Human nature
No dont touch me
You hit me first
So tell me why
Why, why, why/ Dont touch me
Just sit
Another strike
And another
One last one
Bow, boom, kabow
Now its over
And no one knows
Why.
Creation
A baby is born
And no one knows why
Well through it in the garbage can
Like Tupac said
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"Tell mama don't cry"
What a life
What a life it lived,
And no one knows
why
Except you.
my dreams are what others chase
i have been mourning over something
that everyone has
and everyone has a story about how it shattered
today i was confronted with a truth
that i had been ignoring for so long
it is my skills that matters the most
i love stars but maybe writing is what i was made for
We will never talk again,
All is said and done,
All there is the shrine of shamelessly shining pain,
Oh here we go again and I have begun!
We will never talk again,
But in my memory there is a stain
Of us
Telling me to never shut up about you
Even in pain,
The fading memory of you and me that never really happened,
I see us,
Us sitting in a lavender field,
Me playing with your velvety hair,
You, staring into the universe of my eyes,
I see us,
Us waltzing in my dreams into the nocturnal reverie,
I see us,
Your pretentious promises,
Your innocent little smile and lines around your eyes,
Your eyes telling me and teaching me love,
I see us,
Maybe in another lifetime,
Oh another lifetime,
To wait for it is death and to hope for it is life,
And I see us,
Holding hands and walking down the sunsets.
i don't know when but
i stopped receiving invitations,
i was already running low-
low on the number of people i could count,
they say everything happens for a reason
i also know that much now,
but i hate that it all happened to me
fate made me realise in the cruelest way possible,
that i'm on my own on these empty roads
yet it's good to walk alone, knowing i'm alone
mirror on the wall reflects my pain
it is a witness of my harsh reality
the pain i romanticized about someone
is a fake reflected image of my thoughts
the pain i never wished to tear my flesh
is the real persona i try to hide
he never learnt to fight back
he never learnt to give up as well
he climbed the mountains
with a weight on his back
he jumped from the mountains
and into the valley
but still survived
living a life
with no place to die
i recall the last words
he died fighting bravely in the war
a child born under dark clouds
you were never the problem
i hope you rest in peace
i hope sun shine bright in next life
so go descend for the heavens
and may i never lift my pen again
to write atrocities committed
on the name of love
messages sent and unsent
confessions told and untold
heartbroken- and hearts we both broke
your memories linger around like a ghost
I still see your shadows at my door
scores settled and unsettled, you don't matter anymore
pierce through my heart or stab my back
the tattoos have already been scrubbed off
now you don't beat my drums anymore
An angel wrote with a golden pen in the marble book of fate.
The ink she used were the tears of men;
The words she wrote: Too late!
Happy ending in the movie: Dorothy: Oh, but anyway, Toto, we're home. Home! And this is my room, and you're all here. And I'm not gonna leave here ever, ever again, because I love you all, and - oh, Auntie Em - there's no place like home!
Despite the happy ending
Miss Gulch won't fade away
like a rumble of thunder.
She'll clutch the sheriffs order,
Pester Em and Henry
until Toto lies as still as sky
after a cyclone,
and Dorothy realizes
Glinda was a very wicked witch.
In the depths of nights shades,
lies the underworld roots of tentacles and rakes of spades.
This darkness creeps and crawls,
Whispers and echoes screams of a fall.
But not until the error is inlaid.
But fear not, for within your soul,
lies a light that can make you whole.
Let it shine, let it grow,
lamp be oiled by Christs Holy blood shed flow.
For in the midst of darkness and pain,
the heart can still find its refrain.
Through the struggles and the toil,
there lies a beauty in the soil.
A path of cultivate way.
So hold on tight, don't let go,
hold onto the reins.
For there is still hope for the Truth to know you
and lead you through its gates, to its' Inn of "Heartschambermade".
Let your heart take flight,
be a driver through the dark of night.
Embrace the beauty of its direction and what is right.
For out the darkness beacons a glow.
The Truth, a place of integrity you can call home.
I know the ending,
But I read it anyway.
I’ll pull the blanket tight around me
As laughter fades to death,
And there are screams,
And tears
that might even be real.
We can rewrite history:
Mold it and tug at it,
Rip it apart and make it beautiful
And digestible.
But there is only truth—
the end.
A flash of light,
Yes, in her eyes
Was the only gesture
Of a sign in the first
Adam when he met her.
Time of his manhood
Glows like moonbeam
That coy the sun.
There was terrible toil,
For he feed his flesh
So as to live them.
Like spartan and trojans,
His aspiration is mediocracy
In his time.
The passing weight of time
Knows the counsel of the gods.
Those longing days
Reverberate the mind.
The philosophy of life
Is epicurious enigmatic.
Women became men.
Men became gods.
Power authorized at the apex
Of Mt. Olympus.
Laws break down
At Mt. Sanai.
Crimes diverse pragmatically
Into open doors and design porticos.
Victory a dust of brilliant
Loophole minds,
Was a competition at all.
Here is the end of the story:
Everything without love is nothing....
Beware, take care
I'm wary,
Disturbed,
Upset
And perturbed
I'm in a plight,
Nothing feels right,
Grey skies ahead
Too many dead.
Capitulating to the wild, random and fickle.
Sigils weaved from nothing, we digest,
divide amongst our kin,
our hands stiffened and hastily fragmented,
our eyes on the sun,
we are all wrapped in cellophane,
falling in place, as the holy crown for man, our Lord and Savior.
Man forbid thou escape his grip today!
Even so, he will surely find thee later.
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