My eyes are in need of an emergency shower
For they have been contaminated
My mind is in need of a coffee filter
Lest I consume the grinds
and deter myself from the benefits of waking
The goal is elevation
I crave liberation

I hate the plays on my weaknesses
It's one thing to be manipulated and another to modify
Becoming mutated
Were we ever truly organic or have we been designed ?
Predestined to these predispositions since the dawn of time
No one wins these types of power plays
and I stray to isolation pondering for days
Can mind overcome these matters?
Because the experts don't seem to believe
we are capable of advancement
without these artificial enhancements
After all they have to practice
It's ****** hidden in plain sight
A quiet killer seizing and thieving life as we sleep
In broad daylight

When asked what is sadness
there are a number of answers
perhaps sadness is
what we feel when we're alone
but not completely at ease
perhaps sadness is
happinesses broken younger sister
perhaps sadness is
the thing some people crave for
more than anything else
perhaps sadness is
loving someone who doesn't love you back
perhaps sadness is
what comes when we lose love
or have never found it
perhaps sadness is
the only one that feels our pains
perhaps sadness is
a reminder that we're human
well most of the time anyway
or perhaps sadness is
just another emotion that follows confusion
sadness is an emotion we feel
when our minds just don't want to believe what's just happened
or we just don't understand...

Walking by myself
through a crowded street
and every stranger around my age
whose eyes mine do meet
makes my mind wonder
if you could be my soulmate
and some might say that I'm too young
to think about the forces that decide my fate
and maybe I'm not old enough
to truly understand love at first sight
my mind floating idly by
like wind catching a kite
my mind it stops drifting
when your eyes meet mine
and now my minds completely empty
and I know I'll be just fine
if only this,
this love that I see
you already
feel for me...

You want me to write something
about this holiday
but you want to know what I think
well this is what I say
I'll never be your perfect valentine
because the truth is
I hate it
I hate this
it's just another holiday
telling you how you should be living
but I don't care
no flowers or gifts will I be giving
no tacky greeting cards
telling you that I choo-choo-choose you
it's just another reason to spend money
just another reason to sit on your own
just another day to dream about
the one you love
or the one you're without
just another reason to be a couple
just another reason to be kissed
just another reason to hold hands
just another reason to get flowers
just another reason to say I love you
just another reason to go on a date
just another reason to be in love
just another day like any other...

The snow used to be sparkling and white
Now it's grey
Worn thin by the lukewarm days
Tired of pretending it's Christmas already.

The birds don't sing anymore
And I don't blame them
It's cold and the sun has gone into hibernation
Nobody is outside to hear them anyway.

The scars on my wrist are healing
Just in time for my concert
Good. I don't want to explain.
I'm tired of pretending as it is.

4.0 student, captain of debate team
Painfully, incredibly lonely
Like the birds, hiding in the bushes
Waiting out the winter
Nobody's around to hear me sing anyway.

The snow is grey, worn thin with impatience
Tired
So very, very tired.

He became the unknown algorithm,
a figure defined in schizophrism
all hail,
the archetype has risen
and let us go to war.

An integer slung beneath a gun
crunching bullets
watch them stun,
all hail
the archetype has come
and let us go to war.

It's Friday did you expect some peace?