In a land called Gold Dust, there were three men who visited a tree surrounded by sand the color of gold. The tree was as old as the land, and shimmered in the light because of some of the sand that would catch upon it.

One of the men came from a very hard life of poverty. He had nearly nothing to lose and everything to gain. He lived in this poverty since he was born, and will never see complete convenience that this world has to offer.

"I need a sip of water", this man said one day, in the shade of the tree as he dozed to sleep.

When he woke up he saw a half a coconut on the ground in front of him. The coconut was full of water, about enough to fill one cup.

Delighted, he took a sip, and then brought it to others who were thirsty, where he has been living.

Later that day, another man came to the tree, and upon the shade, the man spoke as he dozed off.

"I need water to cook today".

When he woke up, there was a jar of water in front of him. The jar was filled to the brim.

Delighted, he took hold of it, and brought it to his home, he made a large *** of food with the water and celebrated with anyone willing.

Once more, that night, a man came to the tree. The man observed the tree and it's beauty in the moonlight. He decides to lay next to the tree, and sobs.

"I don't have any water and it is hot and dry everywhere. This tree must be so satisfied to have water. I want the water that will satisfy my suffering".

The man drifted to sleep as he wept. When he woke up, there was a coconut in front of him full of water. The man became upset and decided not to take hold of it. He left the tree to search for water, but came back to find nothing but the tree in the golden sand, later that night.

"I had enough water to fill a cup, but what about water to cook something to eat? I want the water that will satisfy my suffering."

Once again he fell asleep, but when he woke up, there was a jar of water filled to the top in front of him. The man became upset and decided not to take hold of it. He left the tree and searched for water, but when he came back, the jar was also gone, and left in it's place was the tree and the sand, later that night.

"I had enough water to fill a cup, and a *** to cook food to eat, but what about enough water to find food to eat? I want the water that will satisfy my suffering".

When the man woke up, in front of him was an ocean of water, fishes, and a nice breeze that came from the water. The man became upset, because although he finally got what he wanted, there were people fishing In the ocean, and all by the water.

"Woe is me, everyone who asked for water, got what they wanted, but why not me. Why are all these people touching my water."

In the sky, a voice could be heard.
"I gave you what you asked for, are you not satisfied, because I gave these people the same?"

The man fell to the ground, but did not lose his sorrow.

"They may have water"

Out the mans mouth were words that could not be found in his heart.

The man, came to the tree and spoke again, in the middle of the night.

"I would like a wall to hide the water behind it. I would like a ladder attached to the wall, but only I can climb it. They will have to find another way to get the water."

In the morning, there was a large wall of sand that covered the sight of the water from the people of the land. The only person who could see the glass ladder to climb the wall was the man. Using leaves and mud to climb the ladder, he found the sight of the water, but when he got to the other side, it was filled with water.

"I cannot swim, this is too much water for only me, someone help me, out of my water"

But when people heard his cries, they realized there was no way to get up to him, as the ladder could not be seen by anyone else.

The man cried and begged to be let out, but no one could help...
The water washed the man away, and in the belly of the water was the man, in the belly of a family of fishes.

Eventually, the sand wall was cracked by the pressure of the water, and water came down and into the land. The people were prepared for the water to overflow, so they prepared ditches for the water to stream through.

When the water streamed through the ditches the water never stopped, and the people never ran out of water again.

The End.

Who would have known what was meant to be
Some could call it alone, but some would call it free
With all the bodies falling, formed into their ghost
Away they go, to never be as close
Alone again upon the deep blue sea
Amount of trust to fall into deceit
I wish i never made those deals
I wish you all knew how it feels

For every tomb, there is a ghost in there
And sometime soon, they blend into the air

And that's what this all ends up being
Crawling the graves of the lost beings

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.

Can there be anything better than this?

When the grass now can dance, and the flowers can swing
When the sun smiles wide, and the birds start to sing
As the clouds, all fade out, as waters soon do shine
For the butterflies fly, and the humans are kind

Must I ask it again, what is better than this?

May no rain come down unless plants start to wither
Or animals cry because they see the winter
Please, know that the heat can only do so much
So then nothing is better, there's nothing of such

When lights of the cities make way for the stars
As the night meets the calming, silence mutes the cars
So we dance in the night or we sleep till the day
For there's nothing to fear on this good holiday
I simply hope that you know that-that is okay

And that you too have a wonderful, fun, holiday.

I have a heart for you,
Maybe one, maybe two,
and as my days move forward, I notice that the heart grew,
So let me sit my other one down on you,
I can take you to the wonderland,
But you gotta go down into the hole, deeper than you think you can,
And when you wake up again, you'll see me looking back for you,
But don't let this roller coaster scare you,
And yeah, I have some magic boo,
I'll let you do some tricks with my wand too,
I'll touch your heart when you touch your toes
Baby, I'm the king of hearts, but I'm the lover of souls

Heart
It desires to bind two that corrupt their natures
Pounding at its door, hoping to leap out into a new story
Heart
Pained, it complains, as it should
How unfair, how expected.

Snow
So complex and simple, ice formed art created from the tears of the sky, cast collectively, crafted by the pain the world shivers...
Hoping to coat the world, maybe then will it feel peace.
Snow
Sharing many forms, wet, dry, sticky...I wonder, what you want...
that answer is simple; the heart

Ash
Seeping somberly from the remains of the forgotten
Sad yet beautiful in your own way, complex yet so ordinary, compiled of the tears of destruction. Why do you glow so confusingly? How I wish you'd glow forever...because you want to be beautiful, but you leave stains on the heart

This is a sad love story, but it has a chance to change

My keyboard makes music out of my tears
With ever fear I feel and every smile I bring
With the madness that takes me
With the rage I sing

Like she once said
It's not easy to read to them what's in my head
So we write it instead...
While we grip to our beds

I'm stuck okay,
I don't need to tell them how deep I'm in this
Rapid fire, dancing liars, a choir of fire
I couldn't get shyer, my pleas will be dire

With my sensitivity
My emotions exploding
My complicated thinking
My heart that's bleeding

You know what...fudge it
I try and I cry and I even ask why
But when does it matter
I know we all feel the weight...










But why do they diminish what makes my soul ache
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But its okay

I don't have much else to say

I'm going to continue to play the silent game

I see no darkness

I hear no bitterness

I speak nothing heartless

Evil does not run me

Why let it run them?

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

If you saw the lyrics of the song you listen to before you heard it wonder if you'd care about it as much.

If i had to describe what I feel...



I feel as though I just realized that I am the joke...
That the universe is a being of beings, telling a joke in it's mind...
And that, among the many other jokes it may be telling,

I am one in particular.
I make the universe laugh each time it tells my joke,
no matter how repetitive the joke may be...

And while the universe laughs, it's bellowing earthquakes shake me
Shattering me like glass...fast, I reform, back into one...though now,
I'm broken.


if I were a cloud, heavy with rain, I'd have no rain left to release.
i.
am.
tired...


but I don't get to stop. The crops do thank me, sometimes...


Crumbling inside, turning me into a decoration of beauty to display before so many nothings. My walls have made me into a snow globe of destruction, for this petty world to profit from,
no more.

They watch me, laughing with the universe...


It's funny...cause I'm alone. Get it?
The black sheep is alone.
As expected, to not be understood, but to always be the last picked,

I will never understand why a drunk man would ever tell someone not to drink...


because you think your poison will be the reason I sink?

I'm already in the hole, sharing my space with disgrace, misery loves company...

I am that company. Because I have a heart for others...
Maybe I am the problem.

Maybe I should take back my heart...

If I am going to be a joke, I refuse to be a bad one.
If I am going to be a black sheep, at least I will be seen.

And if I am going to be seen, I will be marveled...
After all, down here, you don't stop falling.

Words cannot describe the feeling of sinking faster and faster into a

never-ending chain of darkness, fear for a perpetual resolve that will

never come.

A pulsation of many emotions, just to be left with the agony of

emptiness.

Hollowed out like a dead man's skull,

A soul carved out of a now disposable casket.

Hollow, be thy name.

This sorrow, unforgiven, Hollow, be thy name.

The screams, they come, the pain has won, as cursed and filled with aggression.

Give me today some mercy instead, and forgive me my debt, and I might just feel better.

And please change this sensation, and make hope believable.

I don' like this feeling filling, festering inside of me.
A boiling juice of jaded envy, too much of it to really see.
I've not a home where I exist but call me crazy, you'll insist,
I feel alone in all of this, but when I share, I'm just dismissed.
Black cat in a field of gold, my lore is just a timid gist.

Turn the lights on,
so you can see my body
shimmering,
glazed by the honey shea cocoa butter.
Like a crystal reflecting the vanilla notes of the sweet somethings floating off of your tongue.

I come to you, eyes focused on yours.
You mean so much to me,
enough for me to expose my body.
Look at me,
Tell me, what do you see...

I don't usually crave milk chocolate,
the warm and hypnotic taste,
pouring down my throat,
into my spirit.

I can't help it right now,
Because you have my hips in your grip,

Rocking and falling,
swinging and calling
baby
baby
I feel intoxicated in this honey shea cocoa butter.

I bite my lip,
and I reach in for a kiss
slipping,
sliding,
my mouth and yours,
reaching for each other,
to get closer
Caressing your body,
with my fingers,
writing love tones with my features

Trailing your art with my words,
writing them all with my tongue,
down
down
down


you're looking at me,
but not with just your eyes
exposed,
Your body's staring back at me too
shimmering with the honey shea cocoa butter

I didn't use to be this way
At least not with anyone else
But then you touched my soul
So Let me touch yours too

Shamed by my body for so long,
scars,
marks,
a healing broken heart.

Walls built by the past,
I didn't think I'd meet a soul that could get through the last
But you're a surprise

Looking at me
A hot chocolate serenity,
Love bites,
******* on your skin,
let me in
I want to touch your soul too

Let's make love, like a love poem can do

Have you ever heard the saying, If you play with fire, you're bound to get burned?

Well, to me, I think it's just as bad as touching the hot water. The difference is that, if you do not have control over the water, you can't really tell the difference of whether it's cold or hot until you touch it.

Now don't get me wrong, you could probably feel that tiny whiff of heat or cool air, but it's not as easy as looking at a fire and thinking it'll be hot.

So, why am I telling you this...

Well, water is the same color, whether hot or cold.

Cold water does not hurt you as quickly as hot water, yet it still hurts.

People are like hot water.

Life is like cold water.

And you...your soul...conscious, if you don't believe in those, that's lukewarm.

Cold water can feel really good when thirsty,
And hot water feels good when bathing,

But lukewarm water...it's simply lukewarm.

Not bad, but not good.

Not all witches ride a broom
We all don't praise the fated doom
And some of us do have a soul
When did we sing out to the moon
Not every spell needs sacrifice
Sometimes we love to dance and laugh
October's a grand season, yes
We celebrate it like our last
Be careful who you tamper with
You'll hate unfortunate results
My point, of course, in all of this
To tell you that we can be bad
However, know that that's not it
If you met us you might be glad
We can be great and lots of fun
We love to go out for a ball
Don't judge a book by the cover
If you choose to you may feel mauled
Let this be your real reminder
We don't see souls like we see dolls

In the end, someone has to lose.
Whether it be real or more so symbolic.
For those whom may not be heard, your losses will bring about another's voice.
For those who may not be seen, your losses will bring sight to another.
Sometimes you win the most when you lose humbly.
Truthfully, as bitter as old dark cold coffee, you may one day suffer.
Your only chance out will be taken by someone who's had many doors, yet they only use them as trophies.
They may not use a single one for their purpose, and you'll have to let that simmer into your mind.
Just remember, that person may have what you need but is probably dying inside.

Lose humbly.

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

All those nights Giddy on energy
Just to get treated like a loose and ***** penny...

Limited mindset made you think there's plenty
I'm not like your pile, I'm rare to the many.

My cost may lack profit
My value skyrockets
I'm not high on ego
Your eyes left your sockets
I've given you your chance
I'm the limited edition

Cause I am my only
And you've made your decision.

A cascade of moods flush my seemingly eternal slumber,
Reminding me that I am, in fact, alive.
Although, I don't feel very alive, latched to cumber.
A battle where winning is something to strive.
A game of trials where I battle alone.
No amount of pleading will change me my fate.
Something's hunting for my soul until it is gone.
It's hard to walk humbly in a world full of hate.

I'm watched by bystanders who relate but hide.
To make me feel alone, excuse it with pride.
You must have people, so for that, you are wrong.
They tell themselves this 'til I've broke and I've died.
I question their motives, now that I'm a ghost.
How could someone love so **** selfishly cruel?
You love for some people, yet in that, you boast.
They're hypocrites, and I love like a fool.

Wonder
What
We'd
Win

If
Important
Interests

Lasted
Longer

:/

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.

Lucidity is something we take for granted.
I sure do...
And yet I move on with my life blindly...
And so do you too.
As we ponder out our night,
Planning out our next move.
Praying away all future strifes,
To ourselves for better moods,
We know this world not be as sound.
Where is the end leading us to?
The end being a power outage...
Our end we shut down when life's due.

Traveling down a spiraling tunnel
I'm a bundled complexity
Reversing forward growing small
Contradict reality
Black nor white nor gold nor silver
Full of color, colorblind
Liquid bliss comes raining down
Shower me with the sunshine
Blinking sinking water sand
Waves go crashing like the land
Grinding bones like greasy lips
Icy hairs with blazing tips
Oracle but nothing live
I think I am going down
Maybe I'm losing my mind
Since it's probably lost sound

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.

There's this weight that numbs my entire body.
I rarely ever feel awake enough to call for someone.
Smiling here and there, winging my existence.
Attempting to attempt to go with the unpredictable flow.
It's stripping the lives I invest in, bankrupting me of any connections.
Isolated by everything but darkness, seeping in, like an infection.
Neglected and forgotten, oh no, there goes my monophobia.
Rapidly repeating this cycle of depravity, what a f*cking tragedy.
My fortune is as fortunate as living but being brain dead.
Instead of ever really feeling here, disconnected, stuck in bed.
Like this evil aura projects a demon over the body of a moth.
I'm being abused by something, blinding me, i'm lost.
I'm no one's friend, no one's love interest, no one's first choice.
Not that I want that, but I only really ever just wanted love.
But the one thing I wanted, when I could have wished for anything,
Is the one thing that constantly gets taken away from me...
I just don't want to feel alone, forgotten, on my own...
There goes my monophobia...anxiety is elevating.
I don't have panic attacks, so where does it all go?
Building up an evil to consume my soul?
Trapped in a life built on feeling like a fool, not too good not so bad.
I want to scream, let my tears stream, but I feel stuck.
In the end, I can't even cry, I just move on...
And it laughs, playing with it's little brittle fingers
Watching me break and mold until I'm cold and too old
Like a moth with it's wings ripped off at birth with the wish to fly.
This evil thing is using me as a sacrifice and it wants me to die.