My words became
knives.
A paragraph,
a sword.
And when I
made
my first speech,
the room
                was
                        hit
                             with
                                            a
                                                    grenade.

Unconscious images spill their essence
In the flora of your mind.
Do you remember.
Can you remember.

Memories engraved paint your eyes colored
Once you reminisce on a dissipated friend.
The smell of their harvest is now nothing
But a fragrance.

balloons.
bulbous and shiny and colorful and full of laughter
children with bright eyes and high pitched laughs

let go of the string and the fun flies away.

Don't hang out with your exes, but that's not entirely true.
Don't hang out with your exes unless they're over you.
And one more point to add to this
that would not be good to miss
unless you're over them too, don't hang out with your exes.

My self is humbled
When I see light arround
When I hear birds sound
When fresh air persuade
Its time you rise and join
Hands with the bands
Who just do the will
Of almighty and fill
Obediance and pleasure
That makes this world
beautiful
Permanance is created
By chain of trancience.
Its the beam of light
That creats this drama
Sounds and shadows
With silence and shades
Flights and blights
Strings with words
That is god!
My self is humbled!

to the the girls who starve themselves,
the ones that watch their carbs,

you want to feel adored
you´re personality is fading
they´ll eventually get bored.

while striving for more
you settle for less

you can´t seem to love yourself
step on the scale, there go a few numbers
along with your happiness