When someone is angry and leads you into anger
On a lucky day, I'll stop and ponder
And just wonder
Why
Just what could have gone wrong in their day
To spark this anger
And sometimes getting to the root of the problem can be enlightening and fulfilling
But most of the time it only Serves to fuel anger
You realise that you're caught in this vicious circle of trying to justify another's action
Just to put your own emotions at rest
But I'm uncomfortable with empathy
And thinking of somebody else's feelings
It's very boring
It's unappreciated
So we should all stop
Not that I expected anybody to appreciate it
Because humans are horrible creatures
And human nature is the most sickening of all
The ******, the condemned and the crazy
We've all congregated here today
To witness the mass destruction of ourselves
Say your last words
Eat your last meal
And say goodbye

In the ancient, lives tragedy

my interest in you is an obsession
and i've found a way
to make you obsessed
with yourself
too

My silence bites him like the frost in winter
My mystique eats at him till he no longer exists
I wear honesty on my eyes and lustre on my lips
But now He sees through that disguise, when did he become like this?

If you can't beat em, destroy them until you can't join them, because they simply don't exist anymore

Art not without ambition

i've lost my touch

and i will never be

all i can feel is the change within me
and not much else really

you say I'm cold
but i know you like it
when I'm tight

when i stare at myself in the mirror
i get lost in my eyes

i'm just
such
a
pretty
girl

when I'm on top of you
riding you
at 3am
i throw my head back
just as you scratch my bare back
and grip my hair in your iron tight fist

it's then, at this point
that i want you to drag your fathers blade from the hollow of my throat all the way down to what gave you all this pleasure for 7 years

i hope i look cute when you're finished with me, Doctor .

I saw him with his eyes shut
Watching me with his eyes covered
The dust from his hat only intensifying the clarity of his vision
This gas station is his

There's a fire, and its sparking up
Somewhere in the ether,
Run run as fast as you can
He'll catch you one day
But
Not if you're faster than his plan

Come to me, my dear child
You haven't got long left with me, dear child
I'm leaving home in 10 minutes
But life is not my home
Until we meet again, my dear child

im just trying to live a different life

And in the end, nothing will ever matter

I've learnt that the harder you try, the harder things become

i have him
but i want you
you have me
and you want me

I need to talk to somebody about you
you spread through my entire being
until i am nothing but smoke

i have invented a way to pause life

I'm growing tired of living multiple lives

look back at the scattered virtual ink that was pre-determined to be a mastery of the intricate structure you saw with him

I've disappeared from your list
and I live in hope,
that maybe,
I won't be missed

when he told me to wait
every single minute felt like rejection
for once, time was finally accounted for

Waste no time
Please

I've really ****** myself over
So much potential wasted
Because I wasn't careful with time
I played with time
I felt like I controlled it
When really
I'm a slave to time

Repeat the process

I am in mourning
because you have not died

Everyday I ask myself
What can I want
When I have everything

I want someone to write me a poem

why can't night time be forever

I'm sorry
That I can't focus on you
I'm a bored person
I need to entertain myself
And sometimes
You just don't cut it

A glimpse of red
that you really just caught sight of

chiffon caresses
that you really just felt

it's night time
see the light

faces....how many do you have?

haha
in my religion
music is forbidden
because it captivates the heart

it really does

poetry is to live in the moment
poetry is to submerge your head into water
then break through the surface like it's the last thing you'll ever do
poetry is any unraveled emotion that  needs to feel whole again

can you  compare yourself to a train
cause when you think about it
life runs like a train
we run
like trains
someone usually controls us
watches us
we have a set path
that we choose
or is chosen for us
we can take lives
and our paths can be altered
sometimes we can go wrong
or be delayed
sometimes we forge friendships
and sometimes we help with escapes
occasionally we carry out crimes unknowingly
but most of all we keep moving
maybe we stop for a while
but we always keep moving

i feel alone. truly alone, even though i know i'm not, i mean before i used to be enough for myself but these days i'm isolated from myself. numb, disjointed , just not all here. i can party as much as i want, intoxicate myself until my eyes don't open ever again, i can submerge myself into massive crowds of people just to feel like i'm around SOMEBODY, i can ******* appreciate nature and walk for hours on end, **** it let me find a new hobby
all this **** is repetitive
trying to entertain ourselves just to feel content, it;s kinda like we're reliant on life. **** it man at times i don't give a ****, **** life i don't wanna live it
. i'm not talking about suicide here because i don't believe in that ****, i don't believe death is an escape no matter how much it calls your name , anyways, i'm talking about life ******* itself
i don't care much for these activities
that we created just so we don't go ******* crazy
but then again i want to be a slave to this so called life
go be a model
go make some clothes
maybe fight a couple cases in court
appreciate friends
love my family

how do you survive when two extremes exist within you
do you shoot someone one day then become a priest
do you stop talking then launch into a ******* lecture
when you want to stop but you want to run
what do you do?
i could do both
but then time would come and **** me over
**** it i'll keep all this in a special place within my mind
and use it drive what I've selected to waste my time doing in this world
i'll bend everything to my ******* will
just watch

my voice is the soundtrack to my life

no longer the lonely writer

how can i crave contact with people
yet ignore everybody that contacts me

GOD

satiate my craving

what do you do
when you begin to dream of somebody
not just anybody...him
more than once
not just a spontaneous occurrence anymore
but now a regular visitor
in the chamber that is my mind

everything i desire
is so shockingly clear and electric
so much so
that when i wake up
my body is lifeless and drained
i used up my body's reserves
to ******* dream about you
and whether it was voluntary or involuntary
i'm not sure
and
really
i'm not sure whether i want to be sure

i can't bear to have you with me
in the flesh
but i can cope with you flowing through me

i crave that skin on skin contact with you
but i'm afraid baby boy
that it won't feel as real as it did
in my mind

i could go on forever
about absolutely nothing
because that's what you are

absolutely ******* nothing

but then again

i know that you're everything

****** you but I ****** someone else

Don't . Wanna . Get . Outta . Bed . Bcus . I'm . Too . Strung . Up . Over . You .

to tell a lie
succesfully
is to fully reign supreme over any art form
for lying trumps them all

Imagine if you could send your thoughts to someone
in little pulses of light
so
when you think of them
and you think about words
but you can't form them into a coherent sentence fit enough to condemn you
these little light pulses
could
say it all

you only think what i want you to think
when i want you to think

Hospitals scare me
aside from having watched somebody pass away
they scare me

embedded in my chest is the weight of seeing extreme happiness to complete isolation
why should both events co-exist with each other
which one does my heart warm up to more?
a small child who has a better chance at life
or
an abandoned soul who is believed to have overstayed his welcome in this ******* planet

does this bring us on to the topic of privilege
or ignorance

human nature: to lie
what is lying
a trap? a weapon? a prize? justification? a game?
just words that we overreact to?

to lie is to serve justice

plagued endlessly by empty memories of you
laps
you run in my head
up
down
up
down

up
there
when it was all good

down
there
when it was all...i..whatever

i mean when we reach the midpoint
who said we had to cancel each other out
after all that we had
we have nothing
after all of it
you were more
more than anyone... anything.... any person... everything

can you believe
we are down to communicating without interaction
our words just drift past each other
our words are mere bystanders in each others lives
just there in the background
still significant
but not enough
to be the main characters of the story anymore
just piecing together
passively