Life, a fruit consumed, it gives, it takes;
the cost has always been the same:
Everything.

It is beautiful, in its unfairness, in its strangeness,
In its unforgiveness, in its colours.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Then honestly look, life can be anything
Also, absolutely nothing.

Life, a fruit grown, given, taken, eaten.

Thank you, sincerely, thank you.
For the gift of time that I treasure,
a legacy without measure, it may not seem much at first thought.
However, the gift of time;
cannot ever be valued enough.
It is a treasure of trust
one would say it is a must.
Time of all gifts cannot be taken back;
when given it is merely given.
Therefore, your time; your effort;
your dearest days and years.
I adore them the most.
I love every second the most.

Sincerely, thank you, for your time.

Coffee, to be able to wake up
Pills so I can sleep
Cigarettes for the brutal anxiety
Alcohol for “fun”.

No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
These things are but *******.

Our mouth a telephone
Our view of the world moving pictures
Our reason a radio  
Our mother, our father a CPU.

No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
These things are but *******.

Though…

I’ll bleed
I’ll sweat
I’ll cry.

These things are but *******.

I’ll bleed
I’ll sweat
I’ll cry.

These things are but *******
The whole world is but coke.

Capital,
Attire,
Art,
Pride.

These things are but coke
I love you so
I love you so.

Morning coffee—
You are what you wear when you are alone.

#Braveryisbreakingalifelonghabit

Utterly defeated;
the glass has lost every ounce of grained filled sand.
The questions remain, the answer the same—
A mere loss is but a lesson to learn.
As pieces are puzzled together,
the nakedness isn’t too bad,
for what once was bitterness repeated;
is now freedom an experience noted and heard.

Are you it, who kept, keeps calling wolf?

Wildly, blindly, a blind child may be
Who am I to say, who am I to blame

Are you it, who kept, keeps, calling wolf?

Throw the first rock; you’re stuck up
Glass castles tend to fall to pieces easier

Who are we together, we kept, we keep calling wolf.

Disagree, belief; your naked clothing
It is a piece of the puzzle, which is growing

Could it complicate me less, could it compliment me less?
As the pieces fall the heart calls

Animals, animals who keep calling wolf.

Are you everything you say, everything you do?
You’re missing out on a detail— you are you.
The thoughts; the desire; the faults; the fire
Is this you, you are you.

Are you everything you say, everything you do?
You’re missing out on a piece—you are you.
The thoughts; the desire; the faults; the fire
It this you, you are just you.

Kept, keeps calling wolf
Wolf,
Wolf,
Wolf,
Wolf.

The board is prepared,
chess piece by chess piece
lives regarded moreover disregarded.

It is a battle;
          it is a war,
                    fates against fates.

They clash, they soar, they roar.

Sheep and lion,
                    prey, predator,
                               is this all?
Not that it has to be, a chess piece
does not have to be merely a pawn.

Move your queen, move your king— your heart and soul.