The guns won.
Humanity lost.

The love we thought we all shared,
Shattered and the shards pierced our eyes.
The dead wanted to stay dead,
But those who are slaughtered from the soul
Want all of us to be that way too.

Hollow
Dry
Hungry
Loveless.

On this day, I don't even want to pray.
I have seen what religion does to people.

It's not a War that's brewing,
It's a force field:
One that hides us from each other,
One that forbids communication.

We are a confused people.
Painting our false faces won't help.
And now,
I don't know what will.

Don't detach yourself.
It is not wrong to love

Something
Someone.

Look at the piece of earth in your hands.
That is your entire world.
That is your gravity.
That is your rock,
That you use to fill your pockets for weight.

Don't detach.

You
       Might          
    
Just

                        Float

                                                 Away

The star-studded velvet sky
Where the transcendent lay
Each twinkle seems an illusion
A radiant endeavour to fulfil
A scene, so picturesque
Embracing a unique marvel

Beaming with eternal bliss
The sky; unceasing
With an intense gleam, a faint smile
An angel watches over
A promising energy
Surges through the desolate emptiness

The moon, with an extraordinary shine
Beams across the darkness
A divinity fills my heart
Is this the empowering shine
of the moonlit candle?

The golden rays of the sun
The emerald sky
Adorned by perfect clouds
Studded with diamonds,
I see this all through
the coloured glass

I see prodigious birds
Flying high,
My heart sees a dream,
Hoping to reach the sky;
A dream that is unique
Yet a vision that is unsung

Ambitions extend beyond
the frame of this oval window
My faith is spirited
Hope knows no end;
But rationality mocks at this
Can my dreams really soar?

When the sky is overcast
And the clouds are grey,
My heart sinks
But now the heavens are bright,
I see the light...the silver lining
Yes! My dreams do have wings!

A person who uses logic
needs plenty to make little
But
A person who uses creativity
needs little to make plenty...

The body. This world
Impermanence it is
All things material
Waiting to evaporate

The moon. The sky
Never again will we see
Through the same eyes
In another lifetime

The name. The money
We shall lose
When we move on
Beyond this small sphere

The emotions. The memories
Drained out and gone
As some hold on to life
As some gladly let go

The bones. The flesh
All wither away
Like the petals of a flower
Plucked out and buried

The soul. The spirit
Clinging to it,
We seek another body;
Another world to call our own

Birth. Rebirth
An unending cycle
Until one day
We finally rest in peace

I don't think deep thoughts every day.
I think of them when I'm alone in a car, with my headphones on,
And when I'm on a bus, when I don't have a friend to pass the time.

The buildings rush by me, and I concentrate on their cracks and blemishes
Only for those few seconds.

But in those few seconds:
I think about how that particular crack came to be,
Why that particular color was chosen,
Why they weren't able to afford a better house,
My favorite memories,
My best friends,
My favorite songs,
How poor our society is,
How I want to help,
How I know that whatever I do,
Things will always revert to what they were.

You want me to cut straight to the deep stuff,
To have intelligent conversation,
To ask me my opinion on everything.
You can ask me all you want,
But I already would have forgotten the answers.

I thought I knew you.
I thought I knew what you liked,
What you knew,
What you were.
I thought that you knew your limits.

But now I wonder
If you were ever that person at all,
If it really was you,
Talking with me,
Laughing with me,
Making me feel safe.

But was I ever safe?

I try to think about how
I myself have changed,
And I can't even figure out why.

Everything is abstract.
Can change in a second.
Doesn't need to follow a pattern at all.

Knowing that I may never know the true you
Ever again
Scares me more than life itself.