This can not be the first time
I have fallen madly in love with You
Is that not our names
Already written in the stars
Have our souls not danced
Before the dying of the sun
A thousand fates ago
Have our bodies not
Crashed into each other
In passions warm embrace
Time and time again
I know that I've been
Lost in those endless ocean eyes
Every new morning
As time begins
This is not the first time
Our love was oceans
And seas and mountains
And years apart
I will always
Find you
The madmans smile will
Light the way

I can't help but to ask what war are we truly fighting
Is it against them...
Or is it against the image in the mirror
We claim that ever decision we make is for the greater good of the human race
But we blow their heads off and celebrate it as a victory
And that is what gets to me
How could we smile and laugh as if what we just did was okay
As if the life we just passed judgment upon meant nothing
What if he/she was a father or a mother
One who was just shooting back because their alternative was to bath in puddle of their own children's blood
Can't you see they are fighting the same battle as us
Because they are just like us
They are trying to earn the title is survivor just like us
They just want to go home to their families just like us
They just want to protect their loved ones just like us
But unlike us the majority of them don't make it back
Because unlike us they lay on the battlefield saying their final goodbyes from a far
No one ever thinks about the pain a suffering we bring in order to uphold peace
So allow me to end this with a question

Is it truly peace we seek, if the price we pay is another's life?

i don't know how long
it has been
since
i shut myself
off from the world
around me

i reinforced
old boundaries

closed the gates
to new acquaintances

stopped talking

i see myself
stepping away
from some old patterns
and people

only the pattern
is
me

If I carved
Out your heart
It could never leave a scar as deep
As the ones you left on me.

Stare at my feet--
Bite my tongue;
Habits learned when I was young.

Smile more--
Sit up taller;
Lessons taught when I was smaller.

Calm down--
Don't be so wild;
Words used to tame the child.

His eyes were not the reminder of a once well known friend they were the reminder that I only got three hours of sleep last night and there's a test on something I couldn't wrap my brain around because I was too busy searching how to tie a noose on a screen to bright for my tired eyes. I never knew he'd show up unexpectedly at dinner and I could almost see my mothers nose crinkle in disgust either from the stench of my lack of motivation or simply the smell of death. He had this way of holding himself. Hands shaking like a ticking time bomb or way to ready to jump to the next thing to ease the situation.
To ease the situation.
Ease the situation.
The smile carved as big as the jokers planted on a pale face and sunken eyes.
he had bags under his eyes.
bags under his eyes
Under his eyes.
Grimacing under growing bruises and bones that creaked with every movement because he is like an old house. Fun to look at and imagine what it was like in its glory days but spiderwebs and dust seem to be a better turn off than the word no.
No one told them that depression is a battle ground that theyd have to pick up their long lost child from.