How many times are you supposed to give someone a chance before you stop wasting time
I've been looking for answers to all these questions like why you painted your room black to keep the shadows out
Like why you burned everything if you didn't have every intention of leaving everything the way it was
You pushed me away and locked me out for two weeks and If I had waited any longer I would have died
I would have bleed out on your doorstep and the last thing I ever wanted was for my blood to stain your home
But if I leave you with anything at all let it be that you were wrong when you said everyone always leaves
We could have talked but I know you've been tired of fighting for so long and there is nothing I can do for you
I can't be left for so long on such unstable ground without putting my own life in imminent danger
And if I'm telling the truth it wouldn't have deterred me in the slightest if I had just one sign you would do the same
You never knew me any differently than anyone else and I gave you every chance
If you had wanted it you would have taken it but there was always someone else for you
But the worst part was that when there wasn't you had me and I can't live like that
They say not to make homes out of people but it would have been better to be your home than to be your hotel room
I want you to wake up with a smile on your face again because you know everything is better
But it will have to be somewhere else because you never let me come close to you
*~W.C.

I’m a little white package engineered to get lit
encased in plastic till its time for the composition to hit
packed with quick jabs and hard punches in every word
I make sure they don't fall short of a knock out encore.
can't have rhymes ringing the bell like “ah...heh heh hello
i need your permission to enter in
forget that noise I don’t need anybody’s invitation
I’m here to signal others to join a mission
listen while you can to this call of ambition
or fall behind this move of dissemination
you’ll be left in the dust piecing together
the opportunities missed to rise above the herd
futile attempts to eclipse the masses
speaking the same disdain of placement in status
The time is now it’s ticking away
tune in and listen or meet the dismay
today will be the test of victory or defeat
Get off your ***** and stand up on your feet.

~S.M.S

Every story has a beginning, a part that's hard to tell. Withholding chapters to ourselves, some hide within a shell.  

Beside the tree of Contempt, and the valley of Tomorrow. I cried a lake that is so deep, just from tears of sorrow.

Poisoned from secrets left on lips, doomed to never part. Men place a hand upon my chest, and think that I've no heart.

What I hide within is heavy, yet I pray on bended knee. Underneath a sky so vast, it robbed so much of me.

Of nails and gravel I was made, a result of pain and fear. Stuck within this armor,  always unable to let them near.

I have been seeing multifaced people I wish to be multifaceted souls. and I have been hearing swarms of whispers rasping away at any ear dull enough so its suggestions can infiltrate and not be discerned. back alleys and hallways; closed quarter affairs. people ruled by a force they think is their own best interest. suffering from their very lusts.

You want to breathe my shadow?
You want to feel my rage?
You want to see me howl and roar like phantom wolves inside a cage?


They throw my body in cell,
I bare my teeth and grin.
They leave me where I tripped and fell but I remember
every
sin...
My eyes,
they stare,
my face is calm...
But creatures stir inside my veins...

If I let go of all control,
the fire of hell would swallow me whole.

What's this...?

But you my dear...
you wish to see,
the darkest parts I hide in me...
I find it strange,
I can't explain,
you choose to never turn and run.
You touch my lips and gently kiss
what burns like violence from the sun...

Well if you insist...

Show me your anger. Show me your rage.
Open my body,
page by page...
Give me wounds inside this cage.

Roar with my fear,
moan in my ear,
scream with me,
perhaps we'll see...
why your demons play so well with me...

I was falling.
I knew that somehow my feet had tumbled over some sort of cliff but could not recognize the scenery nor how or when I had reached this peculiar predicament.
Along with the always present weightlessness of falling through the air, there bubbled within me another feeling; one I did not expect.
Apathy.
The blissful faux virtue of anhedonia that coursed through my veins like a venom; pumping with my slow heartbeat....
I fell in slow motion, giving time to muse on such things while the skies around me changed drastically from clear to cloudy, from wistful clouds to a menacing overhead growling.
I closed my eyes and smiled.
In the back of my eyes though appeared a hooded figured shrouded in black with only a slight sneer appearing through the visage. This figured caused the blissful venom to tighten and turn sharply into a fear that made me unable to breathe.
I screamed as I started falling faster and mouthed words that couldn't be understood.
Tears poured and fell upward like rain from a tormented ghost.
Just before the ground embraced me and swallowed everything I ever was or ever would be, time stopped and there was silence.
I opened my eyes and to my surprise, the blurry sight of two figures appeared. One emmitted a faint glow with a softness about him; a calming aura...
while the other gave me the feeling of power and rage; a darkness about him like a creature bearing teeth against the night.
In unison they whispered five words.
The blurriness faded and I gasped. They were both distorted caricatures of me.
In the blink of an eyes, I was yanked upward with a speed so fierce that perhaps my body would not be able to handle it. Through the stormy and the calming skies...

I woke up out of breath to the sound of an alarm clock screaming beside my bed.
I blinked a few times and sighed, recovering my breath...

"Don't give up on me...", I whispered.

thoughts overflow of
memories and decisions.
Past Present Future.
I fill my nights with hopes and dreams
while my days delight with children laughing
I leave them for an hour or two
Return to shouts of mama! And "I love you's"
Not every day is easy or blissfully secure
But every day is worth more and more.
Although I feel my family is incomplete
There is nothing in this world in which I can compete.
So we read
We learn
Laugh and play
And say sweet dreams at the end of the day.

~S.M.S