There’s a lowly eye
Of this Mr Lonely guy
He has a purple eye
Carrying purple tears whenever he cries

Bit the wings of a fly
Wore a serpent tail as a tie
And stole the clock of Father time
Dreamt of switching the bulb, when the sun loses its shine

He’s cocky outside
But an injured bird inside
He’d pry your eyes to melt your pride
And loved to sue any reason for suicide

As the mask only comes off at night
Slow dances with depression—what a lonely life

In these smitten eyes, a burning yearn blazes
like wildfires, engulfing all in its path,
mercilessly suffocating even the most simple exhale.
The intensity of this consuming desire is vividly
expressed through the haughty, yet innocent glare of her eyes,
which seem to whisper, "I can't breathe."

However, these kisses that were once seen as innocent
have now transformed into the fulfillment of a guilty pleasure.
As two hearts beat rapidly, racing in tandem,
their bodies pulsating with anticipation, they can't help
but feel the weight of the missed opportunities.
It beats against them, a reminder that this connection
could have sprouted sooner, had they not succumbed to the constraints of their own expectations.
Like a delicate flower in the hands of a late bloomer,
their love blossoms, fragile yet beautiful.

Caught in a spell of danger, these two lovers
find themselves immersed in a simmering *** of
conflicting emotions. Swirling in and out,
their feelings dance to a melody disrupted by
the intrusion of spoken words.
Yet, even in this chaotic symphony, their tongues
weave a dance of their own, seeking solace and connection.

Oh, how they yearn for these enchanting kisses
to last for eternity, to freeze time and preserve the magic they share.
If only such a sublime connection could endure forever,
like an eternal flame, burning relentlessly with the
passion that unites their souls.

All the purple flowers I've
seen, sort of relate to purple eyes
Cos my vision was obscene,
obscure, insecure, and vaguely pure

Still I had seen a pretty flower,
a flower that pretty much stole my
words. She had a bite to her:

  So till death do me part, to have and to hold
this pretty flower, pretty much came with thorns

[VERSE 1]

Not too sure that I wanna fall in love again.
Just too scared to lose myself in lost and found before I hit the ground, Baby I'm just going insane.
So many ups downs like climbing stairs
Too many heart breaks and even more love affairs.
But Baby I'm in love...

[VERSE 2]

Not sure if I could get out bed and have my breakfast always out there,
But I'm so out of breathe, lately I've being run out Air.
Not sure if I could keep my eye off another pretty girl that passes me by,
But all for you the piece ain't enough I need the whole **** Pie.
Cause Baby I'm in love.

[VERSE 3]

Not sure if I could share my blanket and this comfy bed
But I may be alive, still without you I'm feeling so Dead.
Hate to say goodbye but even more when I'm already missing you
Could we be stuck forever if I bought us some glue.
Baby I'm in love.

[CHORUS ]

Cause, baby we may be different but I'm loving you the same
And ****** girl I'm in love with that name
And if they say I'm crazy in love well then I'm going insane
If I'm singing love songs all through summer then I'll be also singing in the rain.
Cause I don't have to be rude
Too many pretty girls in this world acting so crude
Better yet they just put me in a bad mood
If could marry you right now you know that I would.
Cause all you have me feeling is feeling so **** good.
Lining up my smile just to set me in the right mood.
And I'm love with You and only You.


[VERSE 4]

Baby I'm in love with just You,
So many pretty girls all out in the world but those like you will be so Few.
So turn the radio on to that love song
And baby we could sing along
And baby, please don't be so rude
Cause this world is just so crude.
But Baby, I'm in love with that name
We might be so different but I'm still loving you the Same.
God must of had a lot to be blessed onto you
Cause your beauty got me so impressed onto You.
Throwing me kisses to keep in my back pocket
Till the day you stopped, how I almost lost it.
Still sending me kisses through the phone,
Especially when I'm without you, feeling so cold and alone.

[VERSE 5]

So kiss me right now, how I need you right now
Wish I could explain it, but I just don't know how.
Still thinking hard about you no wonder my head hurts
Especially imagining those legs in all Blue those skirts.
And if feeling old I have you to help me feel brand new
If I said I would die for you would you take as True.


[CHORUS]

Cause, baby we may be different but I'm loving you the same,
And ****** girl I'm in love with that name.
And if they say I'm crazy in love well then I'm going insane
If I'm singing love songs all through summer then I'll be also singing in the rain.
Cause I don't have to be rude
Too many pretty girls in this world acting so crude
Better yet they just put me in a bad mood
If could marry you right now you know that I would.
Cause all you have me feeling is feeling so **** good.
Lining up my smile just to set me in the right mood.
And I'm love with You and only You.

[BRIDGE]

Darling your Mine
There's wasting no time, aged to my taste you're my tall glass of wine.
And Baby you're Mine
There's no need to be wasting no time cause you're all on mind and too many thoughts of how that waist of yours is all but so fine.

[CHORUS]

Cause, baby we may be different but I'm loving you the same,
And ****** girl I'm in love with that name.
And if they say I'm crazy in love well then I'm going insane
If I'm singing love songs all through summer then I'll be also singing in the rain.
Cause I don't have to be rude
Too many pretty girls in this world acting so crude
Better yet they just put me in a bad mood
If could marry you right now you know that I would.
Cause all you have me feeling is feeling so **** good.
Lining up my smile just to set me in the right mood.
And I'm love with You and only You.

The past is a memory
The present, a moment
And the future will always be an idea...

So let's make memories, just to forget about them
at a moments notice;
As we'll think of an idea towards our futures.

Don't misread me for spelling this out to you,
as the sun and moon will eventually cry together
That will be the warmest winter I ever know.

If I don't wake up tomorrow,
I'm sleeping through my pain,
Soaked up in my tears,
drowning in that pain
So if I die, my death is only for other people to live.

I gave my all, but only got little,
I feared you've stopped listening to my prayers so you can listen to the others.
I questioned love, and you're still yet to answer,
so care for me last, as you care more for the people in my life first.
And if you hate me for these selfish motives, I ask you to forgive.


My own opinion has never lead me to anything better,
so I hardly think for myself when I mostly think for others.

I only want to be heard,
but everyone I know takes for granted my every word.

I just wish to be seen,
but nobody sees what I really mean.

I waited on your timing,
but time has run out for me.

So how do I trust when that trust is empty,
how do I ask when you never listen
And how do I live,
if living is only a slow walk to death

How do I dream when all my dreams are just my constant nightmares
And how do I follow the rules of my wake, while looking for a place to escape


Surely it's so hard to keep yourself together,
sunny outside but living under the weather.
Overcast, overcast, overcast,
I know my future depression has it's rein within the past.

I know I should care more about myself,
but I'm so stuck on loving everybody else.

What's left for me if I leave my heart out for you all to pick in
To stay above high waters of every relationship,
but I know I'm just a sinking ship

Titanic, Titanic, Titanic.

If love was once mine,
I'm  convinced I never had it.

Given all to my friends after I divided it with my family
As I'm crazy enough to enjoy the sense of pure insanity.

The man everyone looks to lean on,
who could write a picture for you all to dream from.

Some days I hate it, but do it all out of love,
So often I fake it, so let me end up weightless inside of being wakeless

As her lips met mine,
a spark ignited within me.
Her kiss was like a flame that
burned with passion and desire.
I couldn't get enough of her taste, even though
it left my tongue sore and bruised.

She was my solace in times of loneliness,
a beautiful presence that made everything feel right.
But now, as I sit here alone, I can't help but wonder
why that lovely kiss ended in such a lonely way.
As if I could clear my throat more to clear my brain,
I can't clear enough of our messages to clear her name.

My heart aches with confusion and longing,
and tears stream down my face as
I try to make sense of it all.

Oh Life:
the occasion, that occasionally
  some leave the event too soon.

Oh Life:
the maze, searching for a way,
  yet dazed and confused.

With limited days, and how best to use.

Oh Life:
the pillow, looking for support and comfort,
  Often in the living, but mostly found
   when you're at rest.

Oh Life:
the boot, hard kicking your backside,
   trailing your baggage in the back.

With just the few luck you keep in a sack.

Oh Life:
isn't all that it seems.
  The closest you are to reality,
   pulls you away from your dreams.

Nine out of the ten times, you're a ten
of having the worst time.

Still,
you can't afford to waste time,
  even with the girls you call dimes.

No penny for thought; could ever
pay the intellect of a great mind.

But all can **** time.

Oh Life:
  is time, but never enough of it.  
  
Life is but the time you can make of it.
  Precious is life; but precious is time.

Spend both well.

Broken bones upon empty sheets, fighting cursing enemies, trying so hard to survive.
Trying to find peace amongst all this chaos, yet journeying in this crazy life and along for it's much crazier ride.
Tell me the time so I can set my watch to match the time for me to live again,
Give me a dollar and a dream to lay a foundation on, but our end result of the future will never be the same.

Alone in such times of de-stress
Emotion drowning at the cost of what I can't feel anymore.
Tortured mind of so young.
Depressed.

Through the days of life I learnt, perfection is irrelevant and therefore non existent.
Minds so many easily bought by the fancy colours of their screens.
A relay on a track running around closer to the edge of Death. A cold mistress she is, eating through our time through wasteful routines.

Alone at the fact all those I love sometimes look down on me.
Wishing to take the world by a storm, but instead I have it's overcast with a cloud on me.

What's a cure for loneliness for those of depression
A factual feeling of sanity with a mind poisoned by world's venom of prey to a lonely heart. Searching deep for the impression of the expression.  

Impression of hope where it lies.
Though with my world falling on me, the pieces I try to rebuild.

For a cure for loneliness is all that eats through me but keeps my eye so fresh.
To gaze through the troubles of a world to peep something of bless.

For that of the cure for loneliness.

Eyes in the trickled stream
quiet inspirations to a quill pen- holds
of a high protection in its feathery shield

black and white- across the cavalry patrolling
against otherwise rebellious thoughts
desperately trying to ignore those ill voices
that speak to me

The story of the poet who killed a billion
pigeons, to dip their feathers in an ink, to
cope with all the insanity that rest at his brink

Our lives should be like the
stars of the sky.
Amongst all darkness,
there's always a light standing out.

So many stars out there,
still you can be the brightest one.
Even though we sometimes don't see it,
there's a light inside all of us.

Love, how unique you seem to be to me.  O' a strange feeling.
How I had a net full of butterflies in my stomach all tied in knots.  So many hearts out there for one brave for the stealing.

O'the the sweet roses of worth in this valley,
with your scent as so sweet and devine.  How would I find you in an alley.
You've surely pricked my heart as I bled towards your beauty.  Do I yet dare to take another chance.
Though I've fallen to my feet trying so to step along but I preferred not to dance.

Your beauty will always leave me intriguing,
still I fall so hard at beauty's first sight. Yet why this happens has found no meaning.

Though so many roses as just,
beauty on their faces catching my eye from poses as such.

But O'rose, how you've caught me again in your trap. Could loving you be as simple.
You've driven me close to a point of lost insanity, your beauty glares as a crystal.
Yet I feel, I  would be dared to steal you from your heart,
But alas, greatest be my fears of being bruised and cut.

Still O'rose, you be so plenty with a unique scent.
If I waited long enough for you, will I be led to regret.

We're living in a city where the sun don't sing,
We know it probably rings.
And we don't see the flashy lights inside the bling,
Which makes it easy enough for us to sing.

We don't take the time to waste the times of others,
We didn't grow up close to everyone we knew like brothers.
We were just the kids growing away from being just like our fathers.

But we're hiding our fears, secretly being like cowards,
We picked and threw our women around just like flowers.
We acted dark in our hearts towards any other brighter colours.

We're the kids of the block,
Hanging around the lost.
We don't search for Love for love doesn't search for us.
We don't know her name, we don't live for her shame,
But we're both the reasons for this pain.
We refuse to take the blame.

So we're living in a city where the sun don't sing, but the moon sings it's chorus,
We worth up the richness of our heart's, but live like the poorest.
We don't have the words for all the songs we sing.
So we'll just borrow your chorus.

We are the Kids.

I have these lonely sleeps, as it feels like my depression
is controlling me. The pain is deep; I lose track of time
dancing on my feet—I'd sell my soul for just a night of peace
But I’m not the one talking, it’s just the demons inside of me

My past is dark; a fragile shadow made of glass
the compliments I hear just sound like laughs
I try my best to relax—but it drives me crazy, and I hope
I never crash. But in the end who really forgets their past,
unless of course you never lived the memory, so
you’re always trying to deal with that

                             ~I’m just this constant shadow glass
                                                       hoping not to break
                                                       hopeful not to crack
                                       hopes of repairing shadow glass

Life's not seen in a straight line
couple bumps & curvy roads
is always to be expected.
Life can't promise to always be fine.

We'll fall more than we can even count
giving cuts & bruises. Pain & hurt.
Constantly feeling we're being taken out
some are running ahead of this life
but never coming up first.

Never can we say life was so easy
you say it stinks to be you,
so maybe people will call you out
for being so cheesy.

On a road that goes here & there
as it moving left or right.
A lot of shortcuts and secret paths
still stick to the path leading to your goals
They'll guide you if you only focus your sights

The end of your road may seem so far
but walk on it so the end feels much greater
The beautiful sights on it are for the memories you'll soon capture.

Cherrish your little moments
don't worry about bumpy roads always there.
Life won't always be fair
but in it there's always those giving you their care.

The care of which is so rare,
cherish it for it won't always be there.

The world can't give you it's love
but surely a greater love comes to
us from up above
So I ask you, is that not enough?

Whispers dance in the breeze; let your voice flow freely —
the breath within you holds a universe of untold stories.
A pure release, embracing the thrill that slips away with each
sigh—aren’t we all, at times, yearning for a way out? I place
accolades in my gaze, celebrating my reflection in every shard
of glass; yet how disingenuous it feels to claim that I take
greater pride in who I am today than who I was yesterday.

Still, I am the blossom along the way, nourished by the remnants
of winter’s chill, I’m running cold, chasing after the scent of
vulnerability under this runny nose — pursuing the essence
of fragility beneath this teary facade.

I caught my eye in a piece of mud; and I do hope you can never
see into my ***** mind—that tainted look could betray a criminal
in disguise; but are you still a criminal if you unknowingly stole
someone’s heart. Once you know the kind of dirt on you, you get
so anxious of any spot, even as you try you clean your act up.

Don’t act up; claiming not to sometimes feel a bit ashamed
of yourself — cosying up with your doubts. The truest smile will
shine much brighter in the dark; so I shut my eyes when it feels
right to let my ugly smile out.

pit, pat...
tip, tap...
tiny steps of children's play.

Government officials weave their words into riddles –
All your secret crushes, gaze at you, with laid bare feelings
Forever searches endlessly, all around for its dreamers.

“Going out to multiple,”
Aspires to make a lasting mark on all of its creatures
Beloved skins still ache for the warmth of bygone touches –
All the diamonds within you, long to be called precious.

A thankless toil, is inscribed by the silent prayers of regret;
As faith tenderly draws to those who embrace fresh beliefs –
The roots of our lineage all stand as reluctant witnesses.

While debt is the secret lover,
You so desperately try to conceal from both family and friends
Poverty, the only hidden vice, lurks quietly beneath all of
our best efforts

Suicide is a simple fate for those who have sadly lost all hope
Indulgers in life's fleeting pleasures- their souls have unfortunately
surrendered as well.

Enemies seem more trustworthy, their malice clear; unmistakable
Those we hold dear can betray us, their misdeeds cloaked in the
guise of familiarity.

The essence of our character is scrutinized by the judges' gaze—  
As the loudmouths clash with the silent observers  
Time wields a battalion of uncertainties when it’s scarce,  
And though words can weave exquisite poetry, we often  
Rush to voice our thoughts without a moment’s pause.

                                             Pause- and read that all again!

I don't like it when you leave stains on my neck,
baby I'd have to confess to how much I really hate the mess.
So excuse me for not letting you get near my chest.

And baby I can't lie how good you look in my vest,
How you found a comfy spot on my bed, using it as your nest.
But the trial of my mind is how you've made yourself home, yet you came in here as just a guest.

You told me your name was Patience, but truly speaking it's not in your nature,
And you make me wish we never met sometimes. Could you not be a stranger.
For you look to me to be your savior,
but I can't answer that prayer.
You just happen to be the girl they call a slayer.
And why I let you stay is beyond me,
indeed you knew how to lie to my very heart, filling it's hopes with your fake glee.
I'd run away from you, but my emotions towards you I can't flee.

So I'll just watch from my bed while you put on your lipstick smile.
Watch you dress yourself in the mirror,
let my heart play out your hero.
And while I wait for you to come back, I'll remember your scent that's left on my pillow.

The ring on my finger may say we're ment to be,
But you don't let me be so free.
So I'd ask you the question, why did you even marry me.

Hey there wild child what got you so tamed
Warrior of the spear what got you so enslaved.

Hey teacher, why don't you leave the history books in the past. I hate living there.
This could be like bar fights in the night, no-one fights fair.
But what is this
Pretty eyes on wide hips. Forgive me I couldn't resist.

Still what's better, the wrongs a too many
The pride is full but their hearts so empty.
What's across the shadows, chaotic if you had asked me
You say the blind man is lost but he's ears had a lot to see.

Chaotic, I tell you now
Still how we got here don't dare to ask me how.

With a naked eye,
I share these naked thoughts—
so bear with me a moment.
You found me in a vulnerable stance—
bare, but still standing on business.
Banking on every dream that still
has a resting chance.

Even when life feels mundane in too
many ways—I keep pushing, fighting
the material gaze of critics, and the
cryptic ways some people define love
and measure trust.

But between all people, there is life—
and in life there’s the chance to live out
a dream, to become who we are without
shame, to love who loves us back, yet still,
hold out a hand, as an extension of love
to those who need it the most.

And maybe, just maybe—that’s the kind
of dream worth believing in.

What you have
is what you can give
To open hearts,
those willing to receive.
The question,
what is really within.

Our legacy,
is our history down the line of generations.
The good, bad and the ugly,
the many pasts that will shape us.
For every turn of the century
we fall closer to greatness.

You and I
are shaped to strive
Mind your own pride,
to only realize
There's much more to us inside.

A face of one good expression,
tastes of deception; covers depression
A life of tags; no mentions
not mention a passive aggressive

Beat up, won't give up
the Sun's feet up, after kicking my ****
Double t; tedious tip toeing
But my mistake it was three
like the three seconds I forget to breathe

...exhale heavily
one hell of a life, hoping he dies heavenly
This task of living feels a little heavy; not nearly
as being blinded by time trying to see clearly

'Oh but that was just me in third person
third verse, standing on that stanza
But yes I can sir, by the fourth try;
nurturing, sensitive, compassionate, I'm a cancer

              ...oh wow, this felt a bit random

Put away your glass eye, and you'll see just how delicate you truly are. Your mind may be sharp, but please, don't gaze
upon my chest and leave me with another scar.
Allow me to demonstrate the foolishness of being madly
in love, when you constantly say, "you run miles on my mind,"
but truthfully I need you to first find that path.

As we compare ourselves to the past, time refuses to wait
for us. We can't spend too much time second-guessing,
as everything comes to pass, and even when I feel irritable,
it all falls so short in my very face.
But hey, life is too tall, and I can't afford to fall so quickly from grace. Still, even when I express my gratitude, it seems to
be the only most answered prayer. Still I pray to protect you from the preying eyes of the world, like the many wolves lurking in the shadows. Every man has an instinct to hunt, but I could never sense their intentions with my own cold nose.

Some days, I yearn to touch your skin as gently as I touch
the sky, always hopeful for tomorrow.
I want to witness every petal of tears that fall from your eyes, reminding me that you are my precious flower. I must protect and guard, while leading with the energy of a man who is still learning, but also in charge.

Yet, life as I know it feels like a stubborn plug in the wall, refusing to give in even when I'm on the verge of burning out. Unlike an angry dog, I may drool, but it's not a pretty sight
at all. Beautiful thoughts only seem to exist in the corners of darkness. Perhaps a single kiss from you will ignite a spark of love, even if it only comes in fleeting sparkles.

Bur don't indulge in my darkness, for the void is filled with nothingness that will make you starve.
But let me gather the courage to say, "I like you," before
I can muster the strength to call you my love.
But then again, what is love: an awkward word, one that carries a multitude of emotions and sensations that delicately tickle underneath the surface of our skin. It can be a rollercoaster
of feelings, sometimes even getting on our nerves. Picture love
as an unlikely image, framed within the memories of one being so, so afraid to talk to girls.

Imagination, on the other hand, is a powerful faculty of the mind. It is an untamed force that can conjure up vivid and extraordinary scenarios, but it can also be harnessed and controlled by a trained mind. Love, however, is a different story. It is wild, unpredictable, and capable of leading us off track when our feelings can no longer hide.

Love is like a tempestuous storm, capable of stirring our hearts passionately and altering the courses of our lives. It knows no boundaries and can ignite an intense and overpowering flame within us. But playing with your match won't be so wise; playing with fires. Love can make us feel vulnerable and exposed,
as if the mere thought of interacting with the opposite ***
could send us spiraling into a spiral of anxiety and self-doubt.
Pricking at my heart, while I go around picking up another rose.

Still when it comes to true love, I never have enough words...
so perhaps that justifies me to say I'm in love,— being lost
for words. Or course that goes against the laws; if love ever
had them at all.
You could live by forever, but truthfully forever will always
be so far away,— so we'd just have this moment where we stay.
And one day, someday or even a Monday, love won't lack
the passion, and making me feel so mundane. But I'll only
know when I fall in love one day.

My thought’s nature is so chain-free; though when
it comes to missing links of love [I’m so incomplete]
A love for you, locked by the links we’ve made; we are
slaves to each other, and I know it sounds shameless in its
message relayed; still from the sound of your voice, there’s
something in the air- with the pauses in between conversations;
All the invitation of the opportunity to kiss each other, to clear
out that awkward air

Before birth and afterwards, I seem passionate over your touch
as like a youth- waiting to take your hand and speak for us
whenever the ask if we’re in love. And in the soil, I’ve buried my heart,
still feelings of it are so light, that they all grow out with delight
Our laughter spreads across the land of a bedspread, and their little
giggles in between, are like daisies sticking out on the lawn
So, if we bury all our memories in the wrinkled sheets-
our beds are our graves; that could remember far better, with their
memory foam mattress [Darling, I will cover you]

The product of love, is it's desire for multiplication,
as the time we have together, subracts the more we kiss
And in addition to one day having kids; the idea of how to raise
them could cause division

Still to love as equals, as despite the position of the head
non could be greater than the head of us above

            ...the perfect mathematician is and will always be God

In my eyes—wide shut—
I rearrange the scattered pieces, trying
to build a better version of myself from
what once felt like a creature. I frame
my thoughts to get a clearer picture,
decorating the past in shades that turn
away from mistakes, and painting the
rest with the soft light of my achievements.

Time drifts like dust—
blown apart in fragments. And I wonder
if anyone has ever truly been put together
perfectly. Even the greatest successors were
once victims, parts of themselves quietly missing.

To be complete is to keep finding yourself
again—to return, again and again, to the
reason you began. I stay committed to the
foundation of a dream, building it day by
day from these few, fragile pieces.

Feels like a Friday in between the sheets
catch a thrill with a dose of sleeping pills;
I took too much that it was all a dream
And I'd be so annoyed if you ever called me boo,
I'd ghost you in a second, and haunt you with despair,
to feel wet and thirsty as a bottle of water by the side of your bed
As I play unique to love, but true love is quite rare!

Greeted by your thighs,
lost space inside your eyes, while that feeling comes to rise.

And I know I've told you lies,
so making it up to you sooner is pretty wise, while that feeling comes to rise.

And I want you tonight as my prize, while that feeling comes to rise.
Quite a distance for a ****** drive.

Rising within me, stirring me to no good,
questioning to bite, probably should.
But you'd join the feeling if you were in the mood,
simply because my body language is quite loud and easily understood.

To be how it may,
sweat dripping of the flesh, wetter than the waters across the bay.
It's probably an overcast today.

And this feeling ain't complete,
two foreign bodies coming together to meet.
Two feelings coming into one, and then they'll repeat,
having your thighs to greet,
upon the arrival of your meal within this meat.

While that feeling comes to rise,
not being chased, and none to despise.
Like the feeling of being so close to one, failing to say your goodbyes.

Such of that feeling comes to rise.

Love songs inside the dark,
of all my misguided
thoughts;
wishing I could kiss you
in the dark,
for the taste of light.

Bleeding tips, and fallen tears
sinking into the soil
All of those who've fallen
those shattered and bruised
The unusual bunch of us
crying underneath tears of a night moon
Sad, and bleeding in our pains.

A lit fuse is my depression
ready to explode
Still no one can ever behold such an event,
instead I only implode.

Why does it feel like I'm dying inside,
slowly breaking down into a trillion pieces
Lost in the deep thought of questioning my existence,
Too many voices in my head tell me if I die now
not a lot would miss us.

Shut up,
stopping screaming in my head
I can barely hear myself breathing,
with so many voices in my head forcing in
a give in, I might give out.

Such loud voices always put me on the wrong side,
Giving their petition to have me at the place of suicide.

Shut up,
I'm not forced into listening
you're too loud, and unjust to any of my cause
I cover my ears, trying my best to resist those loud whispers.

Slowly telling me I'm worth nothing,
I've never brought anything to the table
All these voices running horse trials in my head,
need to find their place and be stable.

For if I keep listening to them,
I give them a better chance of winning
The grand scheme of it all is they only
want my downfall.
Still even when I fall, I'm not always going to be down.

I'll rise soon enough
for soon enough I'll prevail over the voices.

Shut them out,
and let the echoes dissappear.
Rising above the voices,
above they ones trying to bring me down.

Rising over chaotic voices.

she was scarred by words
painted by unholy titles
netted by momentary stomach butterflies
would love, though not loved
giving a hand, to a fistful of hate
she'd say less, they'd select
only hoping to impress, but just seen for ***

the scene plays in my head
of her story. a nightmare in my head
the tragedy of her and I are friends

If you could  feel me, you would feel what I feel right now.
O' drowning so much close to the edge of love, no-one help now.
If you could smell that scent that I find to cry about, maybe you would understand.
Then again, tasting a piece of your love was not what I planned.

To have you to be the thief of my life, stealing my very heart.
I would be your greatest crime if I didn't give you full permission. Still you tore it up.
To then build it up again, but this time with your very  essence apart of it's very existence,
O' never did I refuse your love and what it brought forth. I had no resistance.

The pain of your bitter love funny enough can be so sweet,
How you can be so cold and you still treat me well. Your love is indeed a bitter sweet treat.

You must of taught me well for me to know you as so that I can be your other half.
And your very sight knocked me off my two feet. Failing to stand straight like the new born calf.
And you must of planted a deep seed inside of me, for my love for you keeps on growing,
The very roots digging so deep. No signs of slowing.

O' you can be such a cruel one. Yes indeed.
But I'll still keep coming back to you, for one day without you makes me realize that you can be all I need.

I'm still drowning deep at the edge baby,
Drowning till I feel like losing myself. Yet  no-one rescue me, just bring me my lady.
For I'll never forget of our first love when  we locked eyes at each, at first sight.
You know I could never lose such a memory, it shines loud in my brain. So **** bright.

Drowning  away in your love is all I need.

On an ocean with a broken cigarette;
a man and the ocean had to shed a tear
Wondering if the Lord of forever was somewhere
near an ocean view; wondering if heaven on earth was ever real

As nothing is this world, ever tasted as new,
like kissing a stranger and sharing ***** secrets that you never knew
I've been lost, but not as lost in the scent
of a past lover and their nostalgic perfume

I've been a thousand places,
but not a thousand more than the sands of moments
we spent by the beach side. To now just smoking in the waters;
     feeling so washed up thinking about you

I'm a believer, world's a deceiver.
I sleep for long, I'm just a dreamer.

Plots of my own makes of a schemer
I sleep for long, I'm just a dreamer.

I carry Love, I want to give you.
I'm here to stay, I'll never leave you.

Now I'm not a strangers man or common randomness,
But this is who I am, in love with fairytale kisses and less of craziness.

Ok I ment that as a fake story told by a real life person,
So maybe today I kissed a sun and a moon yesterday and maybe these kisses left me swearing but I really  hate cursing.
Maybe I kissed a lot of girls but still don't know what was the best,
But my best could of been the one, yet I'm thinking about all the rest.

Kissing a dream while  I was daydreaming,
Tried to be kissing  a thousand girls in my head, but that plan I'm still scheming.

But what was my best kiss, still can't remember,
Somewhere in the back of my mind, just search  really deep inside from past days in September.
Those were some fairytale kisses, some good ones indeed if they're real.
But what was the best kissing tale, because I once had a kiss that left in my mouth, that taste of steel.

Back it up, way back, there's my best kiss from my first love and desire,
She was a pretty one, kissed her on the ground but I was left higher.
Matter of fact it felt so warm like campsite  fire,
Still remembering that feeling in my lips, will this kiss  be my best, I won't tell you,  to afraid of being such a  liar.

But that's just  fairytale kisses.
Just a weird man wishing for some strange wishes.

I had this piece come to me in a dream without a beginning,
but only with an end to record...

What's love: about keeping your word,
but not always knowing how it goes

What's love: as a purest scent by the intentions you
could smell, that not everyone knows

What's love: but a game; of sometimes being
an emotional sport

What's love: to a friend, as only a light promise to them;
while an enemy's revenge, is always kept by their word

And what's love meant to be, and how is it supposed to
be shown, if it just always remains a word?
  

                   ...I guess I'll never know.

Have you the nest to rest my head upon your laps,
For on this already turning world my head too is slowly spinning.

Darling if you knew the distance of my heart growing away from me you'd surely look at me with eyes of concern.

For you live just to learn, but you haven't learnt so much if you can easily count it.
And counting on me is not always a guaranteed number, but I'm taking my chances to count till infinity.

Baby if it was the right enough time for me to say this could be us, there wouldn't be enough seconds for me to say it on what time is left.

For between us both we'll make what is two to be one. But of us both one would have to make the necessary sacrifice.
Understand my ideas of marriage when I say to you I'm giving to you this life.

As I grow slowly to the idea of what the future would be, searching deeply to place my roots.
And I've found Love digging much deeper inside of me that my heart implodes.
Better yet as emotions make it explode.
And I guess for True love I'd be holding the world, taking on it's loads.

So if I ask again to find a nest on your lap to rest my head,
Don't deny me the task.
For I'd never wish in the future to beg and please for it. And maybe by then I'd never need to ask.

I have a running mind, chasing ***** thoughts
my feet are shadows of stepping into a dark past
tears made of stone; to cry and put up a wall
dreams are glass—careful not crack if they don't happen
And being in love is time, I'm just searching for someone right
to spend all my time with...

It's this longing—of longing to see
you, over the longest weekend
I hoped long enough to see you in person
to give you the longest hug

But we're long to find that beautiful moment
and our love for one another

Oh my love, they don't know you as they should.
They don't know the depths of your struggles,
the battles fought and won in silence.

They are unaware of the countless hours you
have dedicated to self-improvement, pushing
yourself beyond limits, and never giving up.
Yet, despite their ignorance, they pass judgments
on you, labeling you as different, as if they possess
a superior knowledge.

But let's not forget, my love, that we inhabit
a world that thrives on the illusion of superiority,
where everyone believes they possess the ultimate wisdom.

When is the morning
I too rise with the sun
Hidden behind the stars,
captivated by the moon
The entire universe knows who we are.

Children of most high,
dreamers all alike
Those of us whose dreams touch the sky.
Dreams will never die,
only if we put them to rest
Let them be like the stars,
Strive to be the brightest of all the rest.

The ends of space and time
seem nonexistent,
One end is the start of something new,
even from broken pieces
Sky's the limit, even in days of feeling blue.

As the days set
and surely rise again
Set your hearts down from worry,
soon rise to be brave
Follow suit in every single one of your days.

Dial, dial,
the beeping is going so long.
Hello,
do you hear my silence or best do I sing it in song.
Hours,
Here be a thousand hours filled in a bottle on this one empty call,
I lost track for a moment and had to restart. Excuse me I had to stall.

Calling all my friends,
could we meet at the corner of the bar.
Wait outside till the bouncer would blink and move past him faster than a speeding sports car.

Rather yet I should call my mother and ask her how she been.
Last I would of heard of her voice would be ages older than her. Never ment to be mean.
Yet  a bag of ten pieces of silver quarters.
Would I call my father?
Daddy, daddy ,
I don't want to go to school no more, it feels too risky like I'm still crossing illegal borders.

But I never pressed a button that held that number.
Though I could of called a doctor to cure such insanity. To it, I be it's newcomer.

To have people move past me and see into this empty box,
Thinking of who to what I would call, with my silver pieces hidden inside my socks.
Just don't try to call me right now, I probably wouldn't know the time to call you back.
This time feels too short, so it's time to set goals on all the things I lack.

She: If I was a worm, would you still love me

Me:- I'd say you wiggled yourself into my life

She: How could I ever make a mark on someone I've so badly fallen in
         love with

Me: Bite me! And by those means, you'll definitely leave your
        mark