As I ascend into the heavens
I can hear demons laugh and angels weep
At the thought that something so unholy
Could rise up into the holy kingdom
And as I grow closer, the fires of Hell trailing behind
I reach for the glowing gates
I grab ahold and make my way through
Chaos walks with me, the kingdom fills with doom
I begin my mission, for I am minion of Hell
I have breached the Lands of prosperity;
And will soon burn it to the ground
This kingdom will be mine
This I am sure of
For I will do whatever it takes
I will rip the wings from angels
Turn their halos into symbols of pain
For this is my promise
I have nothing to lose;
And all to gain
For I am already dead
Suffering is all I have to my name
This world will crumble
This world will bear my pain
For I am no one
Seeking lifelong fame
My mission is over
The Heavens now burn with my flames

I remember when I was young
Bent and broken
Seeing the world through the black void
Wishing life would cease from my body
But then I found light
Seeping through the cracks
Reminding me life is beautiful
That it's beyond the black vision portrayed onto me
I crawled into the light
Bathing in it's beauty
I am reborn as a beacon of light
I now spread this message
To all who see the world through the void
Never stop searching for light
It will forever be available to you
Never lose hope

The sound of our lips being pressed together;
Is much better, than the sound of our fists;
Bouncing off of one another;
And I think that your love;
For the sound of violence;
Is the reason, that I;
Left

A million little cuts, up and down my arms
Scars left over from an ongoing war
Will they ever go away?
I hope not
For they will always remind me of my darkest days
The darkest moments of my life
Moments I tried to remove with a small piece of steel
A piece of steel I once wished would end my life
Torn open flesh, blood flowing like a river
I wished my life to end because in the moment I was bitter
Depression riddled mind
Sadness filled heart
I believed death was a new beginning
The entrance to a fresh start
But alas I was wrong, I know this now
Yet after all that has happened
My face still bears a frown

Sitting in silence;
Wishing to be heard
But they drown me out;
And my voice cracks every time
I muster up the courage
To be loud enough;
So that I may be heard
But they don't listen
because they do not care;
For my words
Because they tell a story
Of abuse;
And how I'm ignored;
They dare not listen;
For the fear of realization;
That they were wrong;
Yet they dare not believe;
That I could be truthful;
And how my words carry a song
That just might awaken;
The child inside;
And force them to finally listen;
And realize;
That I spoke the truth
Now my voice no longer cracks
When it speaks louder
Than what has been allowed

Life paints poetry upon our flesh through scars we earned;
From the battles we survived

Each one, significant

Each one a reminder of how we thought we were weak;
And useless

Now they serve as proof of our strength;

Wear them valiantly and with pride

Show them to the world

Let them see how you survived

You swallow his words so easily;
You might as well admit defeat;
Before you become entangled within;
His lies;
And start to wonder why
You didn't leave when you had the;
chance
Now here you are;
Trapped
Inside the mind of a man;
Who could care less if you are happy;
And his only victory belonging to;
His "clever" mind;
Which so easily, lead you to believe his words were;
Genuine

Light peeks through the closed curtains and I wipe the tired from my eyes. The first thought is coffee and what to do today, as if I need to actually do anything on a Saturday.

A somber silence fills the house, it seems that I am the only one here. I welcome the thought of alone time, yet at the same time I wish someone was here.

Maybe someone who genuinely cared of the thought of waking next to me, hell, I'd even take someone who was miserable at the thought.

My body is tired from the week that ended faster than expected and my mind is exhausted from the thought of having to do it again the day after tomorrow. This working for a living thing is proving to be a chore.

These random ramblings from a tired man feel necessary and un-necessary all at the same time, yet I feel better nonetheless now that I have let them leave my thoughts.

Let's get this weekend over with, So a new one can begin.

I am not boring


          I promise there is more to me


                                                                       On the inside

I wish I could say I miss you;
And the way it felt when you were around
But I don't;
And that's okay
But what isn't okay;
Is the way I now currently;
Feel;
And I guess you could say this is my way;
Of saying that I still love you;
maybe I do;
But the you I love is the memory;
Not the person you have;
Become

Here I am again, passing through the wind like dust, without a care and without a purpose. I am happy, unconditionally happy. I hope this feeling never leaves my body, I wish to be happy for all eternity, but unfortunately all good things must come to an end. It is unfortunate indeed but if happiness never ended we would not be human, but something much greater. Our sorrow is what defines us, it’s what drives us, it’s who we are, and it is us. When sorrow comes knocking, many dread that it will never leave, that it will forever linger on the edge of their emotional plain. But it won’t, I promise, sorrow never lasts forever. It comes as it wishes and leaves just the same, but I promise you sweet child that the storm will pass, light will shine through the darkness. I do however wish that you would learn to live with the sadness when it does come knocking, open the door with open arms and embrace the pain and enjoy it’s company when it’s available because if you take it for granted you will miss it when it’s gone, forever hoping for its return, missing its lingering taste, sour and bitter while at the same time sweet, sweet beyond belief. Happiness may reign king, but sadness is a cruel and rewarding queen always leaving her mark on her subjects. Next time you experience happiness always remember this, sadness is close to follow but unlike happiness you will always remember it. You will remember how it destroyed you and rebuilt you all in the same lifetime. How it whispered sweet nothings in your ear and how it left your heart cold and desolate, and warm, and kind, and humble, and filled with all sorts of goodness. Embrace the dark cloud sweet child and do not submit to defeat, for sadness will break you down and help you rise to your feet.

There is a door in front of me

It appears to be old, yet somehow new

It wasn't here before, but I feel as though that isn't true

I reach for the handle and as I get close I begin to hear whispering

The sounds are not coming from behind it, rather they are around it

They want me to open it, to see what lies behind

I do

There is nothing, a wall of nothing, shrouded in black

The whispers stop, I am cold

The door slams shut and disappears

I am cold, very cold

I am nothing

Small embers burn ever so slightly on the edges of my heart
Hopefully someone will blow very gently upon them;
Possibly starting a never ending fire in my heart
This takes a special person;
Someone who does not give up easily
One who would want to do such a task;
And to maintain the growing fire;
Making sure it never goes out
I believe this person to be my soulmate;
The guardian of my flame
Never to leave my side;
And I will never leave theirs
I too will make sure their inner flame never goes out;
Becoming their guardian in the process
We will always be together;
Burning ever so bright;
For all of eternity

Black;
Everything is black
The sight of small lights,glimmer all around;
They are synchronized with my heartbeat
It is silent;
So very much so that I can barely hear my own;
Thoughts
I am not sure if I am alive or dead;
And time ceases to exist
I'm still, yet moving;
Maybe being carried by an unknown force
The urge to fight it eludes me;
And as the lights around me begin to fade
Everything becomes;
Black

I’ve recently started to fear;
The day where I cease to exist
No longer being able to hear the sounds of;
Laughter;
And see the faces of strangers passing by
I will become a distant memory;
And the fire that burns inside those who truly;
Cared;
I fear being forgotten;
But the thought of becoming something greater; keeps me moving;
And helps me cope with my passing;
Though I am not dead quite yet
My body will mold into the very earth I once called;
Home;
And my spirit will forever dance with those who have gone;
Before me

Sitting;
On this old bench;
Made from old wood and covered in chipping paint
Feeling the breeze;
And listening to the birds chirp as they pass by
The sun keeps my skin warm;
And there isn't a cloud in the sky
My mind, usually flooded with thoughts;
Has become calm
I feel at peace
People, both young and old, pass by;
They seem to be feeling the same way as I;
And as quickly as this venture had begun;
It was over;
When I;
Woke up

Flow free like the air that flows between our hair
Be the thing that people need;
Though they may not know it
Enter quietly upon the life of a being;
Caress their skin with such little effort
Let your presence be known, but do not disrupt
Fly high overhead
Look down over the lives that you touch everyday
The bodies that breathe you in and out;
Know that you are just as much a part of them as they are you
Flutter gracefully in their thoughts;
And lovingly in their hearts
Dance with their spirit, it may just dance with you

As leaves fall from the dying tree
A warm breeze gently;
Carries them
To wherever it desires
The leaves go effortlessly;
And a silent agreement is made
As the journey progresses
The breeze dies down;
And the leaves are carefully placed in their new home
Shortly after the leaves begin to decay;
And once again become part of the earth
Forever possessing warm feelings for the breeze;
That presented them with the opportunity;
To see the world in a different light

My mother has always been my biggest fan;
But not always my bestfriend

Constantly picking apart my flaws, at what always seemed to be the worst moment possible

Could easily identify mine, but refused to acknowledge hers;
Constantly making her upbringing her excuse and to why she is the way she is

My childhood is the reason I am who I am, but I do constantly throw it in her face

Hiding perfectly behind a wall of excuses and within a sea of trauma, my mother has become the perfect worst version of herself

She now tries to be better, but still refuses to accept any actual change

I hope she soon finds peace within herself because no one deserves to leave this world with a heavy heart

As you can see
You took everything
That was;
Me
And Turned into something entirely;
Different
A creation of your own
Forged from the fires of your hate
I am now something;
In which everyone can no longer relate to;
Thank you

One day you left, without any intention of returning

Leaving me to become the man of the house at the old age of seven

You gave me much more than just a new responsibility, you gave me your characteristics as well

You helped make me cold and uncaring, unable to see anything besides my hurt for so long

I was slowly becoming the man you are and I became the person I didn't want to be

I have made the same mistakes you have and they fill my heart with guilt everyday

I have become better over time, but the person you made me still lives inside, and claws to get out;

And I fear that in time, he will get out, and I will grow into you

So thank you for leaving and filling my soul with the essence of you

The air has become cold and brittle once more

And the snow follows close behind

As I prepare for the change in the weather

I can feel my seasonal shadow approaching

And with it, the reminders of the past

Linger ever so closely

But I am not the same person my shadow visited the year before

Will it even be able to recognize me?

I hope not

Why do I always pick the people

Who appear to be save havens

But are really just;

Broken homes?

We live in the past because we cannot see the future

We dwell on every mistake, failure, and heartbreak;
Because we that's what is familiar to us

The idea of realizing how much we've changed is unfathomable to us;
Simply because we don't believe in ourselves

We are great and we are worthy of every good thing that has happened and will happen

Choose not to dwell in the past;
And learn to dream in the future

Understand how capable you are

Become the you I know you can be

Brand new thoughts emerge;
As I take a step away from;
Myself
And peer into my world;
Through a new set of eyes
I no longer just see my flaws;
I come up with ideas to change them
Everything around me seems brighter;
And I no longer crave the same bitter taste;
That I have been for so long
For so long I have convinced myself that I am;
Changing;
Without actually doing anything to be different
I hope that I will be better;
No;
I will be better;
And I will fight to be someone I can look up to
Someone who others can look up to;
And be inspired to be better themselves
I do this knowing that I don't have to;
But that I need to

I tear down the walls;
That I have worked so hard to build
Just so you will see;
The part of me no one cares for
When the walls come down;
It seems everyone wishes for me;
To put them back up

I dance in the darkness

Sipping on star shine

With hopes of becoming the

Light

The eagerness to write is slowly fading
Ideas dry up as the days pass
My hands,once tools for the manifestation of imagination, have began to forget their purpose.
As the title of creator slowly moves further from my reach;
A deep depression overcomes me
The realization that all that I stand for is becoming a myth
The will to live has eluded me
Unable to find a purpose in this world, nor can I see one being possible
As the grass grows and the sun shines, I begin to fade from memory
Sinking slowly into turmoil and despair, I envy all able to float
I hope one day soon I am able to rise above

The sound of shallow wind whispers into my ears
The smell of fresh air comforts my;
Senses;
And alleviates the stress of unwanted;
Thoughts
The skin on my palms is damp;
So much that the skin feels new
The soles of my feet begin to ache;
For I have been walking for some time now
The sun is starting to fade;
And the moons glow quickly replaces the orange aura from the sun's;
Passing;

To look into ones eyes; is the way to see how they view the world
To look into ones soul; Is the way to see how they view themselves
To look into ones mind; Is the way to see how they see the future

We are all just paper people

Patiently waiting for the wind

To carry us away

To places we've only dreamed of

We are fragile in nature

But our strength within keeps us hopeful

As we wait for the day

Where we find a place to call home

Lost within;
The sounds and vibrations
That dance all around me

Controlled chaos begins to unfold;
As my body gives in;
To the temptations;
That swarm my presence

Sweat drips;
And my body shines in the moonlight;
As I dance into the dawn

Do you remember

When we were young

And the future was still a sweet sensation

Within our minds

When did it all

Become so bitter?

Mothers Day is in the past
Fathers Day in the near future
Although a future with my father;
Was never something I could celebrate
Left early so I couldn't relate;
To your ****** qualities
But little did you know;
It was you who I turned out to be...

The words you left on my skin;
Sting
And reading them makes me;
Nauseous
I would do anything to remove them;
But the idea of me being better than them gives me;
Hope
I refuse to drown in the body you used to;
Own