My mind is corrupted
by the idea of ideals
The mirror deceives
as guilty seeds grow
A hypocrite in mind
naive in to the bone
I feel like I'm out of focus
Standing by the riverside
Watching day by day fade by, so agonising slow
I feel like I'm underwater
Drowning in the deep
Unable to get a grip, as time slip away above me
I feel like I'm the leaf
Chasing in the wind
Living in the moment, taking nothing for granted
Death BreathThis is not guidance or help
But take my advice
Stop the stupid fight
No inferior dies
The hunger of the broken-hearted
The hunger of the broken-hearted.
He found her broken-hearted.
So he gave her his to mend.
It was all so very good meant.
But his heart was never true.
And when he finally left her,
She had not only cracks left,
But a fresh hole in her chest.
Desperately needing comfort,
She stole the hearts of others.
Finding some peace for a while,
Before the hunger came back,
And drove her to toss it away
To find a new and sweet one.
The hunger of the broken-hearted.
The shadows are whispering
The innocent words that to
The unfaithful soul becomes
The cruel but unspoken truth
Play one more time
the song we played
way back in the days
When life was fun
and time infinite
We spoke no bad
we were innocent
and always so naive
Take me back there
let me be naive again
even if just a moment
The keys are dusty
the melody rusty
From a lost time
were kids were
but innocent kids
With only one colour
Will I paint the world
All in blue shades
All in creme white.
Because we are all one
United and equal
No differences to tell us apart
The dream of us all
Being all as one
United and strong
What would it be
If there where more
colours to see?
A world in a mess
Not one alike the other
If yellow and green
And not red and red
Went hand in hand
What would happen
To the perfect clan?
We should all be alike
A copy of one and another
Not painted differently
Alien to one and other
We should be made
The same altogether
Not formed by strangers
Sickly obsessed with her body
She stands by the shattered mirror
Praising her hateful body
As she decorate it with another red line
sometimesthe rocks speak
to my bones like
long lost friends
and i wonder what
i missed while my eyes
were clamped shut.
ways to describe a dead boy's instagram account1.
it was horribly horribly vacant.
the last post (a selfie) was from nine days ago.
i should mention that he never
goes a day without posting selfies.
but then again, does anyone?
we don't seem to realize it
until it actually happens; how
people will be there one day -
smiling at you, maybe laughing,
maybe arguing - and will then be gone
but dwelling on things
is something i said i could never do.
and i always keep my word.
you know how when you have a crush
on a really cute person
and end up stalking them until you can't
stalk them anymore because there aren't
any more new pictures? that's what it feels like.
except maybe ten times worse
because that's when you realize
how his eyes turned a little to the left
and down onto the ground when he smiled,
from hugs, how he crossed his fingers
when looking into the camera lens.
but the worst part is when
you see his hand holding yours
and he's looking down a
ampersand. inside me i have a
hundred different storms
the wind is harsh and the rain
is cold, but i stand
with upturned palms
in the face of it all. the eye of the
tornado is a
beautiful thing. to the left is the house
i used to occupy but
never lived in, and above my
buzzed out head the
paint is peeling off the
walls, freshly painted, dried and
already dying; a flower
nobody cared to water. all the plants around the
ripped up by the things we never
got to say. i miss you
and the way you always told the thunder
to stop, but i am now
almost eighteen (which is very different
from freshly seventeen), and i see now
that all you did
was put a cap on the flood.
when the wind drops and
falls back to below my shoulders, i
open my mouth
and taste blood. let it
Dreaming on Apollo's MoonAnother night lit sleepless journey
I sauntered atop a twilight pool
In echoing my reflection wavered
Spoke the darkness to a fool
Then, arose a void knight in valiant form
Culling forcibly the luminous of stars
Then, I peered bedazzled at furious swarm
Swelling in cadaver like fireflies in jars
In chaos reign forged Apollo
It's the curse of the azure sky
Banishing midnights enchantment
For the fool to speculate why
And Then She Was Born and Spoilt It AllThey say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
But sometimes - I'd rather say, often - beauty becomes the synonym of perfection.
Either perfection or nothing.
Imperfect result is equal to zero result.
All criteria must be accomplished, or it all is a flop.
There are seven criteria.
There could be more, but I'll stop here.
Doesn't remind you of anything?
"Please tell me if she has brain pathologies".
"Why do you think so?"
"She got a B. And she knows it well that she must only get As".
"I've got an impression that you had a plan of her development before she was born..."
"Yes! And then she was born and spoilt it all!"
Every moment is precious.
By the time she's one, she is to be able to speak frequently, and two languages at least.
By the time she's two, she must be able to read and write.
By the time she's three, she is to begin studying at school.
Preferably not with snot-noses from first grade.
By the time she's f
Glassyif i waited till the next
thunder storm, buried
my heart in the sand,
and let the lighting strike,
i'd have the perfect present
for you, encased in glass
I have to be strong not for me
But for everyone else
I want to cry I want to scream
But few can see my hollow tears
I need you near to keep me sane
But the thought of your pain makes me sad
I want to hide and cry alone
But you are here and it keeps me real
I know you say you've left this solid ground
But in my heart you still live
You've kept me together for so long
So I will stay strong for everyone else
Ticket To God's DeskHi God,
I am quite aware you are an extremely busy guy
Spammed on a daily basis by the hatred of Your own creation
Should any of my following words sound a little acid or bitter,
I apologize in advance because I know Your job is sometimes one of the most ungrateful ones
I know my cosmic case is no mystery to Your infinite knowledge and wisdom
I know you can access my soul whenever You feel it is necessary
If You check the Holy logs You'll probably stumble upon a 8 year old little girl who was convinced rain was Your tears pouring, and storm Your Anger showing
I was 8 the first time I begged You to kill me
I never was from here and we both know it
Please feel free to send me Your stellar staff for a soul and mind check-up
Just in case something,somewhere could be fixed...
And in case You would truly hate me...
If I really am on Your mf blacklist
I am begging for mercy
I ask You to leave my loved ones alone
And simply erase me so this undying torment of d