When will my last set of tears roll down my cheeks?
When will the sadness come out with the sobs?
When will all be calm and happy and good?
It all comes back to time.
It took time to get to the sadness.
And now it will take an eternity for it to dry out.

Does hate stay entwined in the back of your mind?
Is one of a kind love permanently etched in time?
Could death be the end of an idea
Even if it's never born?
Is life given from the inside
Before it's given the chance to form?

Some things can never end,
All things in life deserve the chance to breathe.
An idea, a feeling, even the things you never see.

Mama said ''Don't trust boys they'll leave you with a broken heart.''
I said ''Yeah well that's alright I've been broken from the start.''

People get tired of you being sad, and then they leave, even when they promised they wouldn't.

Lone duck, bitten by an insane urge, turns and turns,
endlessly on water plane, creates a churn, a pattern on water,
as if to meet itself in a moment of stillness in between,
when will it happen? His life passes as that illusion still lasts.

many words act like a disease
diseased tongues
licking stamped poems
to send out stinging tentacles
into a world inoculated against love

How many more ******* matches
    'til drowning in waste matter

The architecture that goes into building a human I will never understand.
For it is too astonishing for anyone to wrap their head around.
The time, effort and beauty that goes into making even the most evil people.
Everyone has their own beauty.
And their own attraction to others that were built the same or complete opposite way.
In a long and complicated process making them who they are on the inside and what they portray to be on the outside.
Because the exterior can only cover so much before what is on the inside shimmers through the smallest crack.

There is no cure for depression
but love.

It's what keeps you going on.
It keeps you floating on the
surface of the pond.

It clears out your veins from
the poison you sip on the way
you do with red wine
everyday.

It's what makes you see when
your blind.

But society sets so many rules
for love and how it should
be.

Forcing you to keep it a secret sometimes the way fishermen do when they capture mermaids from the sea.

Making you afraid to tell everyone you know alive including your mom
and dad.

But only the rebels know how to
survive. Only the rebels know
to how to runaway with their
loved ones.

As they pack their bags and hit
the road. Without knowing where
to go or looking back.

Not giving a **** about the
people and what will they say.
Only the rebels know how to
get away.

To marry the love of their life and have a family of their own. To
have a child and live in a little
home built from stone.

To go miles away to say their I
love you's and vows. To ditch
the crowd and yet feel very
proud.

Only the rebels know how to
slap society on the face and
runaway.

Only the rebels know how to
let their love exist and have a
pulse

Because they know it's true and
not false as the people in town
say* ~

Will you falter and fade
In a Palliative room,
With beeps and tubes
Confirming your doom?
Or a fiery crash
And screech of rubber
As onlookers see
Your hair aflame;
Will you fall from the sky
In a laser marked plane;
Get shot while buying
A lottery ticket,
Die doing something
Horribly wicked?
Perhaps the sound
Near your ears at night
Will forewarn your demise
By a mosquito bite.

Count to three with me and
break free. Open the cage
and run away with me.

Flap your wings and fly up
high in God's skies. Hop from
branch to branch and sing a
secret melody. A melody that
no one knows but you and I.

We'll move from tree to tree.
And enjoy every sunset as we
cuddle side by side in the
middle of a thousand
leaves.

Twist and twirl with me as
the morning dew drops fall
on rose petals looking like
shiny gem stones and
pearls.

I think it's time we count to
three and give it a last try.
We might get lucky and
break free.

Trust me we'll be looking back
at that day as we laugh and
sigh without asking the
question of why.

So flap those wings cause
it's our time tonight to fly
where ever the winds carry
our bodies gently upon
landscapes and grey
starless skies* ~

You can crave to have someone elses qualities while in the meantime someone else is longing to be as gifted as you in some way.

Never fully satisfied with yourself, you want to be bigger and better.

Because you choose to hear out the people that think you aren't good enough and need better characteristics, and not the ones that think you are beautiful just the way you are.