Rested petals on the pondering pond, rippling many waves anew,
As the sun peels back the color of the pond, and the heat did a dance,
Within the pond, a new restoration calms the mind of mother nature.

Sending wind into the world, a breath of air branching all around, the flowers mingle and send away their children, time blesses the world with the golden hour.

In charge of the towering army of many, the stallion leads the family of lions. Zebras, elephants, they all came with fury, towards the platinum steed, the amplifier of the sun.

Human kind, constructs of complexity, an alien race formed of the gaping surplex within the eye of the universe, aligned along the seven suns and eleven moons, forming a path into the embodiment of sin, rejection of the Almigonium, Omni Imperium.

Path paved on the poor pervasion of pleasure, and now we exist, many horrors and miracles. Soon, solidified in the many signs of Almigo omni, inscribed in the all truth, the end

Painful is the feeling I experience when I hear the songs you left me with.

I heard someone laugh the same laugh that you did...and I felt my heart sink.

I often ponder you, wondering why I ponder you, but to no avail, I've yet to gain that answer.

It's the bite of bitter experience that I sink before; what did I do to need to go through such trivial...*******?

That's a repetitive thought that dances through my mind.

I sometimes wonder if I am blind, or if maybe I've gone crazy, but lately, I feel like I've been simply trying to decode this puzzle our scenario has placed on my heart.

I'm no longer looking for closure; it was never promised. I am looking for detachment, because I feel less human the more I'm reminded of your existence.

I hope, somehow, this is something I will laugh at in the future.

In the silence, behind the darkened void, I still; alone.

Even the man with the least layers can be served the heaviest burden.
Willow may the tears stream, a puddle for every pound of pressure. The world is weakened by the seams that men produced and sewn it in.
A catalyst formed to start the war within the men who bore the fate, a fate formed from existing here, a tragic tale that crept to take.
A star-bound mind filled full of worlds, corrupted by the heart of I, the human soul; a dogged gift.
A will to live until complete.
The burden is a punishment, i'd never dare to wish nor seek.

Imagine you've cut a cake five or six times, each slice having the same color, however, a different shade.

Now replace the cake with sides of oneself.
Now Replace oneself with Me; I am that cake.

The me that is of a higher mind, which I consider my conscious.
I have a side of me that only manifests when drunk.
A side of me that only manifests when high.
The me who is sober.
The me that represents my thinking.
And then there is him, Malum.

The darkest slice of the cake. He lurks, spectating, snickering...planning.
He's the voice in my head that wishes I were dead...so that he could swallow my vessel and turn it into his own.

He and I have a contract; I am to control and maintain my body, so long as I never been put into a full-on life-or-death position, or I am not mentally sacrificial.

I've witnessed potential realities in which he had control...and it's terrifying.

I hope he never gets out.
I am not afraid to fight, because I fear failure; I am afraid of Malum and what he will do. He is not human...and he definitely doesn't fight for humanity.

He is the me that wanted the world to burn...and he still does. He has no empathy, no sympathy, and he craves destruction. He's calculated, analytical, and he lacks love. He is pure evil...and he is waiting.

He is waiting for me to die.
So that he can swallow me alive, and turn the world upside down.

Settle,
I want you to calm down
As there are things to provoke you

Still,
No need to turn blue
You're enough as is

my,
How passionate you are
What a beauty, a star

Soft-spoken,
To speak in a whisper
I hear your melodies

Heart,
Please don't fall into the temptations
They want to see you dead

Stones; collected by the lonely,
Gripped, forgotten, until they're one with their bodies,
Held with regret, hoping that their actions reset time,
Rewind; a pause in time set into motion when they're blind,
Kindly following their fate, toward, in line,
No crime like living accordingly to what was given to you,
Lacking the resources to live, a limitation unacceptable,
Surging little fires everywhere, losing control,
Capsizing that within the power, how do you feel?
How does it feel to feel out of control,
Linking all wrongdoing to the under controlled,
Bold; making out the obvious in pain the villain,
Smoke rising, the war isn't over, because you've yet to see it,
This wasn't meant to be a war, nor an argument, but a call out,
We challenge the monsters that stand up when we've fallen;
We will sing till you repeat our words subconsciously,
And once you realize what you've done,
It'll only be a matter of time when the silly game you made,
It's a game that you lost, and it's a game that we have won.

They were opened,
Revealing a world in constant motion,
Colored and coated with this commotion,
Gripped and grabbed by the chosen,
Opened, but blinded,
Taken and tried, ignited,
A time before, I didn't mind it,
But now I mind it

I was better together and intact,
But now I wonder if I have even my own back,
Always feeling so stuck in this reality,
Confined, is this how it's supposed to be?

Feels like a day that lasts forever,
Losing time, guess erase the never,
Where did my mind go, lost my sanity,
Could I do anything to finally be free?

Could it be any better, I always ponder,
Maybe this is a test disguised as a taunter,
I feel it's getting harder to clearly even see,
Feelings confined in things that used to be normal to me...

Clipped by the cage you're confined in,
Dark and compliant, a conflicted life of air,
All faces remembered, those who are in debt to the raven's snare,
Inspired by shadows that lurk in the sun, the ones with many sins,
You have a story to tell, but one mustn't dwell,
You will sing your family's name, let it echo like a bell,

Caged raven...what is it you think?

I've been thinking about you
Casually conversating about to-dos
Flashing images serenading me
You're a friend I wish I could see
But you only sing in my head
Out in the world, I'm never said
So I ponder alone, in a drugged-out dread
Laughing in a corner with my only friend
As the world falls over, and so does my bed
I'm in my head with my only begotten friend.

It's the journey within that cracks open the shell without
Splitting open a sealed perfection only meant to be an accessory
More than that, it now became living art, a walking melody
But little it knows the bigger it's meaning, it picks at it's every crack
So miserable, so blinded, hard to keep something so broken intact
Walking mayhem, it blames the world, a shattered ID running amok
How must it ever see its beauty if it destroys the witnesses that look
A classical tell of a an art piece that made its own price
When if it accepted it's flawed, it would have been that, but twice
Now It knows not what it should, but what it assumes the world is
Forever trapped in its head, a place for the dead, art corpse-fed
And until there's nothing to destroy, it'll continue but then
It will see what a beautiful catastrophe it's made In the end.
Art that made art, painted with the anger of a misunderstanding
Art can't see that it's art, so it made art until it saw what it tore apart...

I'm sorry.

You'd like to be evil...

You want to hurt people.

You think it's fun.

Evil people get to have all the fun...?

You want power.

You want control.




...You're broken. A record that can be read as clear as day.
You don't know true evil.
If you'd like an example, all you'd have to do is ask.


You're afraid to be simple...
But you're nothing but simple.
And that's ok.

Stop trying so hard to be alien for ***** sake.
You're destroying yourself...and that will only hurt you and those you love.


You need to be dismantled, so that you can be built back up...and stronger.

Your foundation is built on resentment. Destruction.
Bitterness.
You call the darkness your friend. But the darkness wants to eat you, and digest you. You're afraid of the light.

What would we see if it was shining on you?
Simple, a broken art piece.

But that's ok. That's enough. You are good enough as that. We all are broken art pieces. And we all are unique, but ironically not any better than anyone else

So accept yourself. I'm right here with you. Always have been, even if you can't see me. And I will be there with you, to build you up. You deserve a friend who will be there for the better you. We all do, when we're ready to accept them.

Now wake up, pat your knees, do a stretch. Let's do this adventure, but together.

I need a friend, and I believe you're more than enough.

Potent Flower
Send your fragrance to my cognition
Opened hour
Live a little at time sinking slow ignition
Our eyes on a mission
Snow-bound emperor moth at night
Itsy simple and lessons brittle
I opened my eyes once and I see more than thought
A riddle of words making bigger bending moments
Now ponder the answers you came here and sought

To those who ponder,

Tell me, is it for your own satisfaction?
Unraveling a neverending clip of thoughts and processing,
Revealing the clarity and full picture of a puzzle never-ceasing?
Or are you simply pretentious?

Locked behind this image,
Playing Solomon; I only wave my tongue to those I deem "deep",
Is this how you pay your attention?
Or do you simply catch on to those YOU relate to?

Sometimes it's easier to tell who is more deserving and who you would rather lend your voice to.

You see, I am not a poet. I don't consider myself such. I am a ponderer who expresses myself best through text, somehow.

So, to those who ponder,

What is your intention?
Do you care to mention?

I'm just a boy in a sea full of stars
Wishing that I could share what spans wide and so far
In this litten abyss going farther than mars
It's a wonder-lit-land that's where our spirits are

And you're just a boy, just like little ole me
Wanting something so close, full of love but believe
That this story will stream farther than we can see,
Cause it's you and it's me and my love, we're a team

That goes on and on
Like the universe
We go further, stronger when we are immersed
This is our union, united in love
We're ourselves with each other
Formed from two into one

Yes, I'm just a boy who was once one before
Who had no one to hold, I was me, just a bore
Then I found me my star still living in my heart
Came to life now you're here, caused a new beat to start

As I fill up again sharing life hand-in-hand with you
Holding me closely cause that is the plan
Where you build me on up and I same on to you
Come transformed and better, a journey for us two.

If I held my breath every time I thought of you, I wonder if I'd die,
Set in pause, held there forever in my subconscious, lingering,
Parasite,
You're not what I fear.

I've lost my words to play the right song,
So instead I smile and I play along,
If for every time I wanted to scream, erasing you from my dreams...,
Would I drone in the background, neverending?

What's this that I cannot wipe away, ash and shadows, symbols of decay,
Ghosted by hope, I hope to one day forget all of you that lingers,

Because unless you come to me as a polar opposite of the one that broke me...
I'll never be able to remove the grip of your fingers.

Potency pours into passion the moment one feels hope or threat.
The dead produces wisdom from the trails their lives left.
Even the wisest man must die, and all that die leave a trail to continue from.
To make a new trail is to open up opportunity, but to wander upon the same steps of the previous trail is to repeat history.

There's a story to be told
One with hidden treasure and gold
All you need as the keys to receive
Are some patience and humility...

There was a foundation set in motion to walk upon
Broken by the chains of a destructive bond
An insecure one and a soul as black as soot
Both broken and bruised by the world's cold heavy boot.

Once in a time, the two had met, a week in and war was set
They both saw it coming
But only one intended to leave it with something.

Fallen they were when the smoke finally fled
Soul shattered, the insecure, nearly dead
The darkened one made way with the fallen heart
For to ****** away hearts was how this dark being was fed.

Could it have been avoided, yes
But hope and desperation was what set this fight into motion
Many nights and many days have passed
But the insecure one's mind is frantic with commotion

One day the insecure grew into a new self,
One so much stronger and abundant in mental wealth
A heart that could forgive such a tragedy,
On a search to willingly promote that dark soul's better health.

Wherever this tale may venture to,
Hopefully, it's somewhere good and healthy too,
For if it prospers so too will a reason to hope,
As a heart with some form of hope, it is a soul, in any state, that can cope.

Sometimes i let the weight of the world crush me,
But i don't even have to hold it...



i've been in hell, have came back, and couldn't tell the difference,
but what i've learned, and what i've endured prepared me for the blessing i was going to inevitably have.

All I had to do was not give up.


So...don't give up. A blessing is on it's way.
Let's do this together.

Steady
Anxiety climbing up my back as we cling and latch on,
Pulling, gripping, 'til we're up, up, up, and on top,
Paused
Peering out at the world, gawking and gazing,
Vision reformed into the lens of a fishbowl,
Intensity
Sweat racing down our faces as our hearts patter more paces,
******
Yanked by the Earth, like lightning from the sky,
Why, oh, why, we yell with no tears to cry,
Falling
Exciting as it may be, terrifying, we fall, fall, fall,
Tantalizing
An ending to the torment, so close but so far from our fingertips,
Spun around and tossed, like a pinball to a jester, tricked, fooled,
Entertained
A little under the weather, we're getting kind of queasy,
Hoarse from all the screaming, some are kind of Weezy,
Calm
At the end of the rollercoaster, shock, pause, disheveled,
What a journey it is, what a wonder, fun, scary, hard, emotional,
End

I can't get you out of my mind...
And yet I've already left yours...
I just want to be someone a good and mutual love could find
But i always get dropped like your unwanted chores...

Can't you see my smile, behind all of my bleeding
No wonder you find it wild, that it's tears that I am seeping
I've cause my own destruction, though I knew feelings were fatal

and now i'm here dying slowly
in a world so ******* hateful

I didn't ask to like you, no
I wanted to forget you, but instead, now i know

all these little unnecessities that I don't need to, so


here i am dying...alive...heart becoming hollow

Slowly withering, like a plant, gone by the tiniest winds blow

Ever since i met this world
I always found myself in trouble
stumbling over the bodies of the empty
and influenced by poison, seeing double
Someone wants to see my fall
And I find that some type of funny
Because I don't see that as a loss at all
Cause i'm the bee and I make the honey
See, I control what they can see
And I maneuver what they will not
I can play the game too
But I simply choose not to, no one's at fault

I haven't always been this lost
Playing cat and mouse in an amazon maze
Peeking through the leaves and all the moss
For a path outside of this confusion game
Holding gems and such to say i'm safe
From a broken heart and feeling disgraced
Cast a spell or two to mend my faith
Bending illusions to clean the waste
I can see myself winning tonight
And that kind of builds my confidence
No more smiles, i'm not a fool, alright,
Sudden transformation in an instance,
I can be victorious without a clue

Did someone crank up the gravity?
It's getting harder to smile...
Like my lips are being held down by weights.
Feeling as though I am being pressed into the Earth.
Crushed by this neverending game over...
It's becoming harder to smile.

Let alone, breathe.

I've tripped on a pebble colored by the rain,
I've stumbled and fallen, but little there pain,
Continued my journey, not much thought I've gained,
Just caution is key, nothing really to blame,

Go walking and walking along the paved path,
Hope this time I won't trip and fall on my ***,
No trouble there was for me to form a laugh,
Sometimes a tumble can be more good than bad,

So Life, a game, where struggles will double through,
Though winning is simple, surprisingly true,
Just value the memories, let out your laughs,
Cause once the games over that will be your last,

Life, life, oh what a grand game,
Where knowing something and winning aren't the same,
Life, life, the tales it entrusts,
Be wary, or you might end up in the dust,

So now that you know a little about it,
I hope you have fun, or at least just a bit,
Cause no matter what, you are here, you must play,
And no one fully knows what's after either way.

Brought from Heaven
Made from a spell
Summon an angel
Ring the honey-bell
Fall from the sky
Wish upon the star
Here I come, my love
I'm closer than I am far
See that shimmering
Reach out to grasp it
Cause it's me smiling
Something you won't resist
Bring out a miracle
Enjoy the fortune
Feel the serenity
Let me sing you a love tune

Sometimes pain can be really funny,
Especially when you saw it coming,
You had the chance to dodge the gun, but stood like a deer, shot dead
But what's the funniest is that you never really die,
Stuck on an endless repeat of the same journey,
But it becomes less than surprising,
And you wonder if you can ever really beat it,
But that's why it's so funny,
You have the knowledge, but that's the theme of fate,
No matter how much you know, you'll never really win,
All you can do is accept that you're out of control,
And then maybe, maybe it'll end.

We had something that never happened
Lost, uncertain, no control
Kids on a playground, ring-o-round,
Livid souls, trying to run but are trapped in

Suited like a shadow with multiple resting faces
Soul sunken into my shoes in my rainbow shoelaces

Apple in my throat, choking on my emotions
Anxious, paranoid, the same typical symptoms
I feel a little crazy, but at least it's kind of fun
It's a scary day when the depression comes

Captivate my flickering,
This hearts a costume, playing daydream
I'm tired of running the same old mazes
Time to tie up my rainbow shoelaces

I'm trying to capture these feelings and set them free
one
by
one
Sending them away with notes of mind
Opening my relic of emotions to unwind
But I come to realize that I'm SOOOO
e m o t i o n a l
And I'm overwhelmed with not enough room to let them fly
It's getting hard to breathe
Typing this, I feel trapped, clogged
Something swelling my soul with too much
I'm disappointed, but not surprised
I'm happy and thankful, but I also want to cry
When did we start to casually want to die
Why do I ponder why do I try
Yet I also feel content
I could spend time at home or stay here with my friends
I like a boy who's too far ahead to see me
And when I could have set him free
...

i'm emotional
unstable is an understatement
i feel like the embodiment of chaos
yet i also feel like order
somehow i am like a painting that is a beautiful catastrophe
i don't know how to express myself
i feel like i'm in a game where the point is to simply accept that you can only lose
but i don't only lose, not all the time
i lose and win and lose at acknowledge my winning
i'm never satisfied because the one win i want i continue to lose at
i just want that and it's like a carrot dangled in my face
i-
i-
i-


how do i feel so constrained in such a spacious room
why do i feel so enclosed in a world so big
enslaved behind a glass peering into a room labeled free


why am i so emotional