This is the highway of fallen kings.
The place where pharaohs go to rest.
The dungeon where crowns are thrown,
Because they no longer have value.
They mean nothing.
Everything you touch becomes nothing and,
Even the strongest fall under your scrutiny.

This is the wasteland of dreams.
The place where hopes go to rest.
For nothing conquers your unconquered heart.
Nothing will florish under your glory.
Every territory is under your dominance.
playing with my heart
toying with my mind and
Evidently pulling hard,
Ripping at my heart strings
I guess the mighty *****,
Isn't so mighty.

This is the epiphany of heartbreak.
The sudden realization that...
Pharaohs will fall.
Crowns will also fall.
Dreams are sometimes nightmares.
One can only hope.
Superiors remain supreme.

And of course...

The weak is forever at your disposal..

Heaven knows of the wishes you make in the dark.
In fact, the light is a bit jealous.
Glimpses of tiny paradoxes,
Peaking through pin like openings.
Ones the naked eye may mistake for mirages.
The darkness is so vast,
it is almost as if you are visually impaired and...
Better days unimaginable.
Every twinge or hope promises solar flares,
But instead, it presents sparks,
Quickly extinguished by,
Ominous woes and epic eruptions in the balance.
It is absence,
Humming,
Surfing on the air,
So you only manage to overhear scraps of,
The only means of your redemption
But cannot actually grab onto to it.
How are you making it through the day,
When you hate every bit of it?
Shadows laugh at your despair but I beg you,
Stop feeding the darkness because it will only grow thicker.

Heaven knows the wishes you make in the dark,
But it begs you to stop searching..
Stop searching for the light.
You will never find it in front of you.
Because it is inside of you.
But you are too preoccupied in your own misfortunes
To see just how equipped you are to handle the silence.
Because you have refused to listen to anything but sorrow.
Too blind to see that your own heart,
Radiates like a lantern.
To worried to see that you don't need fire,
You are the flame.
Darkness is carved like caverns to make you lose your mind.
Don't rob yourself the opportunity to be freed of night.
Force yourself to see beauty and Beauty will cling to you,
Overshadowing all else,
And light will illuminate.
no matter what you do.....
Know that,
Sunrise is only a breath away.
Breathe will you?
Let it fill every nook,
Let it  occupy every space of every cranny..
Let enlighten you..
Let it lift you up.
Let it set you free.
Let it keep you calm.
Let it motivate you to smile.
Smile your troubles away,
..... Will you?

Because it will be the most beautiful ...
You are beautiful.

How much time do we have left
Until we take our final breath
Why isn't it enough to know
Our time is finite
To protect the flame of love
Instead of fanning the fires of hate
To work for human needs
Instead of needless greed
Trading hands full of sand
For a fist full of dollars
But our pay is already spent
Before we even touch a cent
We can taste the foul stench
  as we inhale
Of a wick burning out our last
  bit of air

Innocence,
Is...
Cocoons.
Keeping, caterpillars captured.
Keeping, fragility concealed.
Keeping instability confined.
Telling ambiguity it is necessary.
Telling in-culpability it is beautiful,
Until the day you gain consciousness.
Transcending into a butterfly,
Because when you learn how to fly,
You will never stop spreading your wings..
Your cocoon will seem, like it was just a fragment of your imagination.
Your mind will flutter, like a humming birds wings.
You will thirst for knowledge, like a bee for the sweetest nectar.
Your heart will love, like your natural instinct to sore above pinnacles.
Your lows will be depressing, you will stear clear of polluted capital cities.

Metamorphosis unravels your full potential.
Dancing rainbows...
The world is vast place,
And you will explore every inch of it..

If I..
Told you that maybe,
Just maybe I will forget that I ever loved you
That maybe there is a chance I can move on.
I would have lied.
You will exit my life,
But your essence will remain forever.
You will sustain my existence forever.
You will always matter... forever.

We were A romance,
Born out of innocence.
Formed from tectonic plates,
That eventually,
Tear us apart like,
Earthquakes can pull continents apart.

We may drift far but
Our hearts will always beat in time.
You will always be mine,
Even when you belong to someone else.
I will find beauty even in the ugliest situations.

The universe is a harsh place.
We cannot hear our broken metronome,
Above all the noise.

We are strangers.
We barely speak but
Every rare opportunity,
Awakes the dusty cocoons within me.
I felt their wings flutter,
Causing ripples and aftershocks in the dept of my being.

We have never met but,
Each time we speak,
It feels like roses,
Sprout from my mouth.
Thorns..
Tear my insides,
Vines..
Wrap around my tonsils,
Yanking every spoken word
That wants to crawl out of me
Out of existences
Creating,
Its own resistance..

I want Nothing more than,
To be the sunlight you were waiting on.
I want to lay my troubled head on your chest,
Listen to the unsure beat of your heart.
To, hear the words that you have
Never shared with another soul.
I want to make you whole.

A naked heart is singing in my chest,
Now show me yours.

I'm not quite sure when it happened..
But it woke the demons inside me and I felt them,
Hook chains from my soul,
Latching them onto wonders that evidently,
I wasn't quite ready revel in.

I stare from a distance.
Watching, As if coming alive for the first time,
How can this one person can have such an affect on me.

I always thought I'd love a man.
And it is as compelling as it is attainable.

Ive hated myself for feeling this way.
Ive hated myself for wanting it so bad.
Ive hated my imagination,
For persuading my logic into believing that it could work,
Because I dont even know how itworks.

All I know is that it is alive.
And its presence makes me feel my own regret push forth beyond my barriers.
It was supposed to remain buried.
I was supposed to remain sane.
It was never supposed to exist.

But it does and I am not sure how I feel about that.
The inner turmoil is loud.

My demons mock my demise.

How can I survive it?