I want to be nobody
Never given any attention
I want to be somebody
Ever embrace of applause
I should to know anybody
Grasp the knowledge of unknown
Hence, I should use to be everybody.

To make myself into someone...

Someone who is nobody,
Ever invisible
Someone who is somebody
Never expired
Someone who knows anybody
Ever compassionate
Someone who uses to be everybody
Never granted, never ashamed.

If Love is sacrificing all I have had,
I will embrace hatred
For you are my favorite part.

If Love will set us boundaries,
I'll call out an all-out-war
For you are worth dying for.

If Love moves in mysterious ways
Which will make our fate intertwined
Which will make our destiny falls apart
I'll be a thief to steal the pen.

If Love will make us suffer
Which these invisible chains have our bare feet
Which will ruin our veins
Then, let us together be at peace.

Might in another world,
Hatred is our wings
Revenge is an art
Mysteries are the music of the harp
And suffering is heaven.

If we can't meet on our way
I'll surrender myself on fire
Nothingness I had
Dumbness I felt
Weakness I got
Only even a second of your touch
Then, Love let define us.

name: grace
age: seventeen
grade: high school junior
social security number: 6- wait

when you first meet someone,
they'll ask tons of questions.
but what's too personal
you'll have to decide for yourself.

what will I own up to?
a lot.
I give the straight out truth.
staying private isn't a concern of mine.
what's one of my truths?
I've been on medication-
a lot of it.

Zoloft, Prozac, Xanax...
you name it.
depression wasn't a choice
but I chose to get help
and for me that meant medicine.
am I dependent on it?
I fear so

I lost my dad before he died.
drugs are a scary thing.
my mom didn't want to see me taken away
so we left before I could remember.
do I know what really happened?
barely.
he died when I was six.
when I uncovered a sliver of the reality
I made that promise.
I'll never do drugs

I'm in control of my life.
chemicals aren't going to affect how I act.
except they do.
every day.
I can't get through my day without them.
I learned what happens when I do.

the dizziness
nauseousness
headache
horrifying nightmares
did someone just call me or am i hallucinating?
why is my foot tingling
reality of not having it one day.

it's called withdrawal.
I get it from missing a dose.
some get it when they can't find-- whatever they want.
is this going to be my life?
constant medication or I'm back to depression?
who am I without those prescriptions?
I can't remember- it's been three years.

why do I need this to function?
am I dependent?
I'm just the same as the rest of them
maybe I am doing drugs.

The clichè story between the wilds
Starts with a sly fox secretly tracks
And a prey who pursues for the bees
With the honey is surely sweet
Not in a den dark and deep

The prey remarked its bad days
In a howl of a bird during cloudy eve
The bees are chasing the east behind the tree tops
Birds' eye view, wide and clear,
To shut the morning breeze and his beak

The fox clever yet numb
Watches the prey, dare not to move, for her hungry *****
She sniffed (the idea of) the perfume of its wing,
Hugged and kissed its feet, staring directly
Gives her shadow to dance and her physique charm to still

The line ended without a start like any gambling roullette
Whatever the defeat must be accepted
May one's soul laid its tongue to ground
May the fox turned its head back
For the approaching hunter
--- yearning for her meat and fur.



I wish I may?

Axiom does not lie upon the
plush bed of the words I've said.
It doesn't flourish under influence of the
flowery texts I've written.
Axiom does not fully exist behind the
actions I've deliberately displayed.

It is ingrained within the subtle folds,
inexplicable nuances
and playful innuendos.
It is present in the lull you find in between
fleeting memories and faltering heartbeats.
It is scored into the unlyricised songs,
sung when our breaths do meet.
It's in the unplanned gazes that
stray into nothingness
only to be caught by yours.
It's evident in the void... The silence we've shared
without ever feeling awkward.

Axiom...
Is the fall that you had anticipated
only after having taken the leap.
It's that feeling of not knowing where the bottom is
but yet still certain that you are safe.

Axiom is...
My unseen heart as it beats hard
for none other than you.