I feel like a star
On the outside I seem small
Manageable
But if you take a closer look
If you get to know me
Im a flaming ball of energy
Burning myself just to stay alive
And even though this universe created me
Its doing everything it can to destroy me
I have my coping methods..
But one day
I will either fade out
Or explode in a blaze of glory

Venom was collected within the vessels of my
beating rhyme, irregular of the  perception that
was visualized outside this vessel of reactions.

You held on to the visage of what kept you sedated
to the whims of a thousand whips. Lacerating on
the feelings bleeding deep within you.  

Your afflictions were textures that I fed upon.
You were a succubus that I  was nourished on.
All were  play things of loves gullible folly.

Seeing
some people
always urge for success,
money and fame
an awareness
Is they carrying some kind
of impotency and
uses these success to
cover up...

When I was in elementary,
I would do everything everyone told me to.

When I was elementary,
I was ignorant to everything.

When I was elementary,
I never questioned anything.

When I was in middle school,
I saw the evils in people.

When I was in middle school,
I was depressed for knowing what was going on.

When I was in high school,
I rebelled.

When I was in high school,
I revolted and took what was rightfully mine.

I was rightfully mine.
My thoughts and feelings were mine.
All through my life my parents always tried to change that.
They couldn't when I was a teen.
I look back on it now, and see that what I did was right.
I changed for the better, and no one will ever change me.
I'm mine.

I am not strong.
If I'm holding it in, don't call me strong.
i am weak, to yell it out.
I am weak, to hear what loneliness shout.
I am not strong.
If I'm fighting my tears,
If I'm keeping it in,
If I'm faking a smile,
If I'm laughing around.
Don't call me strong.
I am scared, for the coming wrong.
I am scared, of this depression to last long.
I am not strong,
If I'm holding it, don't call me strong.

And oh, how sweet, the words you speak, they taste.
How soft they blow, how sure they flow; no haste.
An old eclipse, how slow, your lips -- they part.
So young, naive, quickly deceived, my heart.
How warm, your eyes, they hypnotize my soul.
And how I miss the touch, the kiss, you stole.
So sure was I that you'd be my first love.
But love's a thing we know nothing thereof.
Foolish of me to fall so deeply in.
How long I thought your smile was not a sin.
And oh, how used, how scared, confused, my trust.
Feelings so shy, that you deny, 'tween us.
How ruefully, our memories, they fade.
How bittersweet our love; like lemonade.

- p. winter

Successful Men
never show the sweat
to others
why??
That's the secret of success
an awareness
Is that why they wear suits??