From the moment we
Met, I knew it was you who
Would repair my heart

Currently we judge,
Looking at angles to win
Just to please your own mind.

We throw insults and we fight,
We ignite fuel to our fingers
Tapping away like it's a race for popularity.

The world spins and spins,
Yet nothing really changes
Because we just keep spinning.

But it's as if we have weaved
Ourselves into a ditch of
Despairing linear paths.

As we watch, we listen, we observe
And try to become something else,
Something we're not supposed to be.

Just to let everyone know
That you watch the same things,
That you do the same things.

But then after it all we realise
As we grow older and as we mature,
We merely did nothing for ourselves.

We just followed the same road,
We followed the same destiny
And we lose ourselves in our journey.

At the end of it all we start to notice
We have taken the wrong path,
And the other roads are too far away.

So we turn into the side-roads,
Which lead to nothing but plagued floors
Broken doors and empty souls.

Mobiles have taken love out of ***,
Generations have missed out
How it feels to actually be connected.

You make love and your phone rings,
People stop to answer like your moments
Aren't precious enough with loved ones.

We eat meals at restaurants
With our families and friends,
All I see is arched necks and fiery fingers.

I wish I was in a time when we spoke
To one another about our days,
Not about a video that has gone viral.

I wish that as I grow and my children
Will walk amongst the earth I have,
It won't **** them into inevitable fates.

I don't want them to be another
White sheep hopping the same fence,
Like the rest of this miserable world.

Systems have taken individualism
Out of individuals and get labelled weird,
They give us titles like "OCD, ADHD".

I'm not either, and I don't actually have
A label to my name, yet I feel I should
I feel why shouldn't I?

After all I like to think different,
I like to think one day we will see
The clear glass in front of us.

But most of all, I truly hope one day,
We can become a better world
Instead of repetition in characters.

Five jars.
Five jars of dead flowers.  
Every one ,
a present to me,
one for each thing my mother feels guilty for.
Leaving me.
Having me.
Ignoring me.  
Forcing me to do things I don’t want to do.
Jealousy of my success.  
As each petal withers and wilts,
I can read the pain in her face.
She didn’t want me.  
I'm not sure if she even does now.
My body a stem she wants to cut from her life.
But, I grew my thorns to keep that from happening
No body wants to touch a prickly rose.  
Thats the problem,
No body wants to get close to me.  
I bleed dirt.
I’m like a punching sack full of mulch,
bulky and unnecessary.
Despite my lack of water and love,
I’m still standing tall.  
Things are getting better
The sun shines a lot more for me these days.
Now I finally know what it means to enjoy it,
as a daisy in the field
small and innocent once more.

My eyes are
blood shot.
My lips
are cracked.
I can
understand
that the fact
of me
being alone
is
really,
that bad.

I might fall asleep
tonight.
I'll dream
the time I was
in bed
with you beside me,

that

you were
there smiling,
as
I started,
crying,
knowing
I'll never get
to see you
if I stop trying,


to get
tired
and fall asleep
just to see
you beside
me.