Let's stay shadows
dancing in the face of light

Let's masquerade at a ball for two;
A private venue just for me and you

We could really let go,
work something out
We could stay timelessly young
&
Sing until out lungs give out

Shut down our minds,
just for tonight

We could really do it

*If I was at the right place,
if you had the time.

Undercover, Spy-like
Wondering if I'm your type
Take a quick guess to
Figure out this mess;
You simply cant-
My words are overdressed.
You can never tell.
Features adorning a mask
of pure  insincerity- Alas!
What I am or what I may be
The lies are always some kind of me.
You don't know me, Nobody does
For I've never known
How to blindly trust
Leaving it behind
Every ******* time
The past continues to turn to dust
A path of ashes
trailing behind me
Lingering at
my frozen feet
I am suspicious mystery-
Incognito history.

This cigarette stayed
between my lips
longer than
you ever did.

Memories, smoke
You polluted my mind,
I puffed out a cloud;
You diffused sky high.

I'd rather die
From my lungs screaming,

I'd rather die
A woman without feelings.

Cigarettes burn out,
Every smoke cloud fades,
I hope I don't last
For another decade.

Rapid changes colour the days
Time rushes forward, weeks become grey
Moments don't last & memories fade
Next year I'll wonder how this one passed

Trudging along this endless road
Stuck at the end; a T-junction
I read the map just yesterday,
Despite my efforts, I've lost my way.

Make more mistakes; I never learn
As the winter bonfires fight to burn
Mistakes have paved my path so far
Next year should be just as bizarre!

The steady rhythm
Of your existence
Beating against my chest

It's beanie season
And I can see us
Condensing with your breath

It's cold outside
And I crave your warmth
So let's lay all day in bed

I'll make you a mug
Of some chocolatey stuff
Or maybe a traditional tea

Because winter's my favourite
Time of the year
As long as you spend it with *me

The gypsy life,
never in one place twice.
Always on the go,
metaphorically so.

The gypsy mind,
it's one of a kind.
Always changing,
rearranging.

The gypsy type,
they never think twice.
So easy to lose,
*They're too fast for you.

Prodigious minds

Burning inside

Chasing their lives

Drowning in tides

The mind of a genius

Fungusified

The madness has died

It's unjustified

Because 'they' never learn
That it's not all about grades,
In fact sometimes it never has been.

But if you were to invent
Some ingenious contraption
You would become famous, you see.

So many bright minds
But most of the light died
On the way to adulthood, from their teens.

I've never felt pride
When my A's, they shine
Because it hasn't a link to me.*

Side note:

Just a little poem to rant about how unfair life can be, when your brains are only thought to be clever due to your grades. Think about the ones who basically created the subjects, added those complicated formulas they thought up. They were thought of as idiots, some of them. Until they made mind-blowing discoveries. I
recently watched this video called 'don't stay in school' by boyinaband on YouTube, and despite its name, it's actually a pretty intelligent argument. I fully agree with its statement. (The guy explains in another video that he didn't literally mean don't stay in school, it was to strengthen his point and catch the attention of anyone interested.) The video argues about how some things we learn in this education system are completely pointless, and useless if we compare them to other things which will actually help us prosper and understand this for our future.

I try to write you back,
but were you ever mine to write?

Because when you live on a sphere,
there's nowhere to run.
You'll just keep running until you get tired, and accept defeat.
When your options of freedom deceive you,
when they add up to some other form of what you're going through,
there's nothing much you can do.
Because when everybody around you breaks their word
and you've got nobody,
what can you really do
but pray the ground doesn't fall through?  
The fragility of trust has yet to be acknowledged, it seems.
I guess I'll just keep walking down this never ending road,
because I've nowhere else I can really go.
And maybe I'll find another unfortunate being, as lost as I am.
Maybe we could work this out together.
*Maybe we can all someday, somehow
Find our way home.

Light eyes
Telling white lies
Yeah, you're a bad guy
demons shining brighter
than the summer skies

Sky high
I'm soaring; wide-eyed
Glide over hillsides
Heart racing,
beating like the timeless tides

Let's never turn back
to the shoreside

Hold tight
'cause it's a wild ride
When you leave, remember me
As silences & midnight cries

Let's hide
Someplace with nightlights
Let out your dark side
Watch your ghosts roam alone
for one night

Tonight
The bad guys
With starry eyes
Rule my starless sky

Falling for a poet
is like swimming in an ocean
of warm, blue water,
with currents that never cease
and waves with a constant flow.

Natural, the water is,
though some would call it
*****, unfiltered* & dangerous-
and dangerous it is, absolutely!
Swim in too deep and
you'd probably drown in its volume!

Oceans cannot be tamed,
Oceans cannot be blamed,
Oceans can be changed.

But if you do get out of the ocean alive,
if you do manage to conditionally survive,
you would be leaving the water
*****, poisoned & polluted.  

Hence, the poet shall write.

My heart is full of emptiness

My brain is full of mindless thoughts

My lungs are full of words and verses

And memories my past forgot.

If only memories were like the ink of a pen.

*They'd start to change
From jet black to grey
Until they'd completely
Fade away...

Now, she's not just anyone
In fact she's a special someone
She's that kind of someone
You want to share with no one

She's like this calmness that settles on the ocean
After the waves come crashing down
She's like the purest form of unfiltered water
The prettiest sea to set eyes upon

But she can be lost so easily
She's got the strength of a thousand tides
But even the slightest pollution
causes such damage to her aqueous soul
Though the sea is magnificently great,
She still wants to hide.
Does that make her any less?

She can be lost so easily, I repeat
And I haven't mastered how to
stop the water spilling from my hands
Til all that's left is the bitter truth
That she'll never love you
And all you can do
Is look at the remains,
The bitterness inside you
Left, only the grains
Of leftover salt; **the memory of her.

"A toast to me, myself and I, a glass of sweet solitude."

Your compassion for art
Led me to think I loved it too,
But it wasn't art I grew to love
**It was the memory of you.

We all write wistful poetry
About wings to help us fly
When all we really need
Is to simply close our eyes.
Out of lifelessness or bliss,
We would still be
**Sky high.

Her eyes so bright;
Do you ever wonder where the sun goes at night?

The rain, dancing on the pavement
in no specific arrangement.

Luminous flames eat away at sharp skewers,
Her eyes silver-grey, clashing with the tables of steel.

Barbecue roasting, impaled through the middle
The pain paled in comparison to watching you smile.

A toast to me, myself and I, a glass of sweet solitude.
I watch tall wine glasses clang drunkenly together, alone.

A pin drops in the distance; no silence to accompany it.
Unnoticed it goes, by the arrogant lords and goddesses.

Pick a flower, compliment her hair; devil may care.
She's walking away, I tell her 'Ma'am, have a nice day'

Left alone to stumble back home,
sipping champagne royally; Mockery.

Spilling champagne and it swirls down the drain
I tilt my head back, laughing carelessly all the way.

You were my favourite shade of blue to drown in.

You'll never see souls
Spray painted with pink
You'll never know stereotypes
Or make judgments, too quick
You'll watch how each soul floats
With a grace of their own
And the presence of everyone
Will always be known
Because if we were all just souls
Floating around, all alone
With no bodies to define
The beauty that's shown.
Everyone would be beautiful
In their own magnificent way
And tomorrow would always
Be a beautiful day.

I've never understood
What this really meant...
So I'll tell you what I've gathered
From all the ones I've seen
Hand over their hearts
To "The One" of their dreams.
                
Love is a ray of sunshine
On a lonely, hopeless day.
Love is that immense joy
That can never be portrayed.

Love is that rush of adrenaline
The surge of aliveness in your bones
The craving for skin on skin,
The lust for the one, deep within.

Love is a promise
An oath of "together forever".
But love is a coin with two sides,
And here's the reason why.

Love is a weakness,
You depend on another.
Love is destruction,
When that person leaves, for some other.

Love is desperation,
When you blindly trust.
Love is the need
To find someone to lust.

Love is agonising
When you're not good enough.
Because love never lasts long
But is left as ashes and dust.
                  
That is why
On the subject of love
I'm thoroughly confused
I've explained why, above.

Thoughts from one mind,
Transferred to another.
From one pair of lips,
Words are exchanged
With the other.
Understanding;
A mutual bond
Is discovered.
Agreement, disagreement,
Friendship, lovers.
These words can be sharp
And cut to your heart.
These words can be sweet,
But not necessarily smart.
They can end lives,
They can cause anger to rise.
Conversation is dangerous
In some situations.
Conversation is life-saving
If the thoughts uttered are wise.

She had waves of hair           
cascading down her back
And waves of thought
running through her brain
Waves of sweet melody     
dripping from her tongue
The waves were strong         
and couldn't be tamed
The aqueous flame                 
in her heart was the same
                      Her waves were of                             a fiery essence
And left them in need          
of her shallow and deep

For when they, the people, were in her presence
She was the only source of life they could see

Human beings are constantly in need of water
And she was water of the best purity

So how could they deny themselves
A taste of the natural salty sea?

A sea that was blissful, wild and free.

Your eyes
Your hair
Your captivating stare
Our similarities
Our differences
Our moments we share
The thought of you
The thought of me
The thought of what is meant to be
My universe
My time
My energy
All stand before me
The fireworks  in your eyes
In my stomach are butterflies
What we have is explosive
Dangerous yet breathtaking
Our hearts entwined
In this fragile web.
The spider is fate
And it brought us together
*To destroy us forever.

We have all the time in the world, we say
But how much time is that anyway?

A world of bloodshed and poverty,
governmental discrimination, and anarchy.

People avoiding this harsh reality,
Our hearts ignoring their silent pleas

No, life is far from being a dream
Our world is tearing at the seams

*Is humanity a miracle
Or disease?

Words flying through her mind
Scattered, uncoordinated;
Not in a straight line
They all jumble together
To form her persona,
She's a being made with a vocabular aura
Her soul can be read like a scripture.
People go through her like a book
Some don't take care of her.
Others admire, others desire
Others simply need her to complete their set.
Some find beauty in her unique mindset.
Some judge by the cover
Others read and discover
Between the lines
Of her complex mind
Some like her; some don't
She's not a bestseller
Her author is God
Books with blank pages? They tell her
That really is odd
She smiles a small smile
At their shallow train of thought
Then continues her journey
*Built on the words they forgot.

When I was younger,
from the age of four.
I ran to my room,
Barricaded the door.
I would go to my corner,
And sit on the floor.
Myself, I would remind
Of my supposed crimes.
And I would cry;
I would drown myself in misery galore,
Until I couldn't take much more.
And during this time
Once you came inside,
Looked around the room
Then turned off the light.
You didn't see me,
Didn't look hard enough
For the girl breaking herself,
For the crimes she'd never done.
It's not a matter of caring,
Or maybe it is
But you never tried hard enough.

Now let me tell you this,
in the midst of my 'teens
In this new life, it seems
You would never have thought,
Or could never believe
When I do something wrong
And you punish me,
With knives from your mouth
Far worse than before
I go to my room,
Barricade the door
Telling myself,
Could I take this anymore?
I thought things would be better,
Since the worst of it stopped
But I sit by the wall,
On the right of the room
Hoping that right
Would embrace me soon

But I hear them carry on,
With their time passing ****
Forget my existence!
Stay in your bubble of bliss
But know that I love you...
I don't have a choice
When you'll be gone
In your grave, you'll rejoice
Or maybe you'll mourn, the daughter you hurt
You'll notice, as a spirit, the girl internally burnt.
Because even in your grave
When you're dead and gone,
I'll never forget
How you left me torn.
How you walked out of my life,
And turned out your light
And never noticed
Your Girl in the corner,
Out of sight.
And thanks to you I can endure pain
Yet I could never endure you
And this may sound insane
But thank you for these walls you helped build;
For all the blood that you spilled.
Because I've learned my lesson
Never to love
You caused this fear
Due to the above.

We're so quick to judge each other
Without knowing one another
Some things are still left to discover.

We see ourselves in our reflections
Some of us look like perfection
When did we stop believing
That looks can be deceiving?

Society,
Has moulded us to be
What we aren't.
We fall apart.

So we glue our pieces back together
Paint our pictures of "forever"
That's how we fall back together
The story of our sorry lives.

There's only so much our eyes can see
What we see doesn't have to be
We pick up pieces of broken dreams
And fit them in our reality.

A word can have 1000 meanings
Depends upon that persons feelings.
So you still believe in me?
I guarantee, you won't be pleased
*With what you see.

During the day,
My brain is in chains,
At night it breaks out of its cage.

During the night,
My dreams, they take flight;
And I wish they would give me a fright.