When you
Twisted, Roasted and Burnt
the sourness of that  breath of my life,
Did you wonder if my eyes were quoting you
Or the dirge of a distant land,
Did you not pause to breathe that breath,
Lest I might inhale your sweaty stale
Sweet Breath!
Were you wearing the gloves of a shrunken leather,
That you made off my hairy skin
And its sweaty *****.
Did you glare deep into my eyes and toes,
Wondering if I was the untouchable
You had
enslaved for granted for a dozen years,
till my sour soul would breathe the last of your charred breath.
You had hammered me to fit into the holes of your *** with none a friction,
So that you could keep yourself warm, wet and nourished always inside me.
Weren't you glad when you rubbed my back,
When I purged with a distinct death moaning under your nose
Did you slap me because I disturbed your sleep purging endless every other minute?
Or just that I stank the staleness of your *** growing inside me?

I could do nothing my Staleheart Lover
But **** that blob of rotten animal *** of yours,
And die myself after this verse,
Cause
I simply could not love that red big *** that ran my blood and my flesh,
I just couldn't breathe no more, lest it breathed a fragrant life into me
And I forget the hatred I nourished with my soul,
So, I shut me as well as the heavy blob called my child!
So that I just couldn't let anyone conclude the it,
This blob,
The baby,
as one pretty mistake of us.

I shortened my name
not out of shame
but merely to be a hero and save...
you
The embarrassment of not being able to say
and you cannot say this is not true
That when you read my name it confuses you
How the Brie is like cheese
and the Ana is pronounced foreignly
Put together
having no meaning;
To you.
But to me it's originality makes me
me
A shortened name carries a long line of pain
A name that no one can understand because it's always being changed

Late at night a book lays open
words scribbled across the page
Regret
Hatred
Loneliness
Sadness
A pen hovers over the page
as he thinks of that one special girl
whose love chased it all away
and scribbles over all the hate, regret and loneliness
with one word...

There once was a little boy that did not fear anything. He never knew what being afraid felt like. He kept thinking about it, and he started to think that he might not be normal, so one day he looked his mother in the eyes, with the biggest amount of sadness the eyes of a 9 years old could hold, and he asked her: Mom, what if I'll never fear anything? Would it be so bad? She smiled and took him in her arms and said:You would be the luckiest man alive. but sadly, my dear, fear is gonna find its way to your heart sooner or later. Wheather it would be after your first real love, and you'll be just frightened to lose her, or after the first time your heart has been broken and you'll fear you'll never find anyone as good as her, and you probablynever will, or after years of trying to make best out of it, when just hearing her name brings tears to your eyes and chills to your skin and you realise that that's not the best you could get you of it...Oh, my dear son, I hope you'll never fear anything... As she stopped talking, she looked at him. But it was too late, he was already still and cold.
        *Death never spares the brave ones...

Deep dark between those eyes that weep every night lies a tale never known, never heard by anyone.
I chatter as my wide smile fills the gap of sorrows.
I laugh , i laugh and laugh as if nothing could bother me.
I am your slave of agony every time you shed a tear.
I am nothing but a rose that lies between the piercing thorns, unwinding every thorn it pierces my skin, bleed i shall, because blood nor pain shall stop me from being the precious rose among the thorns.
I stand between the rival of your anger and ego.
I am the fire that burns your soul and water that cleanses your miseries.
I am the light that shades your fears and builds your strengths.
I am the the dome that you astray your secrets.
I am the demon that reignites the wicked of you. .
I am the brick that broke your walls.
I am the stranger that estranges your loneliness.  
I am the willingness to your foolishness.
I am the prisoner of your eternal love.
I am the prayer to all your unanswered happiness.
I am the forgotten.

In the eyes of the girl who sat laughing in the corner of the room,
not worrying what the world thought about her,
captivating the world with her sincere personality,
unfolding her humbleness,
letting her guard down for all she could offer,
building no walls of defense..
letting the world watch her and clench their lustful desires on her ,
mesmerized by her inner beauty,
you quench for more of her delicateness,
sparing no innocence for her cries,
violently abusing her fragile soul,
Now what's left of her is an endless vulnerability to fear and hatred,
Traumatic  nightmares, permanent scars,
The worst part is you live everyday of your life with no slight regret,
not a glimpse of guilt,
Now she's left only with bits of herself, drying her tears every night as she pick up her leftover faith she has to painfully move on in this cruel world, without a single justice of her suffering...

Listening to your favorite music
thinking how you'd liked it,
my pen writes the way you had liked
to read,
while my mind questions just this:
where do I remain?