They said "let's have a war"
Blame it on the other side
People will blame them more
Their real purpose they'll hide

While they keep watching rockets
Blasting at the opposite soil
They will secretly line their pockets
By stealing all of the oil

But they just never will learn
Because there are too many that cry
Watching as the children burn
When it is only innocents that die

I feel like I’m a fake,
I could never match up to you.
You spun words into constellations
that I could never conceive
only when I read them I knew
your thoughts were different.
There were times when
you wrote about me
but now you are blossoming
without me
and I am nothing but thorns.
Maybe I don’t need you
but you will always run through
my blood as ink or poison
or alcohol
sadly, you don’t need me.

I watched a moth
flutter meaninglessly
against my wall
white speckled wings
carrying a fragile body
again and again
flying into
the same spot
and in that moment
i felt an empathy
towards that moth
for I know the meaning
of my being just
as little as it did
perhaps less

Night Lights.


At midnight her heart, a vulnerable spark,
looks for some warmth for fire.

There is something warm, warmer than herself;
something to keep her alight.

She speaks in shortcuts; '***!'s and 'LOL!'s,
and in pictures; smileys and stickers...

Hoping he will  love her quicker;
Hoping he will love her at all.

But at midnight a heart, vulnerable spark,
is tired of looking for fires.

There is nothing warm, warmer than herself;
nothing can keep her alight.

She'll fizzle and freeze into cold blue hues
and shortcuts and pictures will fade...

But he had just loved her slowly;
In hoping she'd love him at all.

My grieve
in my heart
I sealed it tight
Tears on my pillow
Who will know?
My wound is not healed
its bleeding again..
fresh red blood
dripping non stop
from my ripped heart...
I am helpless...

Today I grieve
For what’s been lost.
I almost have it again
in my grabs...
I see my whole world apart
if i lose someone closest to my heart
and with all the strength
I still possess
I try to cling on it
and try to go on
its hard
its dragging and its boring
I almost give up
its difficult to breathe alone
and he knows...
he knows whats best for me
he makes me lose a diamond
my precious diamond
i thought I cherished
and he replaced my loss
with a real diamond that brightens my life
healed my pains
the real diamond that shines
that sparkles... thats says its ok
to experience pain
in order to learn that
I deserve better....

You.
You are what once stayed my hand from rage.
You once blocked my lips from every bottle,
with your lips.
You are what once prevented tar from coating my lungs,
and you kept hate from filling my heart.
You once prevented my untimely demise.
You.
You are now every punch I throw and take in return,
You are every ounce of liquor that filters through my kidneys.
You are now every carcinogen I too often inhale,
You still keep my heart from hate,
Because you filled it to bursting with sorrow.
You are what I now follow to my grave.
You.

Memories burn my lips to ash, forcing their way down my throat.
Red rain falls from the clouds above my heart, tainting the pictures sepia.
I am choking on your love but it tastes like the hot, silver metal of rage.
Shards of my heart have found a way into my lungs.

you vandalized my body
with consent I offered
skin as canvas
my damaged heart
your muse

will I be remembered
as your worst creation
the strokes of bold colors
hiding the statement
you needed to convey

a truth so heavy

will the critics see me
as your worst creation
without knowing
how carefully you painted
every scar