I never knewseemed extremely askewto my old worldview-Uncompromising loveforgives every heartbreak;uncompromising loveis never give and take.No reason,no rhyme,no treason,no crime.You know some words I hate?Ex-wife,ex-husband,ex-girl
UpliftzzzWake up, dreamer--your broken < heart 3demands ! reasons ?why we're falling ap a r tAnd so the symbols fadewith my simple point made--never thought it was hardto call a spade a spade;no matter what we say,we'll give ourselves away--please let me lift you upto where the angels lay;and as you touch the sky,we'll soon ignite inside--always meant to beliethe day the music died;and they'll be taking notesto spin into new songs--they'll use rhythmic quotesto right eternal wrongs;we'll let the wounded showthe scars that no one knows--where mankind's piercing wordsgave way to exchanged blows.This is our revolution;such is our evolution--unbounded predilectionfor clear absolution;let it be our intentionto uplift each shattered soul--and to defy convention.
Shut It OutThese are the voicesinside your head- evil rejoicesunder your bed.Your darkest pleasuressoon to be fed- such drastic measureswould leave you dead. To relieve our stresswe make a messand I must confessI’ve done no less… Where is redemptionin this obsession? If this is partof your problem,shut it out,erase your doubt,and prepare foranother bout. These are the facesstaring you down- shattered piecesof your renown. Violence bought youa wedding gown- a consuming driveto gun this town. To relieve our painwe strive to gainand I must complainit’s not so sane… Where is repressionin this aggression? If this is partof your problem,shut it out,don’t give it clout,and prepare foranother bout. This is the feelingof apathy- a breeding ground forthe unhealthy. Disconnected lifeseeming lengthy- stalling momentumdeemed unworthy. To relieve o
Life AwaitsThis one is for the brokenhearted:the failures,fools,sinners,and misguided.When the world is wearyof itselfit becomes difficult tofind yourselfand confidence is left onthe shelfnext to former symbols ofyour health…Hey, chin up-your life awaits!Idleness is deathand harsher fates.Don’t succumbto apathy-try to accept thatwe’re meant to be.I’m writing this for the bleeding hearts:the teachers,nuns,leaders,and young upstarts.When the world rejects yourcharityit becomes difficult togive pityto critics and cynics ofsocietywho measure your love as ascarcity…Hey, chin up-your life awaits!Resentment is deathand harsher fates.Don’t let goof empathy-be the personyou want to be.Oh, don’t let go!Please don’t let go…We both must knowthis planet coulduse anotherenlivened soul.
The Shot Heard Around the World(the world ends here)Don't play the victim-we're all abusersDon't blame invention-fault falls with usersWe're our own problems-ones that we resolvewith the fire of guns;it's how we evolveAnd so I wonderwhat could be louderthan the explosiveforce of gunpowder...Don't play with fire-you're bound to be burntDon't ignore wisdom-it has to be learntWe're our own problems-ones that we resolvewith pure honestyand limitless loveAnd so I retreathoping to repeatthe desperate soundof my own heartbeat...Justificationfalls onto deaf earsThe shot heard aroundthe world ends here
EpilogueNothing is stopping youbut you.I hope these words ring truefor you.There’s nothing more to sayto you.I’ve spent my yesterdayon you.And it wasn’t enough.The day I dieI’ll look at Godright in the eyeand ask him whynothing I writewould make things right…Nothing is stopping mebut me.I hope there’s still a placefor me.There’s nothing left to sayto me.I’ve spent my holidayon me.And it wasn’t enough.After the endI’ll talk with Godand I intendto comprehendthe wars I fightto make things right…But it’s not about youor me.Concern ourselves with “us”and “we”.It’s all that we were meantto be.Tearing walls and bridgingthe seas.And if it’s not enoughwe’ll still be hanging toughtogether…forever…Can you hear me?Together.Forever.Was that loud enough?
Half-OpenI can perceive thatyoureyes are half-open.Are you awakeorare you dreaming?Can you see this hugemesswe made together?Or are you more orlessa mere sleepwalker?You shut out the painbut can't fall asleep;you hold onto faithbut won't take a leap.Your blood runs lukewarm,neither hot or cold;you seem to be youngbut act like you're old.Where is your passiontobreak down wicked tropes?What happened to thenewgeneration's hopes?What are we livingforwhen we're just sleeping?Are you awakeorare you dreaming?You open your mindbut never your ears;you act confidentbut don't face your fears.Your blood runs lukewarm,neither hot or cold;you talk a big gamebut you tend to fold.Don't close your eyes.Blindness isn'tliberty.Ignorance won'tset you free.You'll find yourselfwhen you forgiveyourself-Are you whoyouwant to be?
All is FairIt hurts to be close,kills to stay away-this war inside meis waged every day.Battlefield ofboth love and decay-I'm so torn apart...more than I can say.Deep within my heartI'm lost and confused-I try hard not tofeel I've been used.I poured out my soulyet I've been refused-can't shake the fact thatmy love was abused.It's much like beingpunctured with a knife-such pain can onlybe described as rife.Yet I still hold outfor a decent wife-a needle girlin my haystack life.I know this issueis far from unique-I know I've yet toreach my highest peak.I know that I'll findthe answers I seek-yet I see reasonfor me to stay meek...The age-old beliefthat life isn't faircan still be appliedto love and warfare.
Good Days and Vice VersaHello,good morning,how are you? What happened toyour glistening dew? Evaporatedand disenchanted,I’m sick and tiredof being jaded;bad days are to beanticipated… But either way,I’ll be okay- A bad day ison the same coinas a good one-the two conjoin Good night,sleep tight,turn off the light For the momentI give up the fight Over-exertedand discontented,I’m sick and tiredof feeling faded;better days should beanticipated… But either way,I’ll be okay- A bad day isthe other sideof a good one-the two collide I flip a coinfor it entailsdualityof heads and tailsUltimatelyboth love and strifeare two facesof minted life...
A Blade Across My SkinI miss that sweet sensation,A blade across my skin.It was my cure for everything,But that was way back then.I miss the shiny metal,The little sting of pain.I miss the tears that fell,Like little drops of rain.It always felt so good to me,That blade across my wrist.All it took was one small prick,Then a big long twist.I miss that sweet sensation,A blade across my skin.It was my cure for everything,But that was way back then.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
Little BirdLittle bird,little bird,where have you flown?How far,how high,how much have you grown?Little bird,little bird,How is your broken wing?The one that I cared for,that I put in a sling.Little bird,little bird,do you think of meas I do you?Do you wonder where I've gone,what I've gone through?Little bird,little bird,do visit me again;you've been the only oneI've ever loved;my only true friend.
Monochrome mistakesThey told me to let goand as I wrenched free from your grasp,I watched blankly as your dappled hazel eyes faded,withering irises,and I turned back to a black and white world;friends or loversno blurred distinctionsno grey area.And you fell in line as analabaster pawn, stoic on one side of the board.Over time I moved pieces,fell amongst ebony rooks,shadowed kings with ink blot eyes;and bit by bitivory and ebony clashed.They were vicious,knocking each other off the board relentlesslyuntil there was just you -a white pawn refusing to moveinto the checkered no man's landwhere we once resided so happily;and I begged and pleaded but -You were stuck in the monochrome worldthat I had imprisoned you in;so I picked up the pieces,rearranged them,andlet the game begin again.
Saddest Way To Be Happy.You run into their arms at the end of every dayAnd I’m just expected to… blink the tears away.
what she wasi. she was told thatshe was-ii. “different”maybe because she could see thatthe person in the mirror wasn’t(really) hershe was *flash*;white edged old photographs ofanything but herselfan artist who saw the horrible(beauty) in cracked mirrorsAnd the beautiful(horror) in barbed wire fencesshe lived in phases of the sun;hot/passionate/lingering. . . butshe still craved the cradle of anopen/ broken/soft spoken moon towound and imprint upon the backsideof her eyes a plush velvet darknessso that she didn’t have to greet the next dayquite so formally because she realized that her past made herher and her future was still waiting for another herand she could tell that the dead star dustthat laced her paper DNA would never (really)be enough to please a growing universe soshe stopped trying to impress and shewandered like a meteor in free fallseizing the falling stars of othersand wishing for their continued breatheven when she choked onher o
Death's Lovely AngelI feel his hand over my throat,His cold and bony fingers.He’s finally got his grip on me,Still my struggling lingers.I stare into the blank black eyes,I suddenly grow calm.He’s here to help me from my pain,This is what I wanted all along.He releases my soul from within me,And holds me to his chest,He carries me across the sky,My spirit finally at rest.Death’s lovely angel,Has rescued me from pain,I was taken away from it all,with nothing left to remain.
BonesI knew a boy who used to count each of his bones before he fell asleep just to make sure he was still together, still in one piece. He told me he was defected, with salt-skin lungs, a curled tongue, eyes that could not lie; spent his life hiding his flaws in threading jumpers, thick gloves and alcohol. Once, he tried to scratch out every freckle, carve open his smile, fill in the hollows echoing through his ribcage.One, two, three…Words dripped off of sallow stretched lips as his spider fingers traced over his skeleton, dancing across taut skin, sinewy muscles - inches from his organs.Four, five, six…Creases ruptured over the bridge of his nose, disgust at a particular scar puckered on his elbow - a translucent lilac bruised into his tanned skin.Seven, eight, nine…I remember when he broke his wrist, the dull heat radiating into my palm as his head pressed hard into my shoulder, the sterile scent of hospital wards slick on his breath. And his chalk bones fissu
I Loved A GirlI loved a girl – she smelled like August melancholy,sweeter still,she carried the scent of festival emotions,tempered by the midnight flamesand fireflies' glow.I loved a girl – her hair, the gentle hue of embers,reflected dancing candlelight,while in her eyes, as brown as mahogany,I discovered tiny galaxies,but most importantly – I saw my smile.I loved a girl – I sensed her heartbeat,playing to the rhythm of my breath.Her every word,imprinted tender cherry blossoms,onto my soul.I loved a girl – her lips tasted like morning aircool against my heavy forehead,her skin, softer than satin threads,played games with the waning moonbeams -its gravity, I could not resist, like the Sun,cannot escape the zenith, on Summer solstice.I loved a girl – she made me happy,and sadly - I love her still.
I've No Talent For HappinessI've no talent for happinessMy smiles are frail at bestAnd though I try to rememberA time when I felt truly blessedI can't And no matter how I tryThere are always times When I can't help but cry,Though even as they fallI try to cradle the tears To see if I can findHappiness beneath the fearsReflected In these delicate crystalsOf hopeless memories...But I've no talent for happinessMy heart never wholly mendsAnd though I dove so farDove until I reached the endOf that vat of tears and miseriesI found onlyMore tears left to cry...I've no talent for happinessMy soul cries endless seasIn which I try to drownMyself and my memories,But I think I once had itThe bliss you call happinessAnd every now and then I feel it Rise to greet youAnd attempt to shine From beneath my tearsSo that you may know the truthOf how you make me feel.So I've no talent for happinessMy memories sometimes choke meMy hearts never wholly mendsMy soul
The War Ain't OverThe war's never overIts always just beginningThinking of all the battles I've lostSends my brain spinning,But the war ain't overThat much I knowSo there's a chance I could take the reignsAnd then I'd never let 'em goBut right now's another battleAnother hour of pain,The enemies siegeWhen my smile started to waneUnder the crushing blowsTheir words did to meThough I supposeI should be glad they weren'tSticks and stonesCause then where would I be?And as my embarrassment mountsThen comes their cavalryStabbing at what's left of my gaiety.I call for a retreatCut the losses of my prideRun back for shelterAnd merely try to hide,But waiting there's an ambushAnother standing infantryAll their guns dutifullyPointing towards me.I stand and accept their fireWhere else am I meant to go?Here was supposed to be safeThis castle was supposed to be home.So I pull myself togetherI stride through their screamsTrying not to fall apartWhilst they rip me to seams.And the d
You Are BeautifulYou Are BeautifulTo the girl who cuts herself to bleed away the pain,To the girl who starves herself because she isn’t “skinny enough”.To the boy who takes drugs to “fit in” with the jock,To the boy who is bullied for reading his books, rather than play boy magazines,To the girl who believes she must strip down to nothing to get the love and compassion she yearns for.To the man who feels like a failure for the lack of money he holds,To the women who feels out of style for not having the newest trends,To the teens sniffing drugs because it makes them a part of the “in crowd”,To the teens who sits alone, because they have no crowd.To the boy holding the pills in his hand to end his life,To the girl with the fabric belt around her neck, feeling like she is worthless,To the man who looks at his life in shame,To the woman who looks at her life in despair,To the one who is persecuted for their beliefs,To the one who is persecuted for t
Lonely GirlThat lonely girl over there is a misfit.She cannot do anything withoutMaking a mistake.Everyone thinks she's trashTo be thrown away andBe forgotten like trash.Always lonely, always lonely.Why doesn't anyone help herfrom her darkness?"I'm fine," a lie throughClenched teeth.No one asks her howShe feels at all.Just alone, just alone.There's nowhere she canGo at all to be safe.There's nothing she canDo to be praised for at all.Why can't she be saved at all?Forever alone, forever alone."Can I please speak no--?"Shut up stupid girl,Shut up stupid girl.You're not even worth listening to!"Why are you living?""Is your life worth it?"There's nothing I can doWithout a cruel remark of my life.Forever alone, the misfit girl is.There's nothing she can be seenIn a good light.Why does everyone ignore andContinue to hurt her?"I'm just fine," is aLie through clenched teeth.Nobody praises her for anything.Why doesn't anyone help herTo stop her crying?Will someone ple
DominanceI love quiet people,because eventually they do something crazywild,and its everyone else’s turn to watch,astounded,unable to form words.It is the violent surprise of fat snow,falling softly, softlywithout a sound,picking up more and more weight as it tumbles along.Spinning quickly, until the storm has reshaped into a turbulent white art.This was her.Her smile,a light play of secrets ready to tumble out.Her kiss,a harder tone that kept me awake at night.Her caress,less a show of affection, and more a sign of dominance.We sat in silence,but it wasn't the silence that suffocated me.
nightmares and lavender owlsdear night-bonesdo not marinade in the melanchorand allow your feeble surfacesto become slippy andelusiveunder the fingertips of sanity -don't become a semblance,a representationof reality, just be.there's no need for lavenderto perfumiae the dusk gardenthat thoughtless flowerdoes not grow here.unobtrusiveafter the broken attempts -of cracked knucklesas they claw a representationof beauty, into soil.oh, to that intrical fluidsludging throughthinly veined cribbagesof capillary and thought,illusive,illusive thought -don't slumber to a stopand leave me destitute and dehydratedof truth, of life.dear sanity,do not betray mewith your sharp and unsoft pricksof the realityintrusiveinto my ribs--don't sharpen my sensesto the point of self harm by thought,of thought,oh bones and sanityand the screeching owlsthat herald in a death-silencethat coos the word;"reclusive"do not ask of me more than i can bare -don't, please, ask meto endure the blade-in-brain
AcceptanceI am emptyI am matterI am the one lost without a soulI am a monkey,A cup of tea,A night stand,But inside, I’m still an empty fleaI am child whose done good and badI am a spirit who flies through walls,I am a rose welting for once and for allBut I still remain empty, as empty can beLooking in a mirror, I questionWho can I truly be?I sat in that room of emptiness and thought,Till an empty carcass like I,Stood there and we talkedWe found light in the darkness,We found softness in the thornsBut most importantly we found ourselvesNo longer tornI’m not empty, I matterI am divine as can beI no longer yearn for things I cannot haveI am happy for being me
Listen to the rainEyelids started to droopPosture is starting to fall and fails to a pathetic slumped formA small snore is heard from inside a nearly empty home as familiar "pitter patter" and "patter pitter" reached the ears of the drowsy victim.A sleeping spell, successfully lulling the other to sleep ever so gently just by the so called "dreary weather"."Pitter patter" went the drops as they hit mercilessly on the molding cement, darkening its grayish-beige to a muddy, unrecognizable hue.The world started to look drab when it is still beautiful inside,an exterior of drab façades spreading its upside down smile to other passing victims.silver gray Nimbostratus, why look so glum and spread your tears across for all to see?The more it cries, the more humans fall into a deep slumber.Perhaps it notices this and weeps even harder, making even the palm trees healthy leaves droop drastically to match its mood, understand the pain it goes through and flowering plants meet contact with mud.Sle
Fighting through DepressionTears rolling down, in the rain I stand.Trying to smile, but no where to be found.I wish my life would end, but I am only going deeper.How did it all end this way? What have I done?I cry myself to sleep, wishing this pain would disappear.One drop of blood, drips down the sensitive skin of mine.One drop of tear, rolling down my burning face.All these flashbacks, flood deeper in my mind.The name calls, that were given.The abuse, that never ended.Was everything all my fault?What have I done wrong?One tear, in the rain that pours.The smile I fake, wishing I would die today.The weight I lose, in this moment of my life.How I wish, I could take this knife to my veins.Wondering what drove me, to the deepest in my thoughts.Are all these memories, telling me what I did wrong?I wish it would all end, leaving me breathless and insecure.Maybe one day I will be free, away from this world where I belong
MosaicI see your scattered pieces lying on the floorI rearrange them into a mosaicand your scars are beautifulI wonder how fragile our minds and souls areI try to look past the simply prosaicand your scars are beautiful