Lines up and down
side to side
I'm imprisoned
by what I write

A blank paper
screaming to be
written

A written paper
filled with
screaming words

Waiting to be freed.

There,
In the night sky,
in the space between stars,
lies a dim light,
looking for its partner.

Flying in circles through space,
Floating still in the sky.
wandering around the corners
of the dreams of men
haunting the minds
of those who are awake.

There, it lies.
Lost in the light of its surrounding
slowly fading into a memory

Once it shined
More than any light,
but now
there's nothing it might,
since the light has died.

A ‘times your chain's your freedom
Treasured freedom is your prison
You feel you want to hold on
It's the way you choose to move on
Your future could be in the past
Past catching your future rather fast
A dream turned to a nightmare
'Cause it’s **** big it does scare
Here was once your "wish I was there"
Your success was a whisper in a prayer
The uncertainty that kept them guessing
A curse turns out was a disguised blessing
I heard the path could be the obstacle
Hardship passed turns to a spectacle
Heard things that tend to make us cry
In Jan, in a year we laugh about or in July
Worst enemy was once the closest friend
Fighting wars to conceive peace is a trend
I hear every end is just another beginning
The race doesn't end but we are winning
Heart never rests, panic when it stops beating
We blend in trend, trust is for them cheating
Lust took to the stage, nobody applauded love
Those who lack losing the scant to those who have
Life's a death trap, them who care are loathed
The heartless are wrapped in care and clothed
The foolish are philosophical and wise
Probability's certain, no longer roll the dice
It's a game we ignore the rules to win
Since we're more sober after a taste of Gin
Sometimes the end justifies the means
Yet a ‘times the means justify the end

You know that itch you get.
When a bug bits you?
And suddenly there's a rash,
Not just in the place you were bitten,
But you can actually feel it all over you?

They say we shouldn't scratch them
or it could leave a scar.

So we try to control the itch.
And we focus to not focus in it.
In fact, it's almost impossible.

But then there's you.
You are not a bug.
And you sure did not bite me.
Worst
You kissed me.

And left something worst
than just an itch
or even a rash.

For the thing is.
a bug may leave a weal
somewhere in my skin
and that would be it.

But you are worst
than the most savage itch
and the poisonous bite.

You are in my skin.
inside my flesh,
deep in my bones,
locked in my heart,
haunting my mind.

I could take any kind of itch now
any kind but you.

And the truth is,
I've scratched too much.
and all that is left of you
is nothing but an infamous
itch.

It's been almost a week now, and yet you're still everywhere but where you should be.
How can you love someone and don't give a **** about them?
It's not the first time you leave, you've been gone longer, but there's a chance it may be the last one.
You said you loved me, missed me.
But here I am again, running in circles, all alone.
I can't keep doing the job for two, I can't keep doing the work for you.
I may not understand but at least I've tried.
You just left, oblivious if I cried.
You where right,you weren't playing with my feelings.
For to play with something requires affection to the toy.
Which you don't.
I'm not even that for you.