You never appreciate your loved ones,
until they are distant; far away from you.

You never become sympathetic,
until you realise what they went through.

You never realise what they were,
until they are no more.

You never appreciate their existence,
until they don't exist anymore.

There's a light at the end,
The end is near.

I continually pretend
That it is you who I fear.

It's your deep waters that I seek
Where it is only you and me.

I want to explore the fun of your shallow waters, but you keep deceiving me.

There's a burning flame at the end,
The time is near.

Like the serpent underneath the flower, you display a calm and beautiful appearance.

But when it gets deep I experience enormous swells of your deadly wrath - without any escape.

You are the ocean of my love for you and the love-swells never stop crashing over me.

Touch -
The most significant insignificance.
Sight -
The slightest intention.
Hearing -
The loudest silence.
Taste -
The most complicated intricacy.
Smell -
The love of the non-discriminatory.
You -
The "when all else fails".

my world is large
Monsters thrive on all grounds
across the whole globe

erasing the trace of my past
erasing the path to my future
Monsters thrive

i may be small
but i require vastness to thrive
i don't get the chance to thrive

these Monsters are Humans
They destroy my home
and destroy my hopes of living

i'm just a tiny insignificant butterfly
i have no ability to fight
but the battle has already been lost

i'll die along with the rest of nature
as hope which developed in a cocoon
flies away like a butterfly - myself

What if beauty was preserved?

Will it still carry the same significance?
Will preservatives slur her growth?
Will she still become who she was destined to be?
Will her natural beauty be enough to deny any need of preservation?

I'd send you a text; a greeting.
You'd reply; a greeting.
We'd talk about a few things; small talk.
We'd casually flirt and enjoy; affection.
I'd revive the conversation; hopefulness.
I'd try my best to keep it flowing; eagerness.
We'd continue to an unmutual conversation; unhealthy.
You'd neglect contributing to the conversation; careless.
I'd restart the process daily; care.

But, you'd never even try to start a conversation let alone try the process I've perfected; speechless.

Some days I wonder when I'll meet "the one" while other days I'm so thankful for not meeting "the one". But love is so powerful that when you meet "the one" you see no way without him or her.

From despising him or her to becoming addicted to him or her; this is the power of true love.

An artist paints a masterpiece.
Uses colour to represent intention and desire.
A highly detailed piece of art becomes his centrepiece,
his everything.

Occasionally he drops colour all around him.
Every colour at his disposal becomes mixed and splattered.

What has been used to create you is now the substance of new imagery;
A new art piece created on the floor called:
'A representation of my feelings for you'.

as i dig deeper
i find pieces
shattered
scattered
lost
you
dismantled

as i dig deeper
i collect the pieces
re-build
re-organise
now found
new you
restored

as i exit your heart
i look at you
a masterpiece

Back and forth.
A tug of war with my thoughts and feelings.
Fighting between two different entities;
The “Yes” and the “No”.

The “Yes” pummels my equilibrium.
Forcefully overwhelming me.
Almost drowning me.
But carries me closer to safety.

The “No” brings me back to equilibrium.
Welcoming my recovery.
Allowing me to stand to my feet.
But tries to drag me closer to my death.

As the ocean leaves my sight, I realise that the “Yes” is the incoming wave and the “No” is the outgoing wave.

I'm left with deciding which wave I'd rather ride.

She's falling apart
She's discolouring
She's being stripped of her mask
She's revealing herself

The previously strong and content female
Is now bare.
What was once coated in sugar with an incomprehensible bitter taste
Is now unveiled.

Her soul now radiates to the world;
She experienced her autumn-season.

Beauty is a blessing and a curse
For both you and I

Whenever I see you utilising your curse
I can only sit and comply

I can become so distracted by your blessing
That I can't unfix my eyes

When I see your entire blessing
I feel the need to have you in my life

Beauty is a curse to me
It is my weakness

It takes over everything within me
Then all I see is your evoking bliss

It is a catalyst to my thoughts and actions,
But negatively effects my loyalty

Then my actions lead to insanity

Your beauty marks;
Scars formed in the process of obtaining beauty, forming a constellation that makes up my universe.

Embody your original self, dismay your fake self.

All my veins
Lead to my heart

Everything happens
Because of my heart

Without blood
My heart wouldn't pump

Without purpose
My heart wouldn't beat

My heart is the reason I'm alive
Without it I'm non-existant

You're the reason that I exist
You're the reason my heart beats
Without you I'm non-existant

Forced away
Lured back
Back and forth
I fight both directions
As I fight
I split
Tear
Wider
Deeper
The ocean fits into this cavity
I've drowned

Your eyes are my night sky;
Eyes like stars
Stars that shine brighter than a burning fire.

I get lost in your eyes,
Yet stars give direction
Directions to your heart.

Opposites attract
But fire melts ice,
Water suffocates fire.

The cliché "contrast" is black and white
But in reality there is much more to contrast:
Success and failure,
Night and day,
Living and thriving.

Once living the dream, now living the nightmare.
That's reality's contrast
Once being confident, now being sceptical.
That's reality's contrast.

The only visible light and dark contrast in reality is whether you cry during the day where everyone can see you and your sufferings or during the night where no one can see the real you and what you have come to.

Darkness might be beautiful, but only when you see glimmers of light.
You'll go out into the city and describe the darkness as beautiful just because of the light you see within the darkness.

Darkness allows you to blend in
Your inner darkness escapes as you cry
As you express yourself to the surrounding emptiness
Eventually you become covered with your emitted darkness.

Cry during the day and the viewers will look, glance, stare

laugh

And they know what you're going through?

You get drenched in darkness by the actions of others and your own excretion.

Darkness can house beauty, but darkness is slowly taking over.

If only we could explore;
the skies,
the stars,
the moon,
the sunrise,
the sunset,
and our lives.

Together.

We see
colours
categories
styles
religions
values
differences
But we don't see the love that marries all of these together

death terrorizes the world
suffering strikes fear
far and wide
individuals attempt to restore
while questionable governments limit
people lay in captivity
the walls growing bigger
closer
the reality of death
suffering
all becomes too much to handle
a hero
a nurse
a loved one
welcomes comfort and restores

once we are through
conquerers
escaping the thick autumn-winter bush
spring will be on the horizon
death behind us
giving way to life ahead of us
death behind us
a defeated Covid-19

We do so much
Yet we receive so little
We sacrifice so much
Yet we are never saved
We support so much
Yet our own support crumbles
We empty ourselves
Yet we never get refilled

Your generous destructive love is gifted to me in abundance.
The clenching of my fist doesn't mean that I'm keeping your love, but actually destroying what was intended to destroy.

Fight with your all,
But sink deeper,
Further from who you call
your all.

The flood left a cavity.
It came in without mercy,
It removed and ripped what I held onto,
It took away what I loved,
But it's ironic that a flood of love removed all the love that I ever had.
The flood diluted it's impurities with my purities.

He dedicates his life:
movements,
rest,
presence,
heart,
to a temporary individual that seemed permanent.

She dedicates her life:
movements,
rest,
presence,
heart,
to someone else.

Her love is poisonous; he drinks it as if it's pure, but chokes on the concentration of lies and deceit.

(men are trash?)
(what are woman then?)

Sometimes, you don't get what you want.
Sometimes, you have to move away from what you want.
Most times, you end up wanting to turn back.
Most times, you die on your way back.

A princess, dressed in white, seeks an opportunity to share her soul with a deserving prince. This princess is tall in confidence and full of admiration for herself. She's like a white tiger: rare and beautiful. She fights all sorts of battles to find her prince.

A prince, dressed in a suit, prepares himself to find a princess in order to live his life with a partner. He walks about like a lion, looking determined to get what he has set out for. He's a lion that is commonly found, but has a soul that is unique. He fights "gentleman" and boys on his way to victory.

One single path, travelled in opposite directions.
First sight: a connection.

The prince acknowledges the beauty and rarity of the princess. He gets on one knee and iterates that the princess is more important than he is.

He wears a piece of cloth that represents freedom and diversity.

This shows that people from completely different backgrounds or natures can become cohesive. Love has no protocol.

Floating
Sinking
Swimming
Drowning

Evading capture,
But I'm on an island.
Surrounded by ocean;
Where I drown
In feelings.

You possess nothing, but beauty.
You possess nothing, but love.
You have everything, but self love.

You receive endless praise, but still you don't believe.
You are the definition of purity, but still you keep your inaccurate opinion.
You get all the credit in the world, but still you don't accept who you really are.

You are you - not the you that you define yourself as, but the one that you really are.

Lack of emotion
Like life and nothing more
Walking up and down
Having no feeling, no ambition
Music in the background, no meaning

They say I'm living but no being understands

Wake up, no hope
The dark a hopeless glimmer

I
Walk
Endlessly
Directly
To
My
Death

We live in a world where even humans might become extinct because of what we are doing to one another and our surroundings. If suicide also continues, complete extinction is humanly possible, excuse the pun. But the main problem is: we are destroying the memory-makers of our children's lives. No more nature; no more beauty. No more humans; a lot more growth and indulgence, albeit, not for mankind.
Do you want to see destruction or the creation of new, beautiful life? It's up to you.

People can be pure,
or impure.

People can be real,
or unreal.

People can be there,
or no where.

People can be friends,
or enemies.

People can be beneficial,
or detrimental.

Abolish those who seek to destroy you...

i fell
for you
sacrificed my life
for you
ignore me is all
you do

falling out of love is what?
starting to hate
all of you.

Feelings have power.
Enough to ****** hearts,
Enough to break you apart.

Feelings create love.
Enough to pollute your soul,
Enough to cause the death of you as a whole.

Feelings form cliffs.
Enough to surround you with holes,
Enough to cause you to fall.

For the wrong person.

Be like fire
Be like ice
Have equal desires
Think twice

In one
You would burn
In the other
It would burn

If you're fire
Be oxygen too
If you're ice
Try to be nice
Cold isn't always nice

How do I know if it's true love?
Do I risk heartbreak or risk living without love?

Do I focus on the things of above?
Do I just persue the person I love?

What if I love He who lives above, but also the person who lives amongst us?
What if my values tell me to prioritize the above?

Is there an inbetween?
Is there a halfway point where we could meet?

Can you just become an angel so that I can believe that you are the one?

from growing and forming in a cocoon , to finding your feet and your way to the top ; as a caterpillar , now you're flying like a butterfly - free and independently .

Fatal weaponry along with a symbol of love,
but what love is to ****?
Deadly decisions made by a person jealous of love,
but what's there to gain if you **** the one you love?
Traumatizing scenes wreck havoc within the family,
but why do this to the family of the person you love?

Death.

The beautiful soul of a human being completely starved of the substance to life.
The delicate heart made to suffer because of your jealousy.
The intelligent mind punished for wisely not choosing you.

Love.

The funeral - largely decorated in roses.
Each and every couple left distraught.
Trust in relationships rapidly declining.

The rose - widely used to portray love,
but from now on it will be fearfully avoided due to the meaning you've placed on "love".
Guns n Roses.

"Guns don't **** people, people **** people."

Music:
manipulates emotions.
indices emotions.
forms expectations.
creates utopia.
inspires lives.
sets the tone.
promotes calm.
excites individuals.
establishes a whole new form of communication through common enjoyment.

Music is powerful.

I offer myself as bait to those who eat souls for breakfast.

I offer myself as a toy to those who want to kick me.

I offer my soul to those who need new soles on their shoes because my soul is the most immune to physical abuse, with a soft heart acting as a comfortable cushion to stomp on.

My heart's beating
Beating because you're in sight
My heart's struggling
Struggling because you're intoxicating me
My heart's cracking
Cracking because you're abusing it
My heart's suffering
Suffering because you're poisoning it
My heart's broken
Broken because you're here - again

I examine my heart expecting greatness but all that is present is a blank canvas waiting to be exploited and abused by someone who would eventually abandon it after its purpose has been fulfilled

Like fire,
she needs oxygen to breathe.
Like the sun,
she needs fuel to burn.
Like the moon,
she needs light to glow.
Like the stars,
she needs to be herself to shine.

She was uncomfortable
Living life out of her comfort zone
She longed for someone to steal her
To take her to where she feels comfortable

He brought comfort
He found her and stole her
He was feared by her
But he showed her that he was different

She found her comfort