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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?
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.
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?
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
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.
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."
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?
~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
5. The End is No End
Never had I beheld such a morbid sight,
Even after all that had penetrated my vision,
And pierced the very innocence of my soul.
Before stood the arisen Gates of Hades,
And but a few steps was I from the source of opposition.
My knees then met the soil and ash that laid below me.
The eyes that had before surrounded me,
Came to once more encircle me…
I knew not the reason, nor did my curiosity overcome my fear.
The drums of my ears felt nothing but a deafening ring,
And every hair arose on the flesh of my arm in alarm.
A familiar presence came from behind me.
I turned my eyes to the Hooded Figure that had bestowed upon me this journey.
Without haste or hesitation, I spoke with my voice high,
"You said to not fear, yet what is this?!
I feel nothing but calamity flowing like scorching sand through my veins,
And my heart pounds like the hammers that forged this abomination before me!
What say you of this journey that has led me to these infamous doors?!"
To me did he attempt to
Stolen KissI wish I was a poem. I wish I could be summed in three stanzas and bring shimmering relief to literature students on dreary Monday mornings. I wish to be the sugar they sprinkle into tea they drink from carnival glass to make them relax. If only they could read and have me brush along their jawlines, tingle in their fingertips like the lit fuse on a firecracker. If they read me aloud I would taste of pureed flowers, frost thin and light with marigold their every spoken word.
(College tastes like burnt bagels and monsters. It’s wanting to run forever, but being unable to move. The lines are too long. Too slow. Sleep sticks like peanut butter to everyone’s brains and lashes. They’re zombies because they know the end is near, shuddering in panic from winter chills and confusion, so desperate for some meaning.)
I asked one of these people, a tattooed girl, if I could taste her breath. “Sorry, I’ve just run out,” she said, hot steam from her sweat misting
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.
I Can't Sleep.Jealousy overtakes me
To the point where I can’t breathe
But I don’t want to breathe
I’m filled with hate
And I don’t want to be
But I am
And it helps me breathe.
My love is the fuel
To this fire
And for the sake of love
Get me to see the truth
I know the truth
But I can’t think
Emotions never cared about logic
I scream to myself
It has to be me
No one else can help me
I’m stuck in denial
Like a paradox
Now I think I’m okay
But I’m not.
Why can’t I see what you mean?
Why can’t I hear your words?
Why can’t I believe?
Open my eyes…
Make me breathe
In your words
And forget my own
I say to myself.
The Other Side of WonderlandWatch the way the words flow,
Dark colors spilling from my pen.
Molding a new existence,
One very few could live within.
Don't venture in too deeply,
Nothing is as it seems.
Sick twisted creatures thrive here,
This place that haunts my dreams.
Poisoned are the pretty things,
Sweetness, an evil foe.
My muse is dark and nasty,
Only seeds of evil grow.
Wonderland needs a rainbow,
My pen needs colored ink.
I try to capture beauty,
Yet, my words all fade and shrink.
[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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