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Born on FireSelf-centered overly,
You deserve so much because
You came into the world
With a false belief.
Expect it from open hands
Then burn the bridges.
Hello, welcome to the world
of billions of others.
Hello, welcome to the Earth
that you were born within,
a gift that you've been given
one that is not immortal.
Hello, welcome to the world
where there is consequence
for what you do, yes you.
You want it?
Work with your hands
to those before and alongside you.
Take the fire and share it
Warm a life
Take the time to speak
Take the time to listen
Take the time to learn.
Hello, is someone home?
Dream OnI like myself more than you,
I ignite myself unlike they do.
See higher than the mundane,
The typical inside of today drain,
Have you ever looked into yourself
And saw that there was more to this
Than the standardized view?
I am a bastard, this much is true
I move forward with or without you.
I listen for something deeper,
Do you ever reminiscence to find
Evidence to prove that it was true?
Did you fall in love with the idea?
Would you be willing to make it real?
I walk out of you and fall into myself,
I cannot say that I feel to placate the frailty,
Was it a day dream or an echoing distant fantasy?
What do you think, what would you believe?
Universal MusingsIn the silence and solitude
I am devoid of their today.
I spend hours questioning the universe
Drifting through sleep searching for an answer
Days pass by, time fades out of existence.
My mind speaks in thunderous verses
Your ears could hear but will you listen?
My passion unrestrained, its torrent
Will crush your bones, taking you deeper.
I am infinite and dreaming
Internally free and aligned in creation.
I will take you with me
We can grow and dream within each other
Are ready to leave this world behind?
Love HorrorAnd it is a tedious processes, you see
Do you know how much time I have taken for this all?
Of course not, you can only focus on screaming for help
What a waste of vocals, surely to be salvaged
The time I will invest into you
A vital slice of curiosity
With a mild spell of madness
You said that you would bleed
And die for me.
You're like a honey coated sugar cube, my darling
And I am
So you can see that you are just killing me
This I cannot allow, though I have proof of a fact
You are as hollow physically as you've always been
Bleed love, 'til death do us part.
EndeavorDo you see the abyssal eye staring back from the other side?
How will you save it all today?
Does it ever seem to be in vain?
Does it ever drive you out of your mind?
Oh morality, oh the humanity,
Does it matter at the end of the line?
When I glared back into its gaze,
All that I had saw that I wanted to save,
Was the only thing that matters to me,
The self-made dream.
SynchronizedWe don't need words
It's common sense, we already know
No matter how far apart we may go
As time changes so do we
When we come back to collide
Our synchronization is full
Like we never separated
Then we let go
Holding onto what we know
We are infinite
Stained SteelA single tear
as the memory
Tower: CenturyI built this with my hands, brick by brick, until I could finish it and accept. The garden bed surrounding the base is a visual reminder, it holds various flowers from experienced regions. The gates that lead to the pathway of the tower are also hand made. They proved to be more difficult than I had previously expected them to be. The gates are alive, inside the bars and frame, ghost like human faces. The pathway is a mixture of sand, the jagged bricks of an old world wall, and complimented with shrapnel littering the pathway. The tower itself is nothing out of the ordinary, or impressive, however its view no matter how many times I have tried, I cannot accurately capture it. Perhaps that is a reason why I enjoy it so, it cannot be touched, only viewed.
The inside of the tower is barren and still. The air inside is usually cold, a delight in blazing Summers, an accomplice to blizzards in the Winter. Over the years, I have had to rebuild this tower, when I had made it or
The Melody of a Love SongThe way you move me,
Like the melody of a love song,
Stuck on replay.
“Fly away with me”,
Said the lyrics.
As you warm my hand with yours.
As your voice draws to a whisper,
The sweet beat slows.
Chills and goosebumps overflow my body.
And when we kiss,
The melody silences.
But only for a moment.
Now I can hear your heart pound,
Raging to it’s own beat.
Your own love song.
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.
They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.
So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.
Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.
Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."
~Trip through Time~~Trip through Time~
If I only had the strength,
Would you realize that I'm gone,
If I only had the courage,
To tell you that you're wrong,
If I only had the confidence,
To move on from our past,
Would you love me differently,
If my past reviels myself,
Take my hand, and walk with me,
We'll Take a trip back from destiny,
We'll search the past; for the reasons so,
A never ending path, that I want you to know,
On our journey, from past to past,
Discovering each others lifes,
Would you think of me differently,
If you lived through my life,
Tell me what true love means,
Show me how it really feels,
Introduce me to that feeling,
As it all feels unreal,
Could you handle my past life,
Would you still accept me now,
If everything was a flashback reel,
Would you still feel the same; right now,
Walk through time and the road we're on,
Is this our perfect trip,
Tell me what you're thinking, honey,
Is this what you dreamt,
Take your time, we're in no hurry,
Our destiny is set,
But will you still lo
Broken Hearts Still BeatingThe lightning-spliced sky illuminates my bedroom
and I'm crouched in the corner, embraced by the dark,
thinking of how there could have been a chance
for me to wake up next to you, your emerald eyes
webbed with emotion, your body limp
from jerking in your sleep. I imagine ruffled sheets,
broken lamps, and permeating heat.
I think of how we could have jogged together
along roadsides and doubled over with thorns
in our ribs at your feeble attempts to whistle Dixie.
I'm collapsing inward, reminiscing on the truths
I should have told you and how every boy I pass
has your face, your dark brown hair, your lips.
And I cry. Oh, do I cry.
I saw you hunched over one day, exhausted
from nightmares, sipping Gatorade and reciting
poetry about there being beauty in decay,
and I couldn't help but think that you
were living proof of that phenomenon.
I wanted to cry for you and tell you about that time
a lady ran into me at Barnes & Noble and I'd had
no earthly idea that I was alive until she turned ar
Right NowI remember how it all started
It was a quiet December day like today
That turn into something that I never would expected
But it feels bittersweet knowing it's gone
Or feels like how a child is lost in the big world out there
Just an empty feeling
People say love is a drug
From the start to finish
A high that everything is perfect or nothing can go wrong
But when it is gone, you feel the withdraw symptoms that won't go away
But no I'm just taking it in
Out the window of my apartment bedroom again
Tomorrow I'll be gone I don't know when I'll be back
But in this world everything can change just like that
Caught up in everyday life
Doesn't seem like nobody cares
Walking out seems like the only option
No one will miss me right?
Find myself somewhere else because home ain't what it used to be
Mom and Dad were fighting about everything
From dishes to who is looking after the child I had
I didn't know what to do
But no I'm taking it in
Out the window of my apartment bedroom again
The T.V is o
Quietly, GentlyShy smiles and fluttering butterflies,
My heart would beat faster when I looked into your eyes.
Even then, as I held you warmly in my arms,
Every word you said put me under your charm.
Dozing off, I sent you a little smile.
And told you that it’s fine to fall asleep for a while.
When you awoke, the sun was setting for its own time to sleep.
So I pulled you close and breathed in so deep.
Quietly, in the dark, I slowly fell in love.
Gently in my arms, I called you my little dove.
Does Death Hurt?Does death hurt?
When the knife digs into flesh
do you fall into your knees in pain
or simply in shock of motion?
When you slip away in the dark of sleep
does the dream still remain
as you travel to worlds unknown?
When the drugs hit your body
does your heart stop suddenly
or can you feel the imminent end?
When the noose slips tight
does your head feel heavy
and your limbs feel numb?
When the water rushes in
to the castle only of air
can you feel your breath cut off?
When the dirt piles over
and the air runs out
can you feel the choking?
So riddle me this,
oh master of death,
does it hurt to die?
i am the bird with the broken wingAnd this is how the story goes
There is no high in these winter lows
The love that left me has faded away
My tears blur the night into day
For I am the bird with the broken wings
Who has fallen behind the flock,
Now I have fallen by the way side.
With no one to pick me up.
The love that left me died in my arms,
Now things are all messed up.
I am floating beneath the water,
But I cannot get back up.
The silence floats around me,
Where there used to be your voice.
I reach out in the dark,
Hoping for your touch.
All there is, is empty sheets,
A reminder of my loss.
I shudder at what my life has become,
Fragments of glass spread around the floor,
I cut myself trying to pick the pieces up.
But this is how my story goes,
There was no high in my winter lows.
The love I lost hurt too much,
Now there is no night, there is no day.
To Fly in FireSinking deeper in a sea of nothing,
With night’s darkness as my dawn.
Questions requiring no answers,
And satisfaction found in the wrong.
Tears shed not like the inkwell,
Far overused by this rotting quill.
Is this the seed of strength and vigor,
Or closing distance with my rancor?
I hear the still damp match ignited,
Rekindling my flame of envy.
The drowned piece of wood below,
Was kept remembered after all.
So the wind I soared these wings with,
Were nothing but mere, fake glimpses.
What unkindly surrenders to the glutton,
That keeps me earth-bound along with it.
Flashes of fears of weakly faltering,
Dread my dreams with eyes unclosed.
But this tattered soul knows too well,
The day’s yet to exist when I can let go.
[De]Humanized [In]SanityWhen you're looking up at me
and down at yourself, do you feel unwell?
Your faith is yours,
Your belief is yours,
I'm not part of the meaning,
I'm not part of the reason,
This is you, this is yours.
Had to steal myself back,
My skull is grated and I'm on the attack,
If I desired to see a distorted reflection of myself,
I'd look into a mirror not at someone else.
I am not a hero or a savior,
I won't be dehumanized by these lies,
I won't lose my mind as I know that I am,
Just myself and nothing else.
Are we so weak?
Are we so lost?
The condition is revolting,
And it takes a high price and toll,
Buying morality and selling broken souls.
Will you find yourself?
Will you fight for yourself?
This war is for justice,
This war is for truth,
I'll fight to change,
This apathetic and motionless view
Scream it out loud, what will you do?
When will you make a move?
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