Set up my goals to change my living.
Reaching to the stars to get me on my feet.
Never ever reach the end of my bidding.
Try to only go outside when I'm neat.

Don't give up fighting, don't ever get tired.
I'll never stop once I began.
But your energy does expire.
I never will be better than I am.

Depression is not an illness, not a disease as catched by the flu.
It's a curse that haunts people like me and you.

Depression does not rest, it makes me feel like I do.
Never have the power to do something new.

Simple things are hard, no matter how much you tried or knew.
I have to allow myself again and fix the darkness that grew.

I will never be perfect, but neither are you.
Perfect imperfection, only that is true.

I like who I am, I like what I want to try too.
After all this time I asked myself, what am I, and who?

Set up the stars for my own perfect night.
Reach out the skies in this beautiful evening.
Grow until you grow within your own light.
Be happy who you are, grow, love, hate and sing.

It's okay to rest, you don't always have to fight.
It's not a shame to walk around with such a blurry sight.
If I don't reach it, that means it's an impossible height.
I like me, and you like you, with all our might.

Don't let your life overcome by fright.
Don't ever let the darkness in your night.
Enjoy your life, in every single light.
That is true, perfect imperfection is always right.

Every time he coughs my heart skips a beat.
Every time he's silent my worries gain more heat.

Every time he sneezes time stands still.
Every time he cries my spine remains to rill.

Every time he falls my courage drops an inch.
Every time he's sick my mind starts to flinch.

Don't take my baby from me please.
Every time he licks his fur, my heart can rest at ease.

Captured in an empty forrest.
My mind has left me today.
Ran away on it's own, alone.
He has fled me, when the sky got grey.

My body, alone soulles.
Never to be found, here in the ground.
But he's off to a better place, my mind.
And I have gotten used to it, the sound.

It's the noise of madness that keeps pesting me.
Silence is lonely, but can ease me at times.
My mind now in a lush pink cloud.
While my body is stuck with self influenced mimes.

But when he got back, my mind.
He was in for quite a shock.
He would never have expected.
Chaos, disaster, as timed by a ticking clock.

Being back to reality as if awaking from a dream.
But the dream not ending but becoming a nightmare.
And your life is filled with monsters.
The judgement, the dissapointment, the deadstare.

As if everybody can live your life better than you.
Yet they still prefere to live their own lives.
And my mind being numb, not knowing were to start.
While others are still on a pink cloud, thinking of their strives.

If there was a better way to live my life.
Don't you think, I'd live it that way?
I'm not as masochistic as I seem, you know.
I do not prefere things this grey.

I know what I'm doing, and know much is wrong.
But many of the thing I do, the things I've done.
Where only when I got pushed against a wall.
Or do you think I did it all for fun?

Captured in an empty forrest.
My mind will leave me tomorrow
Run away on it's own, alone.
Leave me again with my own sorrow.

How can you see the sun if you shade your eyes with precaution.
How can you wear the world with sunblock on your skin...
How can you rest when you move with exhaustion.
How can you ever end your life which you didn't even begin.

How can you feel a breeze when you stay inside.
Or play with snow on a winter's day.
How can you ever see the worlds collide,
If no one ever has something to say.

How can you see yourself in the mirror, if you refuse to look.
How can you like others when so full of hate.
How do you wish to remain secret, but talk like an open book.
How could you possibly blame the world of your fate?

How can you squish a leaf fallen from the sky.
Broken and sad, scattered on the ground.
Autumns tears who remain to fly,
And slightly turn on a humming sound.

How will you ever die,
if you refuse to even live?

Have I ever lived if I say
I've never felt this way?
Have I been thinking to real
Denying all I'm starting to feel?

Have I been too sceptical
To experience the end of all?
Have I been stupid
The things I rid?

I'm loving for the first time
After so many times I tried?
Did I never care a dime.
Had I such a blurry sight?

Or maybe I've never felt this
Because it hurts a lot
It's a feeling I won't miss
A feeling I haven't been brought.

To fall for someone who
Makes it complicated
Because he is in love with two
and you're the one who's overrated.

To fall for someone you'd die for
And he would die for you
However there's someone more
who'd die for him too.

As in a chess game I have lost
However, I keep my fingers crossed.

Today a most peculiar day.
All was in an orderly way.
Every kid was sorted in a row.
All was neat and tidied with a bow.

And when was asked to write down our name.
All pens moved inmedeatly the same.
There were names in purple, pink, red and blue,
But my pitch black ink pen just didn't do.

Everybody looks at me and frowns.
I felt an idiot, and they all looked like clowns.
The worst part was the unwanted pity.
As if I've been through the worst in this city.

For my ink wrote words as black as my soul.
The words to never be read at all.
My name as dark as a beetle eye.
For I still don't know,... Who am I?

But every word I wrote down on my sheet.
And every time my name was written so neat.
My pen would lose it's ink more and more.
And the darkness would seize, dry and sore.

And that is how my inner colour shone.
As every letter left my comfort zone.
My silver words now burst with light.
To think they used to be as dark as night.

Write your pain away.
But allow your ink to stay.
For we grow and we learn.
With every feelings that burn.

Unanswered love is the best one so far.
At least it isn't you who'll give me the scar.

Pain is the best, when no one is at fault.
When your own emotions turn into salt.

At least I'm kept at a safe distance.
At least I can show you some resistance.

You keep my heart secure.
By being pure.

By not loving me.
You have set me free...

You held me close to you
You were real, pure and true

I couldn't cross the street alone
You loved me through skin and bone

I wasn't allowed to bike to school
Picked up by the bus, I looked like a fool

You held my hand a little too tight
Until I wanted to escape with all my might

And then you let go
I was free, was I though?

I could finally prove who I was!
That I was strong, not made of glass

I wanted to prove my independancy
To outdo ever single tendency

Graduate, live all alone at last
But... everything got ruined past

I forgot just this one little detail
Something that daily made me pale

Being able to do things alone
doesn't necessarily make you grown

It means you're always by your own
It kills you inside, have that constant 'lone

I begged you to help me, to love the source
And like a prince on a white horse

There you were at the rescue
But the damage was due

How adult I was, I was still a child
Prince, you dropped me back in the wild

And wild it was, it broke my soul
All I wanted was for you to see my hoal

I asked it her oncemore
My pure, silver core

Begged to take me back
At minimums I was back on deck

We fought everyday for stupid things
Yet you still expected those tight clings

We fought and we yelled
You held me tighly, I relled

And alone I am still to this day
Who can offer me love to stay?

Can't you be my mother again
I'm begging you now and when

But you turn me down at every sight
Alone I am, to the world I'll fight
__________
Keiri - written by Keiri
A little biography

The pitched sound of glass that breaks and I just fall
The surprise as it slips from your fingers.
Bleeding while you're trying to save it all.
Lost forever, this feeling lingers.

Trying to fix it, but failing hard.
Doubting what to do as your hope starts to fade.
It hurts more than to just stop and fall appart.
Gleaming with the failures you've made.

Puzzling the pieces is harder than I thought.
The wounds in my fingers are not helping.
It's all for nothing and I've fought.
My fingers full of glass and the bleeding isn't stelping.

The glass can never be saved, what's done is done.
And when your life is flipping upside down.
And you realise, all you did is run.
You see the blood and you hear the sound.

You never wanted it to drop.
You didn't even realise.
The clinging sound in the cleaning mop.
Nearly pretty, your demise.

His silence can't be tamed.

Somewhere in the middle of the forrest,
a most peculiar bridge exists.
There is no path to it, no lake under it to rest.
It seems rather safe to cross, no dangers at your fists.

It has no purpose to be there, there is nothing on the other side.
When you are on top of it, nothing seems that different at all.
It's a small boat long in size, and three tree-trunks wide.
It's not that high, and the edges will prevent anyone to fall.

It's made with cobblestone and moss.
Nothing too modern or too old.
It showed nature who's boss.
It's been there for centruries I'm told.

When looking underneath, nothing's all that weird.
There's just dirt, leaves and grass to be seen.
It's not to be admired or be feared.
Nobody knows what the bridge is supposed to mean.

Somewhere in the middle of the forrest in my mind,
a most peculiar bridge is just standing there.
There is no path to lead you to it, or nothing at all to find.
There is no reason at all, anyone would care.

I can't ask him to set his dream aside for me,
But I'm curious at what his answer would be.

I wonder if he would've gotten me out if my ditch.
If he could've shown me a way out of the pitch.

I wouldn't trade my dream for him.
I can't ask him to be with me on a whim.

Though I keep wondering what would happen if,
and only if, he would stand with me right now...

Would I still be pouring my eyes out over all this sorrow?

Deep down diving darkness drains the death of the dawn.
Inside its insidious inferno his child chants the chains.
All aware the awoken, head its hell and heart.
For frozen facts have fallen and frail fractures have formed
End the everlasting era of elaborating electronic evolution and withold the wall of woven worlds
Trees and tracks have traced its meaning and tried to trust the truth once more
Hell on earth will withold

I stand here naked in the crowd
A spotlight hits me where I'm proud.
I'll flash the skin of my bones
I will cry to you! Hear my moans!

I will come clean in the open field
Remove my mask and lower my shield
Oh please, shoot me in my roots.
Bleed me! Throw me off my boots.

I am but only a human being.
For it's not just the lies I'm not seeing.
Refuse to be more than I'm capable of.
There is no such thing as peace, fly off, dove!
I have lied, I have deceived.
I have hated and I have grieved.

But I am only mortal.
Imperfect human and fertil.
A beast of the many.
Proud of inventing the penny.

I stand here telling the truth!
The elder, the grown and the youth!
We are but a brink of humanity!
Already through our sanity!

Hit me with your words which shall not be spoken...
I hope, I dearly hope, I'm not alone who feels awoken.
Here the world will grand a token.
For my fellow who are broken,
Accept we are but only human,
Yet human we shall be...

A thousand dreams I've dreamed of dreams.
Or maybe even more it seems.
A thousand times I wore out my eyes.
To realise the faintest disguise.

A thousand days I've wondered why,
The thousand ideas that crossed my mind.
Not one of them looked real at all.
Princes, castles and an evening ball.

A thousand sparkles in my eyes as
A thousand tears cried so many lies.
To hear them scream and then to dream
Of a thousand beams of sunlight.
A prince charming ready to fight.

A thousand words as long as ropes that hoses and wets the same hopes
And dreams as they cry and pry and never really learned why.

A thousand smiles I wore for you, a thousand faces that sore me too.
For a thousand dreams I dreamed of dreams,
In a thousand dreams, this one is for you.

Head me, oh mighty pit
For I have earned a cure.
See me, a failure's ***.
That will not fail, no more.

Fill me from my hollow's dream,
And sore me over my head.
For I am healed and so it seems,
I will no longer be dead.

I have seen the light, felt it bright, filled me with might, it finally feels right.

I have proceded my promises,
Felt the sun and its wings,
My soul is leaving the premises,
My heart devoures and sings.

I have escaped the dark, enlightened the bark, fled the teeth o' shark, I am left with a terrible mark.

It'll follow me in my sleep,
It'll drown me in the deep,
But it will not hurt no more,
For I am pure in the core.

My life erupted out of manipulatism
My hands taught to be open
How I've lived through toxism
Only to think it's over

How I've learned to rely
And never questioned my methods
Not realised it was a lie
Blinded by the facts

I wish I could say it was different
This time I don't depend
It was all just a front
A message more to be sent

Only you could be real
Only you could stay with me
I cynically sniff at this deal
Only I decide what to be

How I hate my own words
My rhymes of my thirst
My pleadings of violence
The consequence
Of adolescence.

How I hate my own deeds
The way my head bleeds
And plants its little seeds
In my sanity's field of weeds.

How I hate the way I stand
crouched and always bent
body getting closer to the land
It will be buried in the end
Or how I crouch me for a friend
Trying to share a shoulder to lend.

How I hate the way I listen
While your voices get to glisten
It makes me frisson
To listen to your wisdom.

How I hate myself
And how I'm put on the shelf
A memory to postpone
How I hate being alone

Scratched my ears, licked my nose.
Hopped along, tail arose.
Fur is clean, eyes are wet.
Belly is filled, but not full yet.

Grass is green again today
Keeping my cubs at bay.
Trees are once more tall.
Hiding in the hedge, my own wall.

Strange sounds are following my tail.
Sun goes and welcomes the hail.
Food runs out, cubs are dying.
Just lost my son, by a bird flying.

There's food in a can, silver alined.
A thrilling noise, the can chined.
Lost my daughter, a man is near.
Hair in my neck rises of fear.

Last son died of the cold.
I remember last year, losing one on mold.
Snow greets the sun, spring is closing in.
I'm on the run, I stole oncemore from a bin.

My tail grabbed high, by man again.
But he's a bit different, this little man.
He's tiny and soft, and doesn't speak.
He's squishy and noisy, maybe even weak.

It must be a cub, of a human sort.
He's not just tiny, but really short.
He's wet with drool.
He looks like a fool.

I don't care, I bite him anyway.
A noise as loud as thunder, there to stay.
To think he'd let go of my tail.
Gripping firmer I can only wail.

Time passed by, in a room full of bars.
This is better however, living with the stars.
I'm always fed and clean.
No one here is mean.

I must say I was mistaken in men.
Still bite 'em, that who I am.
Passed by several times.
Seen many bars and chimes.

Until the forest meets me oncemore.
No humancub, just green's core.
A bang as loud as a roar.
In front of me, a bleeding boar.

Running from the familiar foes.
I'm not used to it, and hurt my toes.
Picked up by the tail, nearly déja vu.
By the hands of a killer, I can see him through.

He looks a lot like the cub that grew up with me.
The one I bit, scratched and still cleaned my ***.
The one I held and held me back.
Loved me, did I love enough or lack?

For him to look at me with those eyes.
A glare ready to send me to the skies.
A glare that once loved me.
A glare that once set me free.

Someone to see me as a pet.
To love me as a friend.
My throat feels wet...
This is the end.

Hold me,
The cold me,
Tell me what you told me.

See me,
Free me,
But please never flee me

Charm me,
Warm me,
Oh but please, do harm me.

Because you feel me,
The real me,
Your property to peel me.

Hate me,
Wait for me,
It's not just my fate for me.

Drown me,
Don't you frown at me,
At my open gown and me.

**** me, please **** me
Have that rill on me,
If you will please,
Have blood spill me,
Your ***** fill me,
Have my spine chill me,
But please, after this, **** me!

I'm on my way
On my way to the hills
Giving me chills
It can all go wrong now...

I will meet you on the top
The top right ahead
I will be dead
When I will get there...

I shall run to you
To you so far away
Please, I'll be your prey
To die for you...

I have slept too many nights
Now you are gone
Everything gone wrong
Right when I'm here...

I'm here for you
On my way
My way to the top
Where are you???

I'm gone too
Who says who?
What is gone when you are gone?
What does it mean to be true?
Is that you?
Can I see through?
Is this wrong?
Sing my song
Hear me rhyme
The end of Time
___________

Please hide, I will moan my fears and my cries
Even I see, sight is my victory
Fear is what cost me my horrible lies
Darkness is what draws you in my story

Lies have granted me where I am today
I am not me nor I am either you
Deceive is but only my first sur name
I will always regret the force of "true"

But, when I met you in my loathing heart
The light upon your gleaming silver tongue
In my play of pleasure you get your part
Born anew my new life will start from young

It is your light that lights my sour small soul
Heal me, help me, save me, that shall be all

When the skies avert you eyes,
and you wear you flawless disguise.
When you've just escaped demise,
to step into the fury's lies.

When the dawn of darkness is near,
you know just what to fear.
When the cloud's right here,
taking everything you hold dear.

When your sight goes sore
you didn't know what to sign up for.
When all you want is more,
but you're drifting further from the core.

When you just want to stop,
making everything a flop.
When you noticed all you drop,
all the way down from the top.

When you noticed you're not wandering,
stopped being interesting,
no one hears you speaking,
pleading,
bleeding,
begging for more,
because pain is something,
and all you want now, is to start wandering.
_______________

Try and find a poem on my page
Who wasn't written by heart
That falls appart or doesn't know how to start.

Try to find a word in my life that didn't mean a thing, that felt like just a fling or just herds of words collided on Bing!

Search me a letter that didn't feel or kneel upon my souls whose whole has a seal of my real.

Search me a backspace where I didn't cry, or where I tried to deny my endless colourless sky.

Seek a reason not to read me, I beg you. I will be pleading my readings t'ill the end of time. So I'll be needing you, heeding me, feeding me, reading me t'ill there are no words left. I need the theft, to steal me. So you would heal me. Please, even try to feel me. This is the real me.

Sometimes, ... it works if you deal with the world
not have the world deal with you.

Sometimes,... it helps if you live with your life
not spend your life living life.

Sometimes,... you'll need to stand back to be great
not be greater and stand back.

If there is no positive thinking, then try progressive thinking, it's better than pitiful thinking.
It's no use to grieve about how your life ***** and there's nothing to do to it, and spill that to those people who's lives haven't ****** just yet.

It's better to shout your growth, and amplify your position, to compare your life to those who just always have a half empty cup of coffee, rather than spill the last empty half you've only got on sorrowing a cup that could have been half full.

Sometimes it's better not to name yourself, to agree you are not special, not different and definetly not the only one...

Sometimes it's better not to name how you feel, not to agree that your half empty or even empty cup of coffee has been spilled over the pages of your success. Success' that used to be visible are still there, if only, only for you.

Sometimes it's okay to like yourself, who you are, how you look, what you did. You're never the bad guy in your own story.

Sometimes it's okay to make mistakes. There's no use to sobbing over spilled coffee. Even the greatest stains of coffee can be washed out, but only by yourself.

Sometimes, it's okay, it's fine, and it's okay to be okay, it's okay to feel fine.

Sometimes is the only time no one knows what will happen, but you will know what to do.
__________

Meet me at the ravine's drop
Feel my body covered in frost.
Find me at a mountain's top.
As you have earned my trust.

Heat me with that heart of yours.
Hope me with your words.
Cover me with planets' cores.
Fly me with the birds.

Drown me with your dreams.
Choke me with your hug.
Blind me with your beams.
And slowly become my drug.

For I have awaited your presence.
And hope I couldn't bear.
And now I enjoy the incense.
Of the mighty red flare.

Sing the song of the broken
Reap the words of the hurt
Silently dead awoken
A crow's beak around a bird

Dance the weather of the storm
Cry the rains who tremble
The crops who creepily form
A true horror's assemble

Play the tides of the depressed
Laugh the sounds of the undead
Guess the impossible unguessed
Take my only love's fed

Hear me roar and mumbles of hunger
Drink the blood of my mind
Hear the anger in the thunder
I am nowhere to find

Stand up and try
Break yourself and die.
If you feel the pain,
you have much more to train.
Feel it burn,
take your turn,
every step anew,
every time you learn.

Go for the greatest,
always have the newest latest.
Good is not good enough,
Don't whine, tough up rough.
Feel you ache,
know what is at stake,
Don't you lie down
take every chance to take.

And if you died in the process,
a weakling not more or less.
Know that you did this all for nothing.
Instead of just enjoying the progress,
instead of even enjoying something.

Don't try for perfection,
choose your pace at your satisfaction.
It's for your own protection,
don't see this as a lection,
in the end, it's all just your own action.

By the skies of humanity

The endless waves of shame

The concept of artificial sanity

Am I just playing a game?

Straying while staying in the stage with so much stakes on my tray while I train on standing straight.

Breathing in my dreams while dreaming about breathing.

Shuddering at the promising sun cooling my thoughts, warming my body on the idea of a cold winter.

The ashes of my sins sweeping swiftly like world's first snow. I close my eyes, for darkness is the only world I could ever see.

Opened at last, my tired eyes witnessed the elegant cherry blossom before me.
Strong and proud the flowerpetals fall. Along with my sins, heaps of ashes into a mountain of grey and pink.

By the mother of my generation.
I shall stand by your side.
The epidemic of our nation,
Will hit us all worldwide.

There is no war fiercer, than a war within ourselves.

The cold nothing fills my ears with frost
The emptiness will leave my poor heart lost
Horror and madness overrun my mind
As an icy wind that my soul feeds and grinds

Only disturbed by the voices of sorrow
The judgements of tomorrow
The voices which are the worst to hear
My own voices who fill me with fear

Oh sweet child don’t you mind the still
Oh small sorrowing thing, try as you will
You will go mad tonight, and die out of fright
For the voices, oh the voices, they have gripped you tight.