Peter Pan once took me home
To Neverland
I met everyone
From Captain Hook and Mr. Smee
To Tiger Lily and Tinkerbell
For as long as I could
I stayed with the Lost Boys
But I soon had enough
Of the homesickness
Swelling within
So I left Neverland
But once I returned
I saw that the home I had
Was gone
And the world I knew
Was hidden deep in smog
And metal
"Time passes quick on Neverland,"
Peter told me
"Home is gone,"
Then we flew back to Neverland
Where children came
But never left
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
Born in the past
But living in the now
And will continue to the future
Made a deal with the devil
But a soul isn't the only price
A tooth for a tooth
A lifetime for a lifetime
To see forever
One must also see
Things once loved
Shrivel and die
Not invincible
Only immortal
Is it really worth
Seeing loved ones
Grow old and pass
While you stay forever young
And helpless?
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
We say we are original
That no one person is alike
Yet how can we say this
When people obsess over celebrities
Or everyone wants to be
A part of a trend
From dances to poses
Originality is craved
Yet never truly made
Songs hold the same meaning
Words have the same impact
People think the same ways
So when one person
Thinks outside of the box
Society ridicules
And denies this person
The right to originality
We say it was already done
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
Onyx wings and silky feathers
Sadly beautiful and mesmerizingly furious
A broken soul and a shattered heart to pair
Scarred, pale skin appears translucent
A face that is beautifully depressing
Once upon a time
They walked among the stars
Now they are forced to walk amongst humans
The devil showed pity
For he was God's favorite and an angel once long ago
One wrong choice
Now he rules below
So angels become demons
Because they were once loved
But wanted more
So Lucifer showed mercy
Now they have their beauty again
Now they are angels with a dark side
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
Consider this
We tell ourselves to live in the moment
But we are afraid of change
We tell others to follow their dreams
But snicker and tease when they do
We promise to do good tomorrow
But never think about it
Unless we receive as well
We set standards of normalcy
But tell others to be different
Or be unique
And outcast them
When they become too unique
We are scared of changed
Or of being different
We are scared of stereotypes
And labels
But never do anything to change them
Consider this
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
On one hand,
You're seeping in
To the most delicate
And untouched parts of my soul,
On the other,
My organs inside
Are like dry rough bark
Anyone who comes near
Is sent away with scratches on their heart,
I want to feel my whole insides become wet,
capable of unconditional love,
But I fear myself.
Many men have tried
to roll like sweet honey into my heart
Once my drunkeness has worn off
Or the initial thrill has dimmed
I scrape them off like a bug from my shoe.
When you look at me it is different,
When you look,
I can feel you seeing inside my soul in a way I can't hide,
Still I try.
I have no abandonment issues,
Or low self esteem,
I am just truly and simply a bird
When I see a cage
I become concerned.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
With night sky
there is usually
a moon there.
Usually.
But not always.
A pale surface
beaten into—
An expression,
as if saying,
"I am tired.
I have seen too much."
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
When my existence ends,
Do not hold me to earth.
Bury me within the stars;
Return me to which I came from.
Let me shake hands with those
who watch over the night
and dance to a song
Unheard by the living ear.
Here I will find my soul.
Here I will join immortals.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
A flame is the lonely rage, hidden in the heart of desire. It burns for love and compassion, yet is stoked by the poker of hate,
Corruption is a dragon, greedy and terrifying.
Books are knowledge, inviting and comforting, but filled with the heavy truths of the world.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
Drawing images using some words
Telling some stories that are unheard
Stealing the moment, freezing the time
Killing the beast that vultures the mind
Spilling blood, the pen is our knife
Collecting traces from this mysterious life
Connecting dots to create a line
Polishing stones to make it shine
Our words are riddles, a must to decode
Giving multiple key for them to unload
The meaning of some could make readers insane
If wrongly unlock it will conquer their brain
We are a shape-shifter just like the cloud
Painting angels and demons to enlighten the crowd
Hoping they’ll listen to our joy and our pain
Wishing they’ll get the lesson of our every rain
11/03/2015
Mysterious Aries
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC