People judge her cause her knees have hit the floor more times to please a man that she barely even knows, than being knelt down in prayer praising a God who's works are knows. The insides of her palms know drugs, better than they've ever known prayer. She proclaims her love to men that she means nothing too, more times that she's told her own mother that she loves her. She holds on to men tighter than she's ever hugged her daughter. Reciting rap lyrics like its nothing, ask her to recite the 'our father' and she"s stuttering. Truth is.. she had to grow up too quick. Always fallen the victim to someone else opinions, truth is she just always fallen.

So tell me what was she to you? Was she your escape from the pain and the reality you called life. Was she the person you turned to when your hormones ran wild. She was a good girl, faithful, yet you had no intentions of making her your wife. You made it clear that wanted her body, but where in the sequence of your wants was her mind? Tell me, does your heart race and thoughts excite when you captivate the depths of her mind, or is that just when your deep in between her thighs? Did you ever stop to realise, she tried loving you with her pieces of shattered heart. Could you see that behind her smile was scars. Perhaps you were just blind or the shades that covered your eyes were to dark for you to realise. Didn't you see your future when you looked into her eyes. Couldn't you see that her love for you was filled with loyalty, did you ever see the real me? I mean HER. Did you ever see the real HER !

Beholding you would make Venus blush in her garden,
madly jealous of the curves of your lips,
and there she would smolder
like some jealous rainbow
unable to be content in her own shimmering
because she still revolved around the sun,
and not the other way.  

I'd wait there -
under the moonlight
- among the fragrant petals
with the gurgling of some small fountain
somewhere off in the distance

Social anxiety is a crippling cuff
that restrains you to the solitude of your mattress

Fetal position ready for
the red little monster
whispering inbetween your thoughts
"youre worthless"
          ......
"they hate you"
because your mind has brushed upon
a poison bush
oozing self doubt and fear

& you know you can fight it
but your day has left you weak;
Unwilling to stand up.
Besides, the tissue surrounding your brain isnt a surface you can easily scratch..

Instant relief is not to be expected...
so, bear the irritation we must
till the light decides to bring with it a calm
The sun is an effective locksmith.

I am no prince
Nor I am of royal blood

There is just nothing more of a dream
I wince of meaning to be someone
That person was never me

The crown I once wore,
I thought was forever meant
Temporary was I all to be
Shame on me

I kept running from the storm
Hoping to evade what fear had brought
Now facing what I fear the most
A reality slap
     to wake up on this lovely nap

Once I was a false prince
     in a dreamy fantasy pretense

Now I thought I was a walking dead
All along I was asleep on my bed…


*© Pax

If nature
  Shows it's
Fierce
  What we can
Do

Sandy in
US

Now,
Hudhud
cyclone
in India

News visuals
shivers me

No food,
No shelter,

Looking for help

Nature

Calm and
Violent

Is it's nature

What can I
say about this
painful situation

May God bless them