Sometimes
We all have a time
Where we wish to
Be alone
Separated from the bunch
Cutting down on portion size
Of social time
Not sorrowful in heart
Nor empty in soul
Days just come where
We wish to be

alone.

If only I knew
How bad things would get
Then I'd appreciate
Every second of my past

Just because I cannot
Doesn't mean I should not

A son of the sun
Never knew how to have fun
The only thing he ever did under the sun?
Run.
Away from what?
Circumstances in which he was living
Cat and mouse game, incredibly driven
By a desire to be happy
No matter if it meant
An absence of ambrosia

Drifting through space
Falling down
Into oblivion
At the end of the road
I feel no fear
For I have taken the pain of others
Stapled onto me, I feel no regret
For the lives of many
Were aided by the few, one
A single reduced to zero
The others were spared, I was always ready

A cake
Such a beautiful sight
A country
Such a difficult fright
With a cake
You can remove decorations
Adjust the presentation
An electrical sense of elation!
Yet, when the batter spoils
No one will swing
With the confections you bring
For it is not the frosting
Not the sprinkles
Candles, trinkets, icing
The problem lies in the depths
Of a rotten core
A foundation, soiled
Coiled around its heart
Protected, but long rejected

Wake up
Get out of your chamber
That makes you lamer
Cook mediocre breakfast
[Burnt]
Like every time
Get in the shower
Clean every inch
[You burnt the toast]
Brush the bones
Out of your skin
Pain that's akin
To a lengthy equation
[Can't believe it]
Get on the bus
Travel down the lane
Toward work met with disdain
[You burnt it like always]
I burnt it
Down to embers
Maybe home is where I'll go
This isn't my stop
[Your collar's out of line]
[You'll soon run out of time]
[Already half-way]
[Down the throne]
The bed is where I belong
[Sorry boss, I'm ill]
Work will be done
Just without me.

The greatest ideas
In the hands of devils
The best intentions
Coated in spikes
An idea of a better life
Broken by execution
Everyone wants a better time
But the clock was never ours

Feasibility
Brings out passivity
Passed the threshold of care
Hold on to this thought
For it's all that we got.

We've all got a job
Yet we always feel robbed
Satisfaction never stays until the end of days
One man can have the will of thousands
Only two hands to push the weight of the world
Needs no compass, creating an atlas
Life in their own hands, what divides them from a fascist?
Proverbial attacks for being an architect
How can one ant carry an apple?
How can one man conquer their criteria?
All dreams end, yet the meaning persists
Waking up, getting out
But for who? You? Them? Me?
The truth is often what we never want it to be
How can one cure division when the conversation is slipping?
Running out of solutions
So they answer with silence
...

Words are forgotten
Actions are remembered
Hence why the most change
Comes after disaster

Cracked foundations, damage
Celebrate, imperfection
Beautiful ruin
Guidance for the guilty
Illness instantly improved
Never sick, always maintained
Secure but unsure
What if, I offered a cure?

Children cling
To the white flowers
Held with bruised hands
Stained by reality
Drenched in naivety
Always happy, always perfect
Living sweet lies
Now they grow up
And expect it for life
Until they look back down
Onto their whitest flowers
Turned a mosaic
Blues, yellows, reds, greens
Sadness, joy, rage, nourishment
All in one

Why give life?
Humans breed all destruction
Drift through space
Make even more
Increase
Population bursting out
Some are nice
Most are aggravating
Why give life?
Want a child?
There's plenty of them
Wishing for a home
Three meals given through love
Not systematic necessity
Why stop with people?
There's so much that already exists
Let's all stop
Why give life?

Philosophy is antiquity
But much like the past
We must remember it well.

Empathy
In an apathetic world
Covered up with a shirt
Stitched together with pandemonium

Death of life
Death of nature
Death of standards
Deaf to the world's cry
If no one cares
Why should I?

Share the pain today
After the anguish dies out
All becomes valued

The pieces
Change shape and size
One enters while the other says goodbye
Bursting with color
Then it bursts out of the window
No one can put together the picture
Is it of you? Of who you were?
Is it a static memory?
Or a vibrant compliment?
The colors and size change
You always change for others
But I always see you in them
Smiling

I feel like a fool
Magicians make me drool
The priestess, so pristine
Caught in the embrace of an empress
What of an emperor without an empire?
Empirical affairs, embracing tradition
Hierophant to the lovers
Carried by a chariot
Silent strength of a hermit
Bending minds to spin the wheel of fortune
Bring forth justice to the hanged man
End of an old age, born anew
Death is a chance meeting with temperance
Strung by the devil in his tower
High atop, hoping to reach the stars
As the moon elicits peace, the sun burns him out
Judged for the world to see
Now, my life is exhausted

Calm at the core
Vibrations at the shell
Impatience has a purpose
Patience is a virtue
But it rewards the long-term
For those with no privilege
They will chase the immediate
Ardent and foolish
One will receive
One will delay
Which is the right choice?
Is it the one still here today?

No matter the delusion
There will be those who

Die for it
Sacrifice for it
Hope for it

We all have delusions
Some are aware of them
Others never correct them
Above all else:
The ancient art of trickery
Ceases to end, bitter, like chicory

Shoplifting the dreams
Of a nation cursed to sleep
Never to awaken
Once aware
Prepared to be cut out
A voice behind a broken megaphone
Waiting for a patient view
While the intellect sails across the sea.

We comprehend you're here to assist
But the risk
Foreign boy on familiar land
Such a combo doesn't bode well
Your presence does not outweigh the value of our lives
Apologizes
Hear us well:
Leave before the hounds sniff you out
Unless you'd prefer
A body left in a blood drought.

As the seasons' change
So too do circumstances
Joyous, full of vigor
Bursting with vim
Next:
Asking for no more days
Especially today
Next:
What once died is given new life
Where does time go when our soul remains sole?
Next:
Fatigue, across the tri-state
World in a dry state, routine or temporary?
As the seasons' change
So too do circumstances
One day we dance
The next we change our stance
For life is more than a first glance

A storm
That is what sorrow is
Momentary sadness
That too will pass
A pestilence
That is what depression is
A permanent purgatory
That will stay
But this too shall pass
Both depend
On acknowledging it exists

Housing the deranged
Protecting the estranged
Isn't it quite strange
That we treat the broken
But never prevent the downfall?
Sanity runs away
For the ones who live in dismay

Apologizing for the truth
Agonizing over what is real
Antagonizing all but the few

How can I save myself
When the world lacks a solution?
Buried my mind
To not stick out, protrusion
Heads craned down
Eyes pasted to the floor
The walls
Anything with no mind
After living with mine
Others must be unkind, right?
Objectivized
With no script to supervise
Today and tomorrow remain unrealized
One day I will not see the sky
How long can a man wear a disguise
Under the guise of nothing wrong
But today, I admit these thoughts will not be gone
I've gone desensitized, self-victimized
My torment is standardized
Desire to be revised yet all I get is chastised
For all the plans I devised
Imply a lack of being alive
What's the rise? Isn't life defined by compromise?
So shut up, sit down, let me emphasize
I've wanted to die for so long
Life is no longer what I once realized

Familiar feelings
Disappointment
It used to be reserved
For the faults of others
Now, it is my own
Worthless slumber
Feeling enmeshed
Never refreshed
Maybe one day will be a dream
As I wake from this nightmare
I lay my heart bear
Where have you gone?
Scaring me, everything is choking me
Rare for me to stare
Until life gets unfair
No words, no more anywhere
All the time, all my care
Put into thinking of 100 ways
To say I love you
Because you are you
For today, despair can go elsewhere

Show off your skills
Discover a true talent
So that when you do
Slick salesmen can make it monetary
Is this purgatory?
Talent with no passion leads to a miscarry
Scary, living life one day at a time
Because when the years go by
Your passion will fly
Not soaring high, just coasting by.

Before violence
Before there was silence
All I know is we deserve it all
One straight road
No going home
Scared of hell?
We laid the bricks for the road
Now all we think about is going home
Atonement comes, but we are still alone
Tranquil with a tranquilizer
I am not sure if we are coming home
Now our tears are the most apropos

Your riches
Hide your riches
All your claims
A facade of the real thing
You say my smile is bright
While you choke my joy
You tell me what to sing
I tell you nothing
It all looks nice
When you see it from one side
One dream, one nightmare
Too fast and too slow
A duality multiplied by a voice so cold

In my dreams
I remembered a bouncy castle
A place of infinite fun
Even the most solemn faces
Lit up with smiles, euphoria
Not a single care, free of dysphoria
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I drove to that place again
I opened the doors to my past
Ready to relive the bygone days
Now, I am here
Something feels wrong
Like I stumbled into a place
Never meant for me
The retreaded ground had never felt so foreign
Same colors, bright, energetic
Looking at my reflection, synthetic, how poetic
No longer magnetic, I feel pathetic
Lesson learned: Opposites attract no more
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Was it always like this?
Have I always been like this?
The same space, untouched by time
But, I wasn't.
Rushing past the years
Memories dimmer and blur
I can't let go.
Let me go back to the time I prefer
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Rushing back to the party room
All to be seen, remnants of the celebration
I realized today:
I will be forever dismayed.

Letters, punctuation, capitalization
It all means something to someone
But to me
It's just the norm
What it is to be expected
Expect no change, galore
No matter how much you say it matters
Matter can only matter
If the matter matters
Back to the daily norm
Now we'll forget this ever happened
And pretend we are built for something more

Two sides
Seeking a way
To save themselves
In a world
With borrowed time

My eyes, they grow
Weak and weary
Waking up and feeling teary
Look around, I see tyranny
So look to me, I have a theory:
In this corner of space
With no distance nor pace
I have no place where I will amount
A discount version of every human to come out
2 for 1, another sequel
Who will live to see my dismount?
I have no mission aided by superstition.

A tree sheds skin
Loses branches
Peels with the sun
Falling with the leaves
Yet it is still the same
Flaws and benefits
Until it is chopped down
Then everyone complains
About a tree they never cared for
Until it was gone

When everything is a war
Does it lose the meaning of actions?
Satisfaction at the cost of reaction
Bleak and tragic
Our history comes with no magic
For we will always make factions
The cost of our freedom
Is that we **** and delete them
The other, the bother, the estranged brother
You're not fighting to be free
You'd be free if you were able to disagree

Rage, anger
Compulsion to yell
To scream at the sun
Drowning serene ambiance
With vibrating violence
Held under lock and key, so long
So many thoughts cloud my perception
Deep breaths cannot cure the sickness
So today, I yell
Tomorrow, it continues
For the future, more
For the past was a bore
But now that I am
I wish that I was not

Beautiful carnage is anomalous
Yet, we all live in it
Day by day

If I let these words
Solely define me
All I will ever be is a thesaurus
On the stage of history
No victory, only purgatory
I see the truth but my eyes are blind
If I look for a grander truth inside
All I find is a bitter taste, sorrow on all sides

Mind made out of the horizon
Both sides harmonize
Always agree to decide
Act like a bipartisan
Yet the fact engraved into my cries:
I'm a falsified artisan
Torn up on both sides!

In the beginning
Darkness hovered over the waters
There was light
Good and separated from the darkness
Signs, to mark days and years
It was good
Mankind, sullied it all

A wonderful wonderland
Colossal depth
A center of wonders
When we learn how they work
The magic is drained.

All I ever wanted was to be me
As I get older, the past gets foggy
Who I was and who I will be
Intertwine into a twisted philosophy
What am I?
When will I be me?
The world offers answers
But only in extremes
Staring deep into the dark
Sanity on a string
Always asking what I will bring
The bell always rings
Never brings peace
I would say I have a future
But who will I be?

Stuck at home
Or is it one?
What constitutes a home?
A place you miss
Once you leave its view?
How about a goal
Longingly pursued?
Safehaven praised
After hectic days?
If Earth is our home
Why aren't we satisfied?
Moving around
From birth till we die
Existential coast of moving
Forward without looking back
Downright attack
A place to develop?
Where you go when your eyes swell up?
Hard to find
When the mind is enveloped
True home is in the heart
How can you say that for certain?
Do you know your heart?
Does anyone know anything?
Sitting around waiting for offspring
Good thing all these thoughts
Conclude in the spring.

Treated like a goddess
Slaughtered like cattle
Was she ever enough?
No one will know
Until it's too late
But of course
She had to jump out
Protecting someone else
Till her oxygen ceased
Yet why...
Did the goddess choose me?

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Skyline's colors
Constantly changing
Blue and grey
Orange and red
Yet it is still the same
But I wonder if when
Things fall down
The sky is weeping
Or just maybe
It is sharing something
To help somebody