Crush your wishes
into an unwavering foundation.
Trample upon your dreams
for they should be turned into pavement.
Carve your goal into your soul.
Shed all your tears
because your back is turned to home.
Walk away from your loved ones.
Walk away from comfort all so you can grow.
So struggle and writhe in agony.
Find pleasure in the pain
of denying to dream,
because what matters,
should be turned into reality.
Have your hands bleed,
molding every thought,
into a stone cold brick.

Manifestation is the work of God.

Laugh because you challenge
and challenge is never easy.
Laugh because you'll lose
but let it not wither your determination.
Scream because you suffer
as you defy the road of billions.
Scream because you're in agony
growing pains for the child in you
As living your dreams is what adults
see and write off as fantasy,
but it's what you and I both know
we all should do.

Defiance will risk its entire existence for its own survival.

The clarity in my reflection,
feelings ripple in the water
as they wade through my being
and paddle me in motion
like petals floating in the wind.
Rising and falling,
drawing a fourth dimension
through a parallel within.
I love and want,
want, but doubt that I should get now.
I get that I should want
but restraint keeping me in check now.

When waves are tsunamis
I overtly stress,
show that I cope
but I covertly test and
hope that you don't see
that I openly digress.

Mirky waters
and ***** waves
stir the lake,
it's a stormy day.
Hazy mist
so no reflection,
turbelent water
turns my waves
in random action.
So while I look energetic
i'm actually stagnant.

Funneling all my energy
into the storm
because I learned that from turbulence
still waters are born

I step out from my little house
in the forrest and look at my reflection in the lake.
The sandstorm within is slowly dwindling
down like the little petals in the wind.
I sit down when clarity returns right as my smile begins.

Hello old friend... it's been a while..
You wanted to experience me again?
Well yes, although I can't deny that I regret this decision.
However you're a part of life and I should at the very least acknowledge that.
You've always been a strange one..
I just wanna try and see if it works. It's difficult though.
Well, I'm rather complicated don't you think?
That's also what makes you interesting, being a part of me I don't quite understand. How are you feeling?
Well I'm rather happy, it's been a while since you gave me this much space to occupy.
I don't want to supress you, I just want to be at peace with you.
I don't
And that's where our conflict lies. I acknowledge you as a part of me but I need you to acknowledge that you are also just a part. This power struggle is senseless. It doesn't hold in line with your needs as well.
And what do I need if you understand me that well?
I don't know.. self love?
Haha! Are you ******* kidding me?
Which is exactly my point. Why hate yourself?
Because that's what I am
An extension of my emptiness and therefore nonexistent.
Harsh words
You're a harsh man.
Judging you is my job
And that's what I wanted to experience again.

We both laughed.

I will always be against you, every step of the way
Then I will acknowledge you as a part that's there to make me stronger, to make me grow.  

*Good luck

A leaf that falls from its perch
meets its death as it crumbles to dust
and is consumed by the earth.

It embodies the soil and is then
consumed again...
This time by its brethren.

A mind that falls from its perch,
its pedestal, meets its doom...
In a slow, agonising descent
that does not yield any end.

It falls endless...
crashes through layers of truth,
caught in webs of the untruthful.
Stretches apart and collapses into
itself until death comes to claim,
disguised as madness.

The scent of old books,
Tracing fingers over their ideas,
Changed by the changeless