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.

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.

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.

Hazardous thoughts begin to ponder,
And sure do they weep inside their heads,
Zealous emotions replaying over and over,
Young disciples of imagination led.

Mystic tangents burrow so blue,
Instinctually portraying so fondly,
Kinder; the masked crew.
Eerily familiar; paying their dues.

Hammering emotions to a forbidden nail,
the impact shutters the breaking wall.
Staring emotionless beyond the concrete
bricks beyond bricks of insecurity
pass the guards of reliability.
Happiness shielded with a broken heart,
damning emotions to never break apart.
And yet the wind blows along the rocky stream,
facing its own relentless demon screams.
Jaded, brashness, it begins anew
building one by one it stands,
never letting anyone through.

Carelessly stricken with a heart so yonder;
Admiration holds our heads with ponder.
Nay we live our life so young,
Doubtedly alone in a time so wrong;
Immediately we search for our one true love.

Lies are spoken with each word,
Yet we disdain information so absurd;
Neither less do we pray upon the old
Nor is there someone less to hold.

Perhaps she is the only true queen;
And her blessed heart raised two teens,
Twice the idiocracy,
Twice the bare,
Opened her arms with loving despair.
Not only is she like no other; no, for she is our mother

Low morality strung on a white checkerboard,
Waiting for social justice to rival with peace.
Each move a power play,
Throwing their own egotistical feast.
Heighten sense of vulgarity,
Dishing out with the popularity across the street.
Painless arguments grow upon the
numbness aggression;
shielding those with agony to be beat.
Over a lack of kindness,
None will ever meet