Mao Tse
Sorry you misunderstood
me, I didn't mean
to mislead

Mao Tse
you can be a world leader
by setting an example

Mao Tse
how 'bout cleaning
a ***** planet

Mao Tse
I hear your plea
but, you are heading
in the wrong direction
  

Mao Tse
over here
we have cars
that run on water
  

Mao Tse
they even cost less
then pollution makers
  

Mao Tse
popular mechanics magazine
gave us the plan [schematic]
more than a decade ago
  

Mao Tse
thank you for working
overtime to save the world

Mao Tse
we love your solar panels

Mao Tse
not enough time
to retrain thinking?

Mao Tse
oil men of greed
have destroyed us again

Mao Tse
oil and water don't mix

Mao Tse
you can not die
from spilling
the power of the wind

Mao Tse
did all of your pollution maker manufacturers er,
gas guzzling ISIS supporters
really bounce back
after less than one year

Really? Mao Tse
Really?
I'm sorry you had closed

your ears

I did run at the holy land
Simply a place of no fun
So I'm back here again, to be heated by the sun

＊The cold dreadful nights.
without the cover of warmth and love and affection,
which was denied by those who crossed her off the list.
＊The days of her struggle under the brightest sun just above the sea ******* up her soul and leading her the path of entropy.
＊The days when she faced rejections, denials and in-acceptance  by the people who she pretended to be the light after the deep dark tunnels she went through.
＊The times when she was standing all alone, being crushed by the walls of miseries and wrote endlessly about them out of frustration.

She has been through everything...
The times when she was hurt, the times when she was broke.

I can not describe how good it feels to fall asleep in your arms.
But I will try to anyways...
Sleeping next to you is what I imagine death will be like.
Now I know that sounds harsh, but think of it this way.
Whenever I lay next to you, my heartbeat slows down bit by bit.
My eyes close and my mind finally stops running.
I feel safe and loved and that's how I would want my death to be.
But sleeping next to you is also very dangerous.
It is like an addiction to me.
Because everytime I sleep next to you, it gets harder to fall asleep on my own.

picking and scratching
my skin bleeding
the scars all over remind me of certain times in my life
when the stress got too much to handle and I sat in the bathroom for hours
destroying the body that was given to me
burning down my humble abode
just picking and scratching away at my sanity
which I'm not sure I ever really had
the scars that I get comments on daily
'Did you try to hurt yourself?'
'Are you alright?'
'Are you being abused or unsupervised?'
no answer really just staring at them;
whilst picking at my scabs in that blissful agony that I love to feel

He's the dagger
twisted in my gut,
all the pretty words
dolled up with a
smile that is anything
but pure or true.

He's a spicy treat,
when all I'm looking for
is something sweet.

Perhaps it's wrong of
me, to search for love
in eyes that wander so
far I have to make
maps of their journey.

He has me falling
from the tallest crevices
with promises to catch
me with arms that are
already holding another.

He's a lost cause,
a candle blown out,
the stolen kiss that
was never returned.

But I'd bet all my
money on him within
a heartbeat if he said
he felt even a mere
shadow of what I did.

My pen is a blade and the paper is my skin, my words cut deep as the blade does my wrist.

Love from you is like a rose; bittersweet
For gentle your lips like the petals and leaves
But, like the rose, I've nothing to gain
For the thorns only bring about pain

Sometimes, you haunt my dreams
I wake up, barely able to breathe
Maybe that's why I find it so hard to sleep
I can't help but keep the door locked
It's like I'm being mocked
Your shadow is stalking my routine
Every daily thing holds some bad memory
I really just wish you'd die in that cell
After everything you did to me
You deserve to go to Hell