There is no luck, pray yourself
to the one, this is a playground
of hearts, souls get crucified,
we still bleed from love scars,
we've found reasons to reason
with it's chaotic parts, entangled
our lips with graveyards, the script
of love has too much foul, it's a house-
of ruins and fake smile, we all exist
as pawns in this game of tricks and lies,
girls act satisfied; find fault in love, cheat
and find reasons not to condemn their evil minds,
it all begins with pretending like you are-
enjoying the ride; the red roses and blue violets,
the kisses companied by chocolates,
they've learned in love to be articulate,
find good guys desperate, this a page-
with chapters of men googling
for ways not to act out of hurt.
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I too watered you with love
So that you may forever be a pretty flower,
but here I stand writing poetry in the darkest hour,
little did I knew maybe the true definition of love
is using each other.

Dumb. And Numb.

What a perfect rhyme
To define I.

One day I'll art a craft-
so realistic that it will blow
your mind.
It will have less rhymes,
It won't be about suicide
or break-ups;
nor about life's up's and downs.

No, it won't carry silver blades
to unwound your past.
Every soul knows
you use to smoke crack
but not what you
went through inside;
Just like that day when you
came to know your stomach
contained life,
you thought to end your time
you walked through these morons
and they'd scroll through your
***** tights,
I imagine how it feels to be 16teen
and carry your brothers son
below your ****?

Humans are so dumb enough
to lie to their guilt through
weighing your sins.
This poem I will write one day-
will pound inside the bellies of
the soil monsters who chew
our forefathers into bones,
they will cough out their flesh
cause some how I really
can't get over my aunt's death.
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I wish you enjoy it....

I'm drawn in the depth of your smile.
I neither care if you are using me or not,
from your touch my heart turns numb.

I've become an addict
to this sense that I'm in love.
I no longer care if you
feel my heart or not.

Your lit-up eyes
are more than enough
to feed and trap
my mind in this dumb lie.

With soil we were made,
with death we are to suffocate
alone in the roots of this earth.

Slowly our loved one's
will slowly forget;
Our names on their lips will  soon fade
the memories we created with them-
will soon be replaced.

Behind that light door,
we will faces our demons alone,
we will burn until we evaporate
into the sins we made.

I don't know
but I'm some how-
not ready to die....
I'm scared..

The world
is ruined by greed,
fixed by lies to
decisive our logic.