as morning bleeds into night
every moment is a struggle a fight
together I believed we could make it right
with each other, we shone so bright
suddenly you are the shadow to my light

I wrote for days now papers are left white
I wish something that I write
might make me feel alright

we try to escape demons by hiding away
and locking ourselves in our rooms
but what are we to do
when the demon follows us home?
people feign ignorance
and happiness is a trick of smoke and mirrors
when the stage is cleared
all that's left
are the scars

I feel as though loving me
Induces the same feeling
As work does

I feel like you
Can’t wait to go
Home and escape that crazy mess

I feel like I was always
Given a two week notice
Right before they leave

I feel like it always
Feels like its all a
Requirement

And I know it is,
I understand,
I feel like that with me too

So I am sorry
I made you feel that way,
Truly

The seed inside the warm soils
Peering up to hug the sunrise
Water and air covers the boil
As it shoots up to the eye

Crawling to the ladders of the Sun
Spreading the wings of green
Digging into the shallow one
To stand taller than ever seen

As decades soared to the skies
It stood as bushes and bark
Sleeping into the land of the rise
Deep inside the dark

The only thing I can see
is the darkness.
The world without colors.
A dark tunnel without a light on the end.
I try to hide,
so no one can see me.
I don't feel anything.
Like I'm dead
But I know that I'm still alive.
I want to scream,
but nobody would hear my calls for help.
I cry myself into sleep
and try to forget about my life,
but I can't.
I'll never forget it.

I cry under the rain
on a sunny night
my mind seems to forget
the way things played out
how we got here
and how we left

I came into this world expecting
nothing from anyone
just everyone
expecting something from me

one who is trapped in a world of black
and white will stain your world with red
watch your world crumble
with your own two eyes

I never asked to be born

The darkness holds my hand through life. He is always there, waiting to take my hand again when I step off the pebbled path.

Maybe I am a hollow tree with no leaves, with a family of owls living inside.

when I am gone
and no longer found
my soul in pieces
I hope
someone
anyone
finds my words
my poems
and says
"I would've loved her"

Actions speak louder than words it is true,
Just a simple fight can ruin your life into two.
Pain, sorrow, sadness, is faced by all,
It starts with a one that’s small.
It just spreads like a fire, causing chaos all around.
Anger is the king in this situation,
You Say things you don’t mean to say in frustration.
So think before you speak, Words cannot be taken back,
There might be qualities that we may lack.
Things can always be resolved,
Every problem has a solution.
I know it’s easy to say,
But there is always a way,
But there is always a way.

Couldn't even stand on a dragon's tail
All the lies we've told

The dragon's anger did not grip us

It was a war of existence
For centuries
The shadow of our love

And like a breath of integrity

It pulls over us
Dragon's anger

If I were you,
I would choose a different vow,
I probably have not left you,
I may have chosen a new way.
to contort your heart,
just left me amazed.
I would have seen the
tears fall off my eyes,
‘cause I murdered a flying butterfly.
These all sound familiar
and the astonishment
just makes me pass by.
I never thought you would be
in so much pain,
a simple acceptance just made you
paralyze.
maybe your death could be
more beautiful than a
Thousand life.

Genuine kindness
is misunderstood
for ulterior motives.

Defensive claws
draw blood from
my open hand.

My tears hold
no expectations
lifting me up,
nurturing your fall.

A smothered cigarette in the ashtray
lingers within the lounge
stirred by a retching cough
as if It wasn't enough

Squeezing the last drop from the bottle
does not go far  enough
like shoving  that needle up in the arm
it brings no calm
as if it wasn't enough

His body aches within her
looking for pleasures
that have left  for pain
it doesn't feel the same
yet it craves
as if  it wasn't enough

reaching for life
with outreached hands
the ghost has left
dying wasn't enough
life goes on
as if it wasn't enough


Each day is an addiction
searching pleasures in pain
for before the  day is over
the night starts
robbing the sun from light
rising on the morning tide
wiping the stars from the sky
making a fool of the night
as if it wasn't enough



In  the ashtray
curls a snake  dressed  in smoke
the dragon comes to claim his own
the bottle fells to the floor
there is no more
unless you ask for more
as if it wasn't enough