i feel like a soul
trapped in a body
that is trapped in a mundane, sad life
and i need a weapon
to break this body open
so that my soul come spilling out and i can be free

oh what should my weapon be?
so many choices
so little time
before the time bomb in my mind explodes
leaving me a mess of thoughts and emotions
resurfacing repressed memories
makeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstop
the demons have been let out of their cage again
and they're here to play
tugging on my heartstrings
constricting my throat
crawling under my skin begging me to join them
it's so easy, you can do it i know you can just hold on tightly, pull the trigger, that's right, you're doing so well
we'll see you on the other side

Embraced by the arms of solitude
Finally a lover who knows his soul
And he fell deep into sleep

Safe as pillows on a bed
Safe as houses
On clouds of marshmallow and honey

Dread has forsaken him

And there appeared a door behind his eyes
Opening it he found a vision
The dearest friend of lost souls
Soft ******* on which to lay the head
Venus
Supple Venus!

Madonna
Perched on the alter where he lost his youth
Bleeding
But healing

I have found you
   You are my essence
   I shall cherish your form

She woke

My face warm with tears
Loneliness hurts
But it's you who sparks my fears

Desire a long lost memory
Numb with guilt, we're so distant
Are you too blind to see?

Dreams of happy times
My mind wanders
My heart chimes

Future, forever bringing
The inevitable end
Or is there a chance of a new beginning?

So tell me,
Where are we going this time?
Are we both going to fall?
Be madly in love?
Or are you going to be
Just another person
Passing by
With no intention to stay?

the clouds
are dancing
beside the moonlight,

i can smell
the fragrance
of the sea breeze,

the wind blows
in sweetest rhythm
of how our hearts
beat when we're together,

the leaves sway
like we hold
each other's hands,

lying in the sand,
i realized,
we never grow up,
we're always
too young
to fall in love

Paradise Child is
The world of different
Meaning like paradise
Is vacation
Sometimes poet and poetress
Need a plan called "paradise"
But to get that you
Have to able to feel comfortable
And wisdom.

I tell myself that
I am a Paradise child
To show the universe
That I am who I am
Looking for more information
Contained who is the Paradise
Child?

Paradise is Child
Child is Paradise
Paradise and the world are two
Things I love
And I hope that I am the
Paradise Child.

                      By K-mari ©2016

If we could forget our downfalls,
We would never learn from them.
Remember,
History tends to repeat itself
Unless we work against it.
Maybe that's the issue.
Through trying to forget,
You forget to listen to your heart.
Maybe you need to do your best to remember.
Remember the good times,
The lessons learned,
And all of the little things.
The little things mean the most.

He who breathes the air
was once my ray of sunshine.
He who breathes the air
was once who tingled my heart.

He who breathes the air
is such a coward.
He who breathes the air
was never been mine.

And I'm glad he wasn't.

He who breathes the air
boils my blood.
He who breathes the air
is the reason of me being red.

He who breathes the air
is the one I truly despise.
He who breathes the air
shouldn't also breathe mine.