He struggles to drag the pencil
Can't find the strength to pick up the brush
Falls into the pure canvas

How can he depict the colors that haunt him
The vivid oils that torment him

With shaking hands,
The pen floats above the untainted
To smear the dark ink would be to sin

Tears are all the empty canvas take
No polluted graphite to smear it
Paint won't wound the prestine white

Preserve the innocent
Protect the untainted
Even if it's a lie,
Even if under the surface colors reign in chaos

I've been told before that wisdom comes from time
A lie as mine came from pain

The silent ones are targeted
Not because they are weak
But because they're the strongest ones
The ones who see all
Know all
Keep ***** secrets guarded
And suffer in the light of the moon

The silent ones are the ones to be wary off
Their eyes see into your soul
Their pain builds and builds
And when their soul is finally broken
They will destroy all

The silent ones are the ones forgotten
Not because they are unimportant
But because they're the ones with powerful words that are never spoken
They hold the most wisdom
Analyze the most
Think the most

I pour my heart on these pages, soak the pain in ink and let the strokes be seen. Each line that I sketch, is another line that was stitched on my heart. Every tear drop that falls, makes the paint come alive. Each color that joins, they mourn my love. The graphite that spreads, it cloaks these words. Each page holds, another secret to be told. Another love story to behold.

Begging for help,
Crying in the inside
Wishing someone would see me drowning

No one stops
No one looks
No one cares

I battle day and night
This dark cloud comes and goes
I struggle to keep it in check
But I'm failing
I'm struggling

Wont someone save me?
Why can't anyone see?
Am I just too weak?

I'll keep on fighting,
Keep on the battle
I won't give up,
But won't someone lend me strength?

This pain is to strengthen us
Those too weak die and fall broken
Those who remain standing reap the spoils of war

I've lost that innocent spark
Lost that light I once had
I've grown cold to the touch
Grown dead inside

I have a storm of negative emotions, swirling and twisting, each one goading the other to keep burning. When one finally dims down, another takes its place; resentment, hate, rage, and sadness. This storm is my strength, just as this storm is my biggest weakness. If only, for a bit, would the storm stop. If only, there was a sun above the clouds. If only, there was something inside me other than this storm.

Love will either shackle you in misery, or liberate you. It's a double edge blade with two possible outcomes. The better of the two isn't always the one that pierces our hearts.

I have a shriveled and bitter soul of an aged being, but the heart of child

What good is the glue if the broken pieces are missing?

Why should topaz be cast aside for a sapphire?
Is saphire more precious than a topaz?

Name alone
Saphire
Topaz
Which is more precious?

Should you hate the shine of topaz,
Quiet yet deep
Should saphire be chosen
For boldness and color

Topaz yet another gem
Yet unwanted
Tossed aside
For the dull saphire

Inferno filled glasses
They seek and search
Shinning upon the broken and deceitful

They burn with a hunger but are never fed
These passion filled eyes
Searching with a painful optimism

To sedate the lustful avarice
They seak and search
For the one worthy

Upon the ultimate bed, you lay
Exquisite as ever, with an angelic smile

You tarnished your gift, gave in to the seven deadly sins
You stole, you lied
To sedate your unquenching lust
You let loose your unrelenting wrath

Guardian angles flock together
Lay eyes upon the one they failed

Let the trumpets sound loud and clear
And Heaven's light shine upon the final secret revealed

Your greed damaged our singing heartstrings
For now, they play the melancholy song of dissolution

Your gluttony for sweet release left us void
Took from us what you had once given
Left us starving to hear your joyous voice

Your wrath scorched our wings
Grounding us to earth
The fire of your agony still unknown
Yet the fire of anger begins to burn

Pride expelled you from Heaven
The lies you tightly wove masked the truth beneath

Upon the ultimate bed, you lay
Is that smile even real?
We mourn and sing the final farewell
Even that you stole from us
Upon the ultimate bed, you lay
Your exquisite corpse forever mocking

Open wounds that open the gates of hell
That is our story
Our forbidden chapters lie withing our bruises
Withing these silver lines

You see the smiling faces
But do you see that there's no light in our eyes?
Do you see the boiling darkness in them instead?
Or do you choose to ignore it

We lie to the world
And society brands us
Labeling us as the outcasts
Truth be told, we're more human
Because we know true pain

Words that paint a lovely scenery
It's our art
We seek to be in control
All we can control is how much blood to spill
All we know is the gleaming double edge sword

You preach at us
To Hell we'll burn
But we're already there
We write our stories in crimson words
The Blood Diaries, who will find them?
When?

You call us weak
Call us attention ******
But you think of frauds when you speak
The ones truly suffering are the ones smiling
The ones who try to heal others
The ones who smile brightest
The ones who laugh  hardest

Don't judge us
First read our Blood Diaries
See our pain
Know the secrets we hold
The burden we carry
Walk in our shoes
And then you'll see just how strong we are

Look into my eyes
See the pain locked away
Know why I hide so much

Feel my scars
Don't you sense the anger that split the pain?
Understand why the silver lines stay

Find me in the woods
Witness each silent tear fall,
Know why I'm so cold to the world

Feel my heart
Can you see the cracks caused by the chains?
Now you know why I must be so strong

Look into my eyes
See the fire and determination inside of me
Know why I hope and fight so much
Know why I'll never give up

What she asks for is something that she denied herself
With her slurred words, she sealed the doors
With every insult she got ****** into the darkness

My mind is a labyrinth, one that she desperately tries to decipher
With every bruise she makes a wrong turn
With every drop of crimson wine she falls into the black

Who she wants to know is someone who she pushed away
She doesn't know him, doesn't know that her flames become extinguished in his ocean of resentment

My heart is locked away and sealed, the key, something that must be earned
A key she frantically searches for
She tries to knockdown the walls, to make the door crumble
But her fists just make them all the stronger

When will she understand who she searches for is dead?
The undead left behind is unknown to her and she'll never know him because she can't **** him like she did with her son,
He's just a shell, a piece of battle armor brought to life

My life is not hers to command,
The boy who she seeks to dictate died,
I'm all that's left
And I will be in control of my life
Finally, ending her tyranny

An empty canyon
An abyss of dark fog
Cold isolation
Frozen in time
Never truly moving forward

That was the norm
Then a blazing comet came soaring through the icy night
Land caught a flame
The dark sky light up
And hope was born

Love is tricky and difficult. It can be marvelous and heal all wounds, or it can create a canyon so vast in one that one falls into the dark abyss. Love may not always be reciprocated, but just to feel it is a lucky thing, to receive it an even more precious treasure. But to love a friend is to suffer the most, yearn the most, care the most, love the most.

I'll fight one day at a time,
Face one demon each day.
Until I get by,
I'll fight one day at a time.

I just bear through and endure because after the dark storm that tempts me with false promises of sweet release, I realize that after the dark storm, the clouds part to reveal the sun or moon and shine light and hint on a beauty that says that it gets better.

Life isn't always fair but we must make the most of what we can, enjoy what we have, love those who we have and not mourn the dead, the living are the ones with trials up ahead whereas the dead are finally at peace and won't hurt ever again.

You chose the bottle over your family
You made promises you couldn't keep
Drank into oblivion
To numb your pain you let us drown in your drunken sorrow

I chose the blade over you
Chose to cut all ties to not feel pain
I bled all the toxins out
To live without love I gave you all my freezing indifference

We're on the same ship
Sailing through vicious storms
Bearing through the cold dark

But we're landing on different shores
Seeing different worlds
Walking different paths

Tis sad to say,
Our love is wrong
What keeps us away
Is that I'm not strong

Spread your wings an fly away,
I hold nothing for you,
Don't you hear the words I say?
Leave now, before I hurt you too
Leave now, before you break away

Sorry pal, but nothing is forever. Not even the strongest of chains, eventually they fade and break apart. That's life. But to truly live life, you must learn to treasure the present and the pleasant memories it gives birth to, to live through the dark times when solitude wishes to choke the light out of you.

My life is just an extended poem. I'm a philosopher, artist, poet and a being with secrets hidden. When I decide to open up, the richest words come out, the deepest lines are said.

Broken glass can't mend broken a broken heart

I love you, you were my match

Last I saw you, I hurt you badly
Out of jealousy did I snap
Very much do I regret it now
Every time I think of you

You make my heart ache with longing
One mistake was all it took to lose you
Until we meet again so I can say
                       I LOVE YOU

Tis better to have loved and bled, than to have never loved at all. For if you bleed and weep for a broken heart, at least you'll know you're human. If you never bleed, never feel a pulse that resonates from within for another, then you would have been made of stone; you would have never truly been alive.

Don't fall into the dark
You can't lose your soul and believe no one loves you
I love you and I'll mend those broken cracks

Don't hate those around you
You can't keep hurting those that try to get close
I'll save you and teach you something other than pain

Don't cry yourself to sleep
Your tears they drown you amongst your sorrows
I'll fish you out and save you
With me, waking up everyday would be a breath of fresh air

Don't do it
The blades selfish and only cares for the thirst your blood gives it
I'll kiss your scars away
You won't need to suffer by my side,
I'd protect you from your demons

My heart's been broken, long before it was opened. When it was opened, it was consumed by the darkness that had broken my heart. And when my heart broke, my mind had closed to block the pain.

Love now before you lose the ability to do so,
Tell him now before you lose him forever
Know he loves you back,
before you end up alone
Let your love be shone,
Before its just a faded memory

You're what makes me special, you're what lights me up. Oh now I'm on fire, the flame you can't extinguish it, join me in a beautiful flame. Our heat of love what we make it so, your breath next to mine, I whisper in your ear this, and this only; I love you

Love may be wonderful,
But it's always let me down

A smudge cover
Can't see the hidden title
The hardback conceals the stained white within

Pages were torn
Corners were burned

The words bled through what was left
Bitter waves etched the damaged white

Can't comprehend the insanity within
The entire thing is a discordance
Black waves attacking the stained land

Barely bound together
The rigmarole survived abusive readers
To be tattered and mistreated
Ripped apart and cauterized

Was this pitiful tale the author intended?
To whom did he write for?
What drove waves of ink?
Why was such desolation captured?
Was he pleased with his piece?

This key to my heart is long lost
No way of breaking the walls of stone
This soul forever hidden

No heat can melt this heart of steel
Deep inside only frost and power,
Not even the brightest of stars can thaw this being

This shattered broken boy rebuilt at last
The strongest of hammers can't break him again
Rebuilt to his formal power and glory
No man alive can hurt him again

Its easier to talk about darkness as it seeks one out, writing about the light is harder as it evades us

You sink to the depths of despair
Choke on the memories of failure
And wish you could halt the agony,
To halt your gift

The shackles, however, don't let it happen
They grasp so ever firmly the beating drum of life
Bruise the flesh that they cling to
Barely maintaining your existance; you can see the clear blue skies from your watery prison

You gasp, you scream
You wish the shackles would shatter, that you would at long last be embraced by the void of darkness at the bottom

But in the back of your mind, at the bottom of your shackled drum, you pray and hope that these chains would bring sweet release
That you could once more feel the fresh crisp air against your blue and purple skin one final tine

You release tears unseen,
And scream to be released from limbo
To either perish or be set free
But truth be told,
You're the one who placed the shackles you hate so much
You're the warden of this watery hell

Beautiful mercury droplets escape the vast void
How could such beauty exist in a plane of nothing?
For such beauty to even escape from the emptiness

These beautiful droplets are not the saving gift of water
Though of far more divine magnificence
A deadly radiance, the liquid fire
Do not dare wipe nor touch the falling droplets

Be amazed and honored to have witnessed such a rare phenomenon
Few have gazed upon the melancholy and glamorous event
Watch from a distance as mercury droplets rain from the empty void
Watch as the silver tears escape the hollow cavity

A beautiful melody,
A sight to behold
Fog clouds the path
Rain drowns the song

Search desperately
Yearn for it with your heart
Youll never reach the aching tune
Never gaze upon the divine scene

Thunder roars through the dying cave
Hammering, thundering, all through the dark

Like desperate wings flapping for dear life
It's all that fills the desolate abyss

Fear falls from the ceiling
Crystal tears that hold captive unspoken horror

Wailing tormented cries accompany the beating
Aunguish strikes the walls

I feel my hunger growing. My desire pulsing, thirst growing
Knowledge abound, growth all around