Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.

These jangling keys
I have in hand
Call out for locks
That no longer exist.
The building is gone,
Knocked out of site,
But still, I carry these keys
That jingle and jangle
For naught but the breeze.

.̶͙̰̪̳̥͔̭̭̤̽̒͆͊̇̚͝
y̷̡͚̤̻͌́͒̍͐̀̒͠ͅȯ̴̧͙͍̠̘̠̣̅͊͊͜͝ṷ̶̡̺̗̖̱̺͉̬̌̇͂̅͂­̙r̸̛͈̳̣̻̼̐͌̽́̍͗͛͌͜͠ ̶̘̋̈̏s̴̟̳͈͈̯̼̜̖̙͌̇k̴͓̯͈͌̽͒̑̈́̌͜i̷̛͇͔̠͍̇̅̈́́ṉ̶͇̰͔̯̱̓,̵̨̨̢̱̮̦̦͇̑̔̿̑͘­̧̖

̴̤̘̳͊́͘s̵̹̖̤̦̬͐̉͛̋̀͝ṕ̶͙͉̗e̷̢̼͎̪̱͉̤̼̪͇͋̄̔͒̋͝a̶͕̮̘͖̗̟͒͐̏̔̐̚ḱ̷­̡̙͙̥͙̗͔̞̐̈́̓̃͒s̶̰̯͓̻͛̋̊̽̋͂̾ ̴̧̟͓̰͕̦̳̗̻̳̐̉̌̀̚ẗ̵̼̙̰̲͇̳̺͎́̓͋̊̐̅ơ̸̖̤̠̰̲͋͊͋͐̈́͗͝ ̶̢̲̝̥͙̭͇̙̜̈́m̶̨̖̹̺͎̬̪̠̭̈́e̶͔̜̟̙̼̪̪͈̘̾ͅ,̶̨̋̃̍̉̆̂͘̕

̷̡̲̭̤̼̋͐̂m̶̅̌̃͠͝­̢̝̗̠̪̜̝̻̏́͒̆̎y̷̨̡̠̻̏ ̵̩̈̍̄l̴̳̝̜̈́͂̓̑̈͛́̕i̵̜̱̭͇̇̍̌́͋͋̽̽͝p̶̗̩̰͖̓̾̑̈̕s̵̪͖̯͚̦̈́̃̈́ ̸̦͇͙̊̔͌͆̂̓̏̈́̚͘͜w̷̙̜͍̝͈̜͊̅́̂̀̂́̿̕r̷̢̙͖̯̦̪̩̈́̒̈́̋̕i̸̗͖̗̾̾̓͘t̵̛̅̏͊̌͌̃͝­̬̜̻̫̀e̶̡̫͔͑͑̓,̵͖͕̝̯͖̃̆̓̅

̴̛̘̬̥̙̭͕͓͈̰̠͌̈́͌̀͊͋͝n̷͍̣͍͇̮̔̄̌͝ä̷͉́̌͌͑̽̚­ķ̶̰̥̮̈̈́ͅe̸̯̞̳̊̆̉̉d̴̡̠̤͎̰̟̞̞̗̞͐̑͋͒̎̀̀͠͝ ̸̨̢͔͚̝̝̜̓̾͆̔̀̐͜p̶̨̙̘͙̺̥̬͔̹̂͒̐͠ȍ̵̡̳̼͙̥̰̜̰̼͒̂̆͊͜ę̶̱̺̩̰͎̮͛̎̇̓̾̆̚͠t­̵̠͓͉̱̗̐̃̀̈́̀̚͝r̵̲̩̲̘̯͉̯͙͗̈́̈͂̾̋y̷̛͔̳͋̔͠

.̶͙̰̪̳̥͔̭̭̤̽̒͆͊̇̚͝

I am never sure of anything
I am terrible at making choices
I second guess almost everything

But I never second guessed loving you

Sometimes our eyes simply do not see
Our ears do not hear
We confuse our true self with our "Show" self
The self that's consumed by ego
The self that does not realize the value of relationships
The self that does not stop to appreciate the little simple pleasures offered by life
Do not just look.. But SEE
Do not just hear... But LISTEN
Always be your TRUE self - only then will you
truly find complete happiness and appreciation in what life has to offer

Somedays,
I
amaze
myself.

Other days,
I put my
keys
in the fridge.

When I speak
There are things I can not say
Feelings I can not express
But with you, I don't need to
One look into my eyes
And you already know
Everything I dare not breath into life

Soft sunlight sweetens the fruit
Stirs the leaves and makes them shiver
Million little reaching roots
Slowly seek the hidden river

her heart has been broken
so many times she wonders
if it's beyond repair.

the walls she once loathed
now surround her heart,
unapproachable by man.

each night she lies
awake wondering if
anyone hears her cries.

but He hears her
and tells her heart to be still
for He will dry her tears,
take her and restore
her broken heart.
for she is His bride.

Lying by her side I would watch Helen sleeping a restful sleep to where she was totally unaware Iwas watching
her
I would think to myself of what do dream of me my darling and to where do go In your dreams at dead of night
I am Included In your dreams do take me with where ever you go In your dreams or do go It
alone

wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me

it’s not a normal feeling
not a temporary feeling
you’re sick, and you know it

I wasn't born
With this hole in my heart
But it developed gradually
When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art.
Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours!
But just then, I was grayed and torn
Just like  withered flowers!
The pain! Yes the pain
Is unbearable
My tears all are in vain
They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable!
I am fed up of emotional breakdown
My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town!
I know, sorrows are part of life
But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife!
I try my best to just forget and move on
But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?

l̸̨̨̟̤̥̱͆̇͋́̀̀͘͜ȩ̸̧̮̳̣̣̾͊̀͝s̵͕̈́́ş̵̢̠͓̩̈́͜ ̴̛͙̙̤̿̉w̸̰͕̜͔̼͑̆̑͘ö̸̧̟̗͚̘̠́̾r̷̺̮͉͐̓̈́̓̋̿̆͛͝d̷͔̅̏̆̊̚̕s̶̠̺͒́͒̌͊̋̐̂ͅͅ­̨͔͔̟̯̤,̵̛̼̹̖̙̰̍̍͒ͅ ̴͚͕͔͎̤̜͋
̴͓͋́͑̅͒̊m̵̭̈́̋́͊̄͘o̸̮̫͇͉̍͛̇̅͂͒̑̕r̵̳̹͚̺͚̂̆͝ë̶͇̗̺̬͍̖́́ͅ ̵̘̙̣͉̏̇̂̏͐͑͑ͅs̵̲͔͛͋̈́̾̉̊̏͛̓͆k̴̯̳̞̪͕͂̆̌̈́͘͝͠ͅì̸̧̢͈͖̖̠͉̖̫̐͗̃̏̿͑ͅn̴̘͋­͍̤̳͓̙̲͍͕,̷̲͈͆̈̈́̂̑̓ ̸̭̩̭̲͐̆͊̓̑͌͜
̸̡͍̬̺̬̜̙́̈́̈́͝m̸̛̥̳͛̃͝o̶͓̔̏͗͋̄͌̓͝r̸̯͉̤̣̠̗͚̜̬͂͜e̶̛̓̐̄͊̌­͇̩̯͔͓͕̹̝̼̃̈́ ̷͕̾s̴̨̮̰̠̦̞̖̬̤̪̅̏̿̾į̶͚͓̈̎̋̄̀͂̓̇͝l̸̡̹̯͑̓̐͊̈́͆́͌̚͝e̵͖̰͑̎̿͒̒͠͝n̸̛̑̋̚­̨̫̹͍́͝c̵̛̳̤̻̞̠̲͎̖̯̓̎͌͝ē̶͇̟̦͖,̸̧̘̦͔͔͚̙̼̳̤̿͂͘͘ ̶̻̘̼̞͗́̍͋͠͝͠
̵̙̜̀m̸̝͒͒͐́̔̉̎́͌ͅo̸͕̙͕̭̮̟̱̠̒̆͌͗͗͆̕̕r̷̹͎̈ẻ̶͇̜̮̦͒͌̊̾ ̶̖͍̪̩̪̥̺̾̏̐̿̈s̷̡̼̲̈́ͅͅi̷̗̇̃̀͌̓̉̃͝n̶͕̐̓͆́̄.̶̧̖͈̮̲̲̺̜̦̈̄͐̎̔̆͠͝ͅ

With hasty fervor was I summoned to a home
It was thought that a young girl did roam
Away she went on her feet
Or did someone take her in a van?

The children in the street they did report
That the girl was dragged away by a man of a sort
I checked the home even under the beds
Under the covers where kids hide;
the closets too

My counterpart and I got the whole story
But our guts told us something wasn’t right
In the kitchen we quickly discussed
The rapidly changing story of the kids outside

There was something wrong
Something not right, the feeling was palpable
We double checked all places for a sleeping child
Then glanced through the back window with fright

A pool.  We became overcome with dread
The officers and mother swore they checked the pool
They said that they were sure she wasn’t in the deep
But trust nothing and look for yourself is a saying to live and work by

Chuy and I stood at the pool
The water was not nearly clear enough
For us to rule out the unthinkable
We both peered from side to side

I saw a dark spot that seemed to be a drain
At the deep end of the pool did I bend
And stared ever intently at the drain
The drain started to move, ever so slightly, with the waves

Chuy confirmed what I thought I saw
A sick pall did upon us fall
I grabbed the long net
And commenced a long haul

I felt the spot heavy on the net
While officers searched for a kidnapper
Which was accorded by the kids
The mother thought we were wasting time

As I pushed the heavy
To the shallow end of the pool
I saw her four-year-old body
“****,” I thought, bring the lieutenant

We drew straws to jump in
To fetch the poor child
To return her to her mother
I lifted her out and wrinkled she was

Too late to revive, too dead
Now how to tell the mother
So we braced her for her fall
She saw her baby stiff and wrapped

A toy floated by
As mom she hurtfully cried
We brought the EMT’s
They saw she was too far gone

Called off the troops
Squeezed the water from my pants
The officers and mother could not understand
How they missed the little tot

Our feeling, unfortunately correct
A mother’s life wrecked
It’s tough to pull a child from the water
And a toy in the pool floated innocently by

I say I hate you.
Little do you know,
I'm scared to say I love you.

I love it when she’s blue,
I love it when she’s gold,
I love it when she’s silver,
I love it when she’s cold,
I love it when she’s quiet,
I love it when she’s bold,
I love it when she’s calm,
I love it when she folds
I love her for her secrets,
I love her for her songs,
I love her for her rights,
I love her for her wrongs,
I love it when she moves me,
When she pulls me,
When she soothes me,
I love it when she’s red,
I love it when she’s gray,
I love it when she’s mine,
I love it when she strays,
I love her for her warmth,
I love her for her stare,
I love her for her depths,
I love her for her care.