Today, this is the word that sticks most in my mind
Flowing into my ears, to my brain
Like slick, black oil
Sinking into me
Making me cold
And leaving me bereft of happiness
All their hateI look across the room
I feel their anger like a wave
Of too-hot air running across my skin
But even with all their hate
Its power almost tangible,
They will never hurt me again.
Wasted tears, Wasted yearsThese tears i've cried
Are bitter when tasted
My time is wasted
On people who don't care
Who weren't there
And certainly aren't here now
To witness how,
Her color and vibrancy drained dry
Love is blind, and you my friend, are a bat.Sworn to leave, and never return
Only to come crawling back for more
Blind to the flaws in each other
It almost seems kind of perfect that way
All the heartache forgotten,
Falling head-over-heels again
Sometimes I wonder how it feels
To love blindly,
And meanwhile, I stay back
Wondering how to hnadle sheer beautiful idiocy
Without MeThe sun will always shine
So will the moon and all the stars at night
The birds will still call
Dancing in ballrooms at incredible heights
In autumn, the leaves will turn
And inevitably fall
Spring flowers will bloom
Even if my life ends too soon
There will be other days
There will be other days
Winter will only mourn for summer rays
And oh, there will be other days
MuteI rip out my vocal cords
One at a time
With no disregard towards
The blood and gore I'm
Getting on my rotting palms
No one cares anyways
They wouldn't care if I was dropping bombs
They're too wrapped up in their own days
Why make myself mute
Now they can't hear me complain
About my oh so very cute
And insignificant pain
Now they won't need
To suffer anymore
They will be freed
From me, only a constant sore
RainRain trickles down my window pane
Crying diamond tears
Walking down the lane
Frozen in time
Like an old photograph
Bright colors, subdued with nostalgia
Kiss the flowers' velvet dresses
A fresh breeze
Swirls around me in a whirlwind of
Hope and love
I inhale the dreams that died
Buried under the hard ground
That the new rain has unearthed
I dance with abandon
Childish laughter bubbles up like a spring
As I vivaciously stomp through a stagnant puddle
Life breathes around me
As I spin and twirl
Smiling as the sun begins to shine on me
Parting through grey clouds
It beams at me with its gorgeous rays
And we say goodbye to the remnants of the vanishing rain
OHe touches me as if I may break
breath on my neck, hesitant
touching his lips to my skin
whispering pleasure into my pores
I beg for breath with starving lungs
exhaling sigh after sigh
spine curves with a purr
my arms tremble around him
He looks at me as if I am heaven
gaze dancing across my body
dragging desperation into my limbs
fingers finding places to worship
I am ablaze
my mouth singing against each inch
of his flesh that will listen
until his body is deaf with longing
Riotous ApocalypseWait can't you hear that minute sound,
Gushing up from the depths of a dank underground,
Would you silence the screams of the damned?
Merciless marauders crawling over cement ceilings,
Blackened blades wielded by faces lacking feelings.
Wait can't you see their vacant frown,
Rising up from the lows of a lonely town,
Would you break the bellows of the cursed?
Senseless soldiers marching over marble mountains,
Hardened hatchets shielded by roars quaking rains.
Wait can't you smell their lost pity,
Building up from the hell of a hatred city,
Would you torment the tears of the harmed?
Guiltless gladiators storming over stone streams,
Sharpened swords yielded by dark bleeding dreams.
HousecatI don't care if you say you love me
Take care of me, but let me be free
Fresh water, food in my bowl,
I am someone you cannot control
That is all I want from you
Satisfied I'll forever be true
But neglect me, and I'll be on my way
To find myself a better place to stay
The Hidden TruthShe smiles, she laughs, she paints away,
On the tips of her happiness is how goes the day.
She prays, she hopes, she dreams legit,
To forget the regrets that she once commit.
She is, she was, an angelic child,
Now addicted to pain is how gone wild.
She tries, she pretends, to again be so happy,
Such a shame her life has turned so scrappy.
She tries, she wishes to again be so her,
A prince shall come to make her feel so pure.
The Writer's One Second SparkSense no darkness when I am wide awake and on fire,
I could do this for another second, another minute, another hour.
Oh what creativity in this cortex that blossoms like the simple flower,
How these intricate rhymes of innocent words give my heart,
Such a pounding energy of pride to recycle my writer's power.
Sense no blindness when I am wide awake and full of desire,
I could do this for another day, another week, another year.
Oh what brilliance in this brain that emotes like the complex tear,
How those delicate rhythms of distant beats give my soul,
Such a resounding spark of arrogance to rekindle my writer's fear.
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boy
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e
Warm Me"The world is big and I am small,
I am short and the world is tall.
The world is cruel and I am hurt,
The world is cold and full of dirt."
The melody of a children's song
Echoed through the empty floor
When the shadow of a former self
Marched towards that certain door.
Behind that door there was a short shelf,
Drawers unlocked by a key
Agile fingers had stolen before.
The lighter was found with glee.
"The world is big and I am small,
The world is too deaf for my call.
The world is cruel and turned away,
The world is cold and has to pay!"
Like ice the darkened walls did glisten
On the floor there was a lake.
The last canister soon was empty
And the pale hand did not shake.
With a soft hiss the flame's brought to life.
It stretched and began to dance.
A hand tried touching it tenderly
Staring eyes entered a trance.
"The world is big and I was small,
It never did love me at all.
But with you the tables will turn!
But with you my friend, it will burn!"
Wet LeavesThe leaves clung
to their branches for weeks. Yesterday
the wind rattled these old
houses and they flew,
spinning, downwards, to
coat the streets in brilliant hues
that crunched beneath
my eager feet.
This morning, rain fell. The
once-a-year magic turned to technicolour
frustrating in its brilliance,
but at least the clouds
and invited me to glower
back at them, apologetic for the
loss and the pain they had
caused in their powerful glee.
We were at a stalemate, glower
I did, and they
were sorry and knew that I
knew, but would not apologize. They simply
and allowed me to scold them, tolerant
of this strange girl
taking their actions
"It's our nature" they wailed, and
burst, pounding me, crushing me
into a scarlet maple leaf.
MiscommunicationMy mongoose breathed a story,
words dripping in bright colors
from his mouth
to shatter at my feet.
Songbirds escaped from my eyes
to chase the winter bubbles that formed
from the creature’s broken syllables.
The savor of Chaos shifted
to a perfect D minor,
and its tremor splashed shadows
across the canvas of feathers and fur.
They surfed above me
on a vermilion wind
which tasted like Persian sunshine
and smelled like painted starlight.
Sound failed my tongue
and vanished from my ears,
for colors abandoned me on shimmering wings
to join the beasts in flight.
My feet turned to stone
as their eyes slid around their heads
to capture me.
They asked me why I had no face.
I told them I had not heard the tale.
Dear FriendDear Friend,
Tears are not simple.
Their emotions and expressions complicate life. And sometimes we want to cry, but can’t.
You may worry that if you start crying you may not stop. You may fear that your ability to fade into your problems and raise again with a few scars may not work.
You could even get rid of the feelings, and the pain, that arise when you enter into the maze of sadness. All those worries are reasonable and proof of how grown up you are.
Don't hold your tears back because they will be like flooding waters building pressure against the dam wall, like putting too much makeup because you can't hide your sadness anymore, like not believing that the sun also shines for you... That creates other problems... worse problems.
There is no reason to keep repressing those sentiments, because you have to see this important truth: we are human... we are meant to feel.
I know you don't like to feel sad and lonely, so even if for
I am meI look in the mirror and see my on reflection
I start to wonder, am I not only a projection?
But if I would be one, my life would be a lie
"But I'm not a lie! I'm not!" that's what I sigh
I remember all the happy moments in life
I remember the sadness and the strife
This though is a proove that I'm me
And accepting that is the only key
To get stronger and to walk along
the lonely road to where I belong
I'm proud, that I am me
And I am also proud to be
A living being, the person that I am
I will show everyone, I will show them
I am me and I'm proud of that
And not only some kind of brat
LoveLet me love
Like the choice is mine
Don't choose my path
It's destined by the one above
Don't tell me yes or no
Just encourage me along the way
Don't say stop
Help me to think and be
But don't try to influence who I am
Don't try to correct my path
Just let me be me
You know I love you so
You know I always will
You know I mean forever
Yet you still control my life
Every day the same old deal
Darling you're driving me insane
Depressed enough to take that knife
Thank you for attending
Please enjoy the appetizers
Everyone is happy
Even in the coffin, I am smiling
how do I hold a lover and tell him I love him when my feet
drags over museum tiles to look at beautiful art that I also fall in love with?
How should I lend an ear to jazz, and punk, and folk,
and passionate music with shivering lyrics, when peace also comes to me
in moments of pin drop silence, and quiet moons.
When the grace of solitude starts calling upon me,
how do I keep loving the things I do?
I am but one person with an infinite mind,
and this is why I feel insufficient most of the time.
Paradox of Love and HateEveryone wants to be loved
But what is love? Or hate?
Both are like sides of a coin
Love is hate, hate is love
Love hurts… hate hurts…
Losing something, that we loved
Being hated by someone
Both hurts and it destroys us inside
Loud are the cries for help, that were shouting in the inside
But nobody hears them, nobody wants to hear them
And it rips the heart more and more apart, until only a few tiny pieces will remain…
If one trusts the wrong people
It'll only hurt more
sometimes one shatters,
If someone shouts at him or her
Or being hated
By the own family
Or by friends…