Five years of life lost --
the suffering incessant;
life imprisonment, perpetual torment...
But here I stand defiant.

Sanity lost to chaos;
godforsaken, anxiety stricken...
Yet courage lay pungent --
ever resilient

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

I know the toothless women
Who crumple on the streets
The rain bleeds through their cardboard,
The cold drips through their feet

I know the dying children
With anaesthetic arms
The angels crowd around them
With time that burns their palms

I've hugged the brainwashed gangsters
With money drenched in blood
I've heard their broken weeping
While digging up the mud

I've seen the starving faces
Of the tired girls at home
The broken, hectic psyches
That eat them to the bone

I know the burning poets
With a desperate thirst for life
The need for finding soulmates
That pierces like a knife

There's weary public servants
Who risk their lives for good
And prove compassion every day
Yet stay misunderstood

Human love is buried
Beneath the plastic weight
Of angry allegations
And a world that feeds off hate

These people may be messy,
But they're beautiful and real
With hidden dreams and secrets
And ability to feel

We have a place to run to
With lights of peach and gold
Where all the weight is lifted
And all our tales are told

We live in total freedom
So safe beneath the moon
And though it seems ambitious
Our dreams will save us soon

I am the pit and the craters
Fondled by cosmic rocks
and chemical dusts

I am the dragon,
from the eastern realm
Fiery and red,
I bring blood to the lunar light I lust

I am the brighter light
The giant of the great Milky Way
Without I, the eternal fire
This poem wouldn't have existed tonight

I am blue, I am green and I breath
I am hundreds of lightyears away
and the only body with eyes to see
How you illuminate my land when lost in flames

The paper flowers you gave me
Are kept so safe in my closet
I refuse to throw them away
For they were crafted with sweat and love
But my mother, my mother
Grabbed them and tossed them
Into the trash bin
My mother, my mother
Her bitter soul, I slowly succumb to

I like it when you smirk. You look so cute and I think that's insane because at the same time, I want to rip your mouth apart.
Your eyes are so soft and lovely and it is amazing because I'd like to toss a dart
directly at it.
Your face glows like the moon. That's why I love staring at them. But it's a sad fact that the moon has mountains and craters and so is your face.
I am passionate about your lips. They are in perfect shape. I wonder how it tastes... like. Though they may be induced with cigarettes.
You look like an angel to me. So tender and holy though full of sin you may be. You actually look so heavenly... with that malignant smile, a devil in disguise.