instant retraction
retaliation of the mind
rejection is hard to understand
the underlying revelation blinding

I want to run to the place that engulfed my dreams
feel the cold pavement beneath my feet
never have I wished that I was not there because I am the happiest standing there
the wind lashing against my skin
make my heart pound against the barrier of my chest
to be able to never leave this place
leaving suddenly
wander and wish that you could stay for a little while
but life never fails to go on
and you are forced to move along
You go to other places
Though they are never the same
Those places will never make you as happy as this
It is such a shame...

product of butchered philosophy
men must suffer at the hands of those distracted
by their thirst for their self interest  
punishment is dealt at the request of politics
radical voices
which are silenced by the liberty bred into the rebel
who too fought against crimes
seeking refuge in a new land
but would not allow refuge to those
who suffered at the hands of their destruction

Starts out awful
Continues on the same destructive path
reaching the end, you either fall off or return the way you arrived
and chose a method that lets you sleep at night
Held on too tight
perhaps I just waited too long
Sulking in my own world filled with despair
wondering what I truly deserved if not the worst
While entertained in my thoughts reality woke and got away
it was hard to catch it and beg it to stay
So I just let it go and slept the days away

A miserable excitement
Intertwined existence that patiently sways towards reflection
Constant deprivation of relationships and that damage they return
Beliefs are viewed as limitations that stumble through experiances -- laced with nonsense

Myself?
I wave a scarlet flag that has been aged and tattered by the silhouettes of society.

Oceans sweep over burnt land
-clears away so
men can walk the simple path
forgetting where their desires had previously led them
to a promise of tomorrow
when yesterday was filled with worry

I do not want to leave behind blame
I do not want guilt extracted from my words
I want a simple couple of words to speak my goodbye
Not about the cause but of the moment I chose to leave this world behind

vivid exhaustion
waiting anxiously for a miracle
to embark on a journey through a spiritual realm
where everything is caressed by a hand that cares

Be vigilant
There is always danger lurking around
the sudden sound can wake
and hold you prisoner to be taken away

Half destroyed houses
Yards that are empty and dry
A staircase that leads nowhere
Broken windows are left unnoticed
Barely alive
Life is sparked and people cause a fire
Fire burned down the neighborhood

Guilt speaks desperately and the infinite stream of sanity
slowly crashes into a burst of sudden echoes
The promising canvas of life hangs twisted and the wandering nightmares,
gather unseen
The illusion allows ignorance to act freely and agony laughs
at those memories
Depression trails behind treasure and destroyed hopes surrender,
to tragedy
Desperation and temptation make way for distorted possibilities

An understanding friend
Helps realize the beauty in the room
That in the morning you'll forget for a wanted bed
Saw that today lies awaiting the stars
and watch from the door as the world changes
The wonder of the memories in the darkness of the moon
Silence living high, matters great when starting to play
And the perfect small fight is different in falling and thinking strongly
Yes, I finally set peace knowing you couldn't bring reality
Laughter filled children tried to reach windows instead of the future
And I finally taste simplicity

I have a crush-no wait it's a liking

I do not know him in reality
Only through his writing

He seems to know his way with words
Which makes me wonder about his love
notes that must flow with admiration towards the girl he chases

An unimaginable distance separates us
Not only in miles but in understanding

He might be a lovely poet
But his lack of comprehension makes me worry

I have made a fool out of myself
In talking to him I have missed the obvious

His thoughts are written mysteriously and beautifully
But in his mind, I do not exist

Just know time
                         At night his mind looks at things with a little bit of light
His
       lost soul is pained inside his old body pretending to have purpose
His
       reflection is anything but proud
                                                           ­  just distorted and aged
He
     never knew bliss even at a young age
His
      father never cared to know that he lived
He
     then ended up married to a girl who only knew how to drink
His
      regrets flowed through his veins giving him the energy to forgive
                             but when time finally caught up
                            this meek figure had already fallen

Sometimes I see myself as alright and am glad to think that a future is in sight
Sometimes I see myself as so awful I began to regret the thought of another day
Sometimes I see what remains of the past because in my mind it never healed
And at times I just shut out what anyone ever says about me because what I think of myself is far worse

Laying
            d
            o
            w
            n
wi­th a fright
                  p
                  u
Waking          with a sight
I see the stars and the moon
Making me feel sane despite the delusions of my life
I feel loved as though the stars were hugging me
but yet the moon was tugging me
I cannot chose which p
                                       a
                                           t
                                               h  
                                                    to take for
                                                                ­       I am
                                                               caught between
                                                     t w o                                f a t e s

Orange
simplicity
or
fiery
and
passionate

Yellow
serene
or
excited delight

Blue
        Green
                   Red
                          Black
                             ­      Pink
What's your perception of the colors that surround our world?

Do you get life?
                                           Do I get life?
               I know the answer to that. It is simple. If I got life, I would understand you. But I dont and I am ok with that. I am ok with the fact that I have to be wondering if you are my so called friend. Life is a mystery and so are you. You don't know what's coming next is it life is it death? You are only what you are because you made yourself, you cannot blame it on any one else. You have faults, everyone does, but yours are of not being understood. You stop communication, you yourself stop understanding. People talk to you, you dont answer. You are lost, with no one who cares enough to find you. If I care enough to find you, you are in to deep too be seen, in too deep to be found. You brought yourself there, you are to blame. Nobody else, not me

It's 4:30 in the morning
I'm writing
                 studying
                               singing
                                            dancing
                                                         listening to music
My room is alive
While the rest of the house sleeps

The blue wanted to believe that the truth was trying to turn, run and touch the wronged
but death opened the room which broke the silent ground
It worked slowly I mean it could not speak
                                             could not even touch the ground if it wished
It just grew while reality filled ones feelings
Men stood green instead of trees and the strongest heart was that of an infant

people left me with a need for a new place
where touching skin no longer felt like a fear

i wanted to stay and get past my broken feelings but there's fear even in happy moments

voices of disapproval followed me
slowly and quickly
day in and day out
on land
and not even the sea could cast away those demons

warmth quickly became a burden
my scars i tried to return but faces came forward to form more

I shall go
To not be judged
but hope to be let out and loved
Will it ever go my way?
The nation has buckled under the pressure
No one is certain in how they live
The paranoia has reached us
and
we are no longer the way that they have taught us
Stand Tall
Be confident in who you are
We are one as a nation
and
We believe in obligation
Not two against another
But one complete and together

We fear the feeling of acceptance because we cannot accept ourselves.
We hide any resemblance of beauty by calling it ugly.
We hide any resemblance of nature by industrializing it.
We turn a society that is no where near perfect into an image of achievement because we need somewhere to look to.
Why can we surpass our limits but not ourselves?

How he feels about me
   Old conversations
      Embarrassing moments
         Depressing moments
           Family
             School
               Poetry
                 Future plans
These thoughts constantly set up sleepless nights

Death is when we truly begin to breath
A sigh of relief
No more troubles
That invade our mind
And makes us restless
At night
No more steps towards uncertainties
That can make us depressed beyond the boundaries of our mind
No more goal that are impossible to achieve
And make the hopes within our soul jump off of a bridge and reach its death eventually
The freedom gained by death elates us
but forces us to say," The end is near but the beginning surrounds us above and below. Where will you go?"

Two world collide in the quietest way
It is not a not a notion that surprises even the faintest of heart
It's a collaboration of two people who don't know where to start
It's movement in the place of stillness
Life in the place of death
It's you and I baby
Will we ever accept?

unknown voices
trapped in visions
find their reflection unappealing
shattered, they're left constantly longing for wingless angels

"Sorry about your wall."
          "Help me tear it down?"
"I failed to see the true reason behind your actions."
           "I know, I felt ignored and never felt welcomed through any door."
"I was just like them, rejecting you without a cause and without a thought."
           "Although there were many, you were the most significant. It damaged my heart to see you act so carelessly."
"Why was I noteworthy? You said it yourself, I was only one of many fools."
            "You were the only one I ever cared about and when you left, I felt like I lived in complete darkness."
"I've come back to restore hope in your life and take you into the light."
            "It has become too late, my breath has grown shallow and my memory weak. I am no longer the person I seem."
"The future can still be created and strength can be built......"*
His words were lost forever and so was she.