Clutching onto the wings of life,
His grasp is surely in the reach,
Reminding thus far his strife;
And breathing in retrid peace.
An arrow shot through the heart,
Holding his hand in silent unity,
Crying out the pain, what a lie;
he no longer breathes immunity.
Authors wail in distant slain,
Committing his act as a sin,
Though they don't know his hardships;
As the sky's breathe rain.
A transgression befell upon thee,
And the wicked tears flow,
Understanding his mindset;
So now they know.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 9:40 AM UTC
Rusted, desolated, broken dreams.
Torn down, built up, sold as new.
Forgotten memories, stolen ideas,
That is where I hail from.
Sky blue eyes curving simplicity,
I reign from the ashes of the hollow.
Black, blue, yellow, and green
the fruits show peace beyond negativity.
Sitting on an open porch,
Smiling like no other,
listening to the tales of the tales,
that come from my father.
Apricot trees, Fixated houses;
down the street is torn up and beat,
where my friends lived vouches,
is where I would come up to meet.
Current animations hold a shotgun,
shooting at the first sight seen at the end of the street,
sadly is where my life belongs;
And where my dreams rely.
My life flashes before my eyes
As my two childhoods collide.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 9:37 AM UTC
Clouds fill the night sky, hiding those that shine.
Silence echoes through the waves of infidelity;
allowing those to speak with low humanity.
Cars blare with retched tunes, only to avoid their doom.
Hiring signs verbally passed around,
gossip in surround sound.
Hope etched into a million dreams,
taking part in the crescent screens.
Dancing upon dancing into twirling
headache booze-filled gleam.
Guessing games and endless fright,
clouds filling the moonlit night.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 10:30 PM UTC
I dreamt about you again.
They gave you back just to ****** you up.
And it pains me to see the twinkle in your eye,
Unknowing if this is the last goodbye.
I dreamt of you tonight.
The thoughts just kept replaying in my mind.
Do you even remember my name?
We tried our best, my mother and I.
I dreamt of you in general.
And although we paid thousands of thousands
We’re in debt forever and ever,
Just to see you never.
I dreamt of you at ease.
I can’t keep up the silence anymore.
Thinking of you unsheltered and alone.
The pain still hurts me.
I dream of you always.
Hoping we cross paths another day,
And our guilt will just go away.
But until then,
I will forever dream of you.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 8:00 PM UTC
Caught in a trapezoid of emotions;
Distancing their commodities to serve manly duty.
Time is of the essence, evolution participating.
Feelings ditched with a standard glock;
Rays of sunshine succeeding,
Composing the lack of empathy.
Young as a stack of cash,
Drawn out as an empty ATM.
Apologies aren’t accepted, nor tolerated
Whacked upon belief,
We are soon found beneath the reef.
Besmirched by peers,
Ostracized.
We live as we live; die as we die.
We fight as we fight;
And we lie when we lie.
Crimes often exposed with loyal servitude,
Preaching the terrified beyond their years,
Crying their hearts out they ache,
Searching for their lonely little tear.
We aren’t the gratification you seek.
We aren’t the heartache you need.
We aren’t the thrill of the century.
Our lines are slick as they are easy.
Resist if you must; defend you will.
Once on our hit list you’ll surely be killed.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 7:57 PM UTC
Despondency reeks on the mind so blue,
Plaguing the thoughts to a halt
and breaking the spirit divine.
Gestures haunt their living soul,
Constantly relapsing in moment’s time.
Heartbreaking desires sketch their weight
Onto a limitless sheet of paper,
writing those empty lines and
drawing their twisted fate.
Finding their purpose is the key to life,
yet the door remains purposely closed.
And we wonder why they soon cry in pain
simply put nothing will ever be the same.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC
Immediately we stand trial; clasping hands in thought,
Mending our realities and shaping our perception.
Intensity pleads against the harbor while throwing overboard the scripture
Sounds, density, volume
Surrounds our very unknown life.
Yet we praise upon the fiend, and refuse to hold onto our mind.
Onslaught is our very friend, for it is our mortal enemy.
Understand the briefings we not, and yet we appear happy.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC
Titles itch the aching belch,
screaming at the wrists to abide.
Yet no sentence is written,
only a ponder of the mind.
Etched surfaces breathe sentiment,
and kindness stares on through;
the harsh reality begins to set in
as the words drivel in time.
Hours pass admitting defeat,
Hands plead against the weight,
as the heart begins to ache.
The relaxation settles on,
Realizing no pages have turned,
Maybe the words have no life,
After all, everything is scorned.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
It's quite sad to think
That humans put themselves in their positions.
Relying on jobs when nature is dying,
Cutting down the trees that protect our oxygen
Creating money when currency is the root of the trees.
We settle for less by saving for more,
And when it never comes we cry with greed
And malice towards the other ***
The other race,
The other globe.
We grow hateful towards those who disagree with us,
signing away our lives through a verbal contact.
We eat those who give us supplements,
We eat those who give us nourishments,
We eat those who bring up guidance.
And we beat the lives growing within us.
Life is given through the miracle of conception,
Then we have to pay for our birth, our life, our fees, our deeds.
We were not destined to be free.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
Everlasting inflicting pain
Tears open the wounds and scars
And overshadows all victories.
Heads pounding with malice and thrash
Yearning for love and existence
And all received is judgment with hate.
Kindred spirits broken in thrice;
Splitting personalities by the daylight.
Failing is inevitable when happy
Although the marks the skin bare
Witness to the suffering.
Gashing the thoughts into a blade
Hoping for revival of somewhat
Even though its gone intentionally.
Recognition is accepted and beloved
Until it turns violent with despondents.
Tear the pages apart and start anew
But the story will remain the same.
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 2:30 AM UTC