Although we live
in a world of
eight billion humans

we know very few people

every face we see

is another clay mask of conformity

only when we meet on the last day, the sunset

will we see the true face of humanity

This is madness

i love being alone
but it kills me when i am lonely

i hate you
but it kills me to know you hate me

i fear pain
but pain is all that keeps me alive

do i deserve to die?

I've smiled a long time
a habit i guess...

smiling isn't all that great
smiles are almost always fake

i've often wondered:
"why is it abnormal to be sad?"

when can we stop smiling
and not be treated as sick

when you rise before the sun
for a reason you'll always love

when you sleep
with one on your mind

when you dream
with your heart in your hand

when you no longer fear

is that to live?

How the Sun rises
      A beautiful day ahead
Indeed there are many
     Who'll not see the Sun this day
                                                or tomorrow.

It is for these that we
    Should live
so their memories may not
                                       fade, as the light of their lives
                                                        faded.

To remember those we have lost in the Dark
                                              is an insult;
                                              their souls live with the light now
                                   and so
                     they should only be
                                                    recalled
                                                                in the Sunlight

When we'd stood and wondered
where our lives were going,
not knowing our hearts had blundered
still we waited for the midnight crowing.

We thought we could begin our journey
at the morning's first light,
and when the fires were lowly burning
we had seen that beautiful sight

At light's last waning glow
we realised our folly
and felt love's striking blow.

We fell and neither was sorry
as we were consumed by the falling snow

Your existence is a revolution of colour
Of ideas and creation.
A radical paradox of reality.
A heartbreakingly complex story
but
an inspiringly strong
Heart

True Beauty
Lives in every soul.

Those who seek to enhance it
Often lose it
While those
Who try to conceal it
Only enhance it.

i laughed once
a feeling i've not felt since

            the blood i'd missed
                      continued to persist
            the flow would not stop
of that i was glad

and for the second time,
                          that i could remember,
                                                       ­    i laughed.

If i should die
do not say i died for myself
do not say i died for nothing
do not say i died

tell them how i lived
for You
for Them
for my Country
for Love

i never will forget

Late is the hour
but still
I am awake

Alone; a tower
Cold - I think
of many a mistake
Made unthinkingly

My own mind
has become
my worst enemy

And it's a battle I cannot win.

there we see it
in the distance

at times it closes upon us
at times it flees our sight

but it returns as sure as tomorrow's sun
as sure as tomorrow's sun?

if ever there was a thing less certain
as the rise of the tomorrow's sun.

The sun has set
the stars now shine
the night darkens
and the cold surrounds us
my eyes grow tired
and my mind becomes weary

but still I think of You

many days
and many nights
i have dreamt
of seeing You

yet whenever i am close
to You
i am in more pain than
when i am without You

i cannot live without You
but die when i am with You.

I knew you
you knew me.

now i pretend you are new
and you do the same;
we ask questions
that we have long known the answers to.

all in the hopes
that one day
you'll love me
as i have loved you

What can we do
It hurts when we
Lie, it hurts when we smile
Let me go

Yours is the smile i want to see
Our hearts once ruled what has been
Usurped by stone

Live, die
Eat, starve
True, false

My heart is now the
Enemy

Death
Is now my friend
Everything that once was, no longer is. Or is it
?

The path, chosen, has got us thus far
the sun now at our backs
casting many shadows before us
shadows of ourselves

as the light fails
our objective is lost

our journey has been hard
but now we are lost

the wolves howl
as night descends

we no longer know where to go
when once, it was all we had dreamt of

our hope now wanes
as the moon in the dark

the stars once bright
now blurred with fright

which way do we go?
for dark is all around us
no light, no hope

all is lost

The sun is now above us,
our vision no longer blurred

the path is now clear,
as too are the many deviations

we see our destination
but know not which way to go

each path leading forwards
with no hope of coming back

all is not as it seems
yet all seems as it is

As we travel
with the sun in our eyes

newly risen and bright

we hope one day
to reach those heights

and sail those winds
dive to those depths

anything is possible
nothing is probable

a knight in shining armour
to win a girls heart

a knight in shining armour
to gleam in the sun

a knight in shining armour
is a man who has never seen battle

my armour is not shining
but dented and damaged

i am not a knight in shining armour
the shine is long gone
only a crust of dried blood remains

i am not a knight in shining armour
once maybe, but no more

for i have seen too many battles
and will see too many more

yet as She views Her suitors
She has already chosen Her champion
long before the fight-

there he is boldly:
a knight in shining armour

The people who see
me for me
don't like it and would rather i be
Someone who is not me
and that i'd prefer to be.

A gift from granny,
but running down the corridor at school, you fell
you shattered
harmless pieces of glass

but sharp
oh so sharp

and so six years ago,
with a small cut on the hand

you started a habit
that i'd never break.

There is naught but cold
as the days grow old
and our faces become lined
but our expressions stay bold;

there is nothing but hate
where once love did accumulate
and our hearts, now stone,
are weary as we mutilate;

there is not but death
in the place of mirth,
where life once thrived:
we dare not take a breath.

And now maligned,
alone,
we live contrived.

When the sun sets
When the light fades
When the shadows grow long
When Darkness falls

We stand sentinel to the return
of light
of warmth
of colour

but it is not always gaurenteed.

This is it,
the End.

Abandon me to the depth of Darkness and Despair
let me too sink into that dreamless endless sleep
only to awake at the drop of six feet and the sound of falling sand-

when the stars loose their light and the moon fades to Darkness
with the sun dimming at the passing of each day
only to be stopped at Dies Illa-

still i will endure;

Suffering life
loving all but
loved
by none
To dream -
to dream
to hope -
to die
to sing -
to quiet
to die -
to die