We were higher above the entire planet,
And maybe you are afraid of heights.
I tried to conserve the relationship,
But so scared you jumped off it..
Come, hold my hand again,
Why scared of the pain...
Come where sky is not the limit.
looking around seeking help,
seeing nothing but shadow below your feet,
trying to move another step, but being strong has its limits,
if i could just stay still for a moment, without worrying about not achieving,
but tis not something i afford to take.
A ring is round
and has no end.
It has no sharp edges.
Nor will it bend.
Love is precious.
It has no limit.
You can reach the top.
And still can't beat it.
Your high is your addiction.
Feeling so confused.
Is it real or is it fiction.
Can you handle my
Your heart feels my
Love that movie.
It is a road less traveled yet even a
long abandoned pathway has to end.
As I tried to slowly raise my foot off the ground, I caught my breath in desperation to pause the moment
only to find out that time is a moving picture playing continuously without mercy.
There will be this one fascinating thing which will come to take over most of who you are only to pass,
Fluttering its wings to an escape,
Dissolving into air.
I try, withstanding all my will to resist, to anticipate the arrival of the dark reel of film where the closing credits will soon roll in.
My body shivers as I wish to preserve the remaining last few pages,
But shivering might break my bones and I know
That it is a terrible, torturous thing
To want someone who wants someone else.
September 23, 2015. 1:18am
Everybody says "It's your life, take control of it."
Yes, quite indeed it's my life
And naturally, the controls comes with limitations
I keep falling back into bad habits
And each time I fall in I only get worser
"But Chalsey, you shouldn't let life limit you."
Well, I don't know how much of me there is.
Maybe this is all anyone gets
Maybe there isn't much more to me
Maybe I am at my limit
We have so much freedom
in England, America, the list going on.
But no matter, how free people become,
obsessions, desires, choices come out of the woodwork
and they make people question the "outdated" law
because what we're allowed to do doesn't feel like freedom any more.
But how far can we take this?
How far do we go, until someone makes a choice,
which is considered wrong, idiotic or in need of help?
Where's the limit or line by which our freedom
gives way to insanity and repulsion?
Those who are homosexual, fair enough that's fine,
then the people who wish to change sex entirely, can be done...
Then the people that wish to change race... What the fuck?
What is next, on this crazy planet of freaks,
I want to be a zebra with goat horns and modified wings!
I can't take people seriously any more, nothing makes sense,
the world's a gutter and everyone's riddled with painful dents.
Of mind, of body, of soul, the pain goes on; people doing nothing,
but letting it be or inflicting it upon themselves in desperation.
All I can seem to find, congregating in my mouth, are the words "get a grip".
But of course, you can't say something like that.
Of course, you have to accommodate, if it's hurting no one else.
If a man wants a vagina, he can have one,
if someone chooses to cut themselves, give them support,
if a woman wants to marry a house, fuck it, it's her life.
Who cares right? Does it really matter at the end of the day?
Well the problem with issues like this is that they don't matter
and I really don't care what you wish to do with yourself.
The thing that should be taking the spotlight, the debate;
masquerading on the news should be footage from third world countries.
Everywhere, we should be talking about the best way to help people,
ways to solve all economic crisis, defeating world hunger,
turning all we know into a perfect world, knowing only peace.
But of course, why would we all want peace?
Why would a Government want peace and balance, when there's profit?
More importantly, why would a Government stop to look after the world,
when there's no opposition because it's people are distracted;
all of them wondering whether their issues will ever end and dreams come true.
The question was never, where's the limit?
But rather, what's the limit?
I write my poems how
I want to write them.
You can't put a limit
On my creativity,
But I can put one on
Your slavery (over me).
Fuck my teacher. Complaining about being way behind when he shares stories completely unrelated to history.
Silence. And. Rage.
The beast in the cage.
Mercy till its death.
To enact on stage,
Forever holds its breath.
Ignited. And. Away.
The beast in the cage,
Patience was its gift.
Straining with its edge,
Finally out with swift.
For them to grieve
For them to heave.
So I kept my beast in the cage,
Hidden and secure,
Tamed and sharpen.
To await upon time,
For its leash to be loose.
Yesterday, I told myself
Let us conquer the world with our love
I thought it was about you and I alone
But I am too blessed already
With the love you give to me
I want to make you feel how I feel
How I want to give everything
But we should not keep this love for ourselves
We both have great hearts
Why don't we share this to the world?
Let us conquer this world with love
Only love, my dear
Let us tell them so that they may know
And may learn from us
That true love means equality
Between man and woman
No age, no race, no face
Our hearts have their own eyes to see
That's how love should be
There is no stop
There is no yield
Red means nothing to me
The fat lady does not sing until my last breath
They use to push me down
Point their scornful glares towards me
They thought I was like glass and tried to shatter me
You only made me stronger
Sure I was coal back then
But thanks to you I'm a diomond
Shining brighter than you
I'm still running
Running for the Zenith of a mountain I call my life
There will always be obstacles in the way
But thanks to you I'm use to it
I do not fear the unknown anymore
I invite it
Come forward and show me what you got
I will not stop
I will not yield
Green is the only thing that means anything to mean