You know,
We all talk about how we lose something in life.
How we feel 'depressed' suddenly,
How we talk in certain ways,
How we portray ourselves in society,
How we're having one of those 'days'
But it is just a faze.

We will go through it,
We will have to face it,
And we will choose whether to chase it,
Or pace it

So we write,
about this world,
about this place.
I write about somewhere we haven't gone.
my mind,
going into hysteria,
yet i feel euphoric.
Someday,
i won't have to wait for you,
so i write novels
to tell you,
i'm not the same person you knew.
Because i write novels in my head,
to tell you;
regardless of everything that has happened,
I've dedicated this part of my novel to you,
to say,
ILY you too.

//KZ.M

Take it.
Make it.
Inhale it...a lot.
Feel it.
Like it .
Become addicted like it doesn't rot.
Your choice,
Your own.
I should've known.

I got mislead,
Mistook the sky.
It was dark,
And no bird could fly.
I stand here and think why.
I said im only looking out for you.
But you go about your way finding someone new.

There once was a knife,
That almost took a life.
For a deed that she did,
She then hid.

Escaping the world of hate,
She was to follow fate.
But the path wasn't easy,
Certainly not easy peasy.

She saw the eyes of the dead,
With ***** of fury on her head.
Anger was far from what she was feeling,
The baleful wounds that needed healing.

But the wounds were too deep,
Even with every weep.
But it was time though,
For the show.

To face her final fate,
That was unfortunately was filled with hate.
She took one last glance at herself before taking the knife,
But this time it took a life.
her life.

A few words,
Can have a heavy impact on someone.
It can make someone feel weak to their knees,
Or weak in their heart.

A few words can change a situation,
Life or death.

It can bring back memories,
Bad or good.

Most importantly,
It can either **** you,
Or make you stronger.

Put your feet on the ground,
take a deep breath.
Now  Close  your eyes.

Feel, the rush pulsating through your veins.
Feel, the wind whipping against your skin.
Feel, the heat radiating from the sun.
Just, feel.

Now lift your feet off the ground,
release that breath.
Open  your eyes.

//KZ.M

New Territory,
Don't be sorry,
Just worry,
That you may not see,
Or feel,
Hear,
Taste,
Smell,
Because I'm near,
And I'm out to find you,
I'm addicted to a certain kind of sadness,
Silence,
But I'll admit,
I'm going to be glad when it's over,
Because then,
You're mine.

She fixed me soo good,
That I forgot that I was ever broken.

Set her free,
Let her leave.
For it is her day,
To go away.
When the sun shines bright,
And when it becomes midnight.
It her time,
To stand in the limelight.
Okay,
It may seem bad,
But its better than to make her mad.
Its better for her to lead her way,
*So let *her fade away.

We all have that one thing keeping us going,
I can't define what it is,
Who it is
Where it may be
But I know it gives me that jolt of happiness,
That encouragement,
Motivation,
To get up everyday,
To walk,
Sit
Eat
Talk...
To breathe and be thankful,
I don't know,
Im just grateful for that,
So thank you

In darkness.
He was my light.
I was never enough because I was less,
To him I was never right.
But the worst was at night.

I would cry myself to sleep,
As he never cared about me.
Every tear matched the rhythm of my terrible weep.
You see,

Its called love,
Well at first that's what I felt,
At first its was just a shove,
But then he took out his belt.

Then it was a blur.
I don't remember anymore.
All I can smell is liqueur,
Whilst I lay here,
Sick to my core.

Eh.
That's what he always felt.
Huh.
That's what he would question.
Ugh.
Showed his frustration.
Whilst he sits here with me trying to make a conversation.

I want to write a novel about silence,
The things people do not say.

The curtain opens,
a bright light shines on me,
I see an abundance of people,
who've come to see,
what i have to offer,
what i have to preach ,
becoming a young women,
i hope you are proud of me.

i take a breath,
i let it out,
its either life or death,
it is either in or out.

but this is not my story to continue,
it is yours,
life is like an interview,
you have your good sides,
but you also have your flaws.