I need something so different
Oh god something new
I want so badly to see the sunrise
Tomorrow
A new start
My failures today won’t harm me no more
I’m stronger than this
I won’t let this take me down
A change of pace
A new picture to look at
A new mantra to replace the one that
Means nothing more than the load of crap
It became
My anger is filling the cracks
And making new ones as it comes around
Wrapping around my forehead
And soothing my misgivings
I want my ideals to be me
Instead of me being my ideals
Please let me change

As we faced the war,
Made ourselves great.
it felt good deep inside,
we held grip on our faith,

As we walk with blood,
on our tired bodies,
As we felt like trash,
to those on top and greedy.

As we saw our peers wounded,
in shame and dying,
we walk pass them,
in regret without looking

As we felt discriminated,
to those undeserving one's.
we dream we're in their places,
but it's all in the plan.

As we are haunted by memories,
we are deeply shocked.
by happenings we saw,
by the time we're hacked.

As we constantly seek,
the life's hidden quests.
we struggle for fairness,
to solve every tests

as we came from this hostile,
we grieve for their souls,
cheers to the unsung,
who had taken the toll.

As we fill the gaps,
of the holes they created,
without a recognition,
yet we have initated.

As we pray and move on,
and set our minds free,
as we accept the facts,
on what we cannot be.

As we struggle and die,
for our ideas and beliefs.
hoping for a small change,
even when we're buried deep.

When the darkness of night settles around me
and the silence of the dark grows louder
I find myself thinking,
dreaming,
clinging to the wisps of memories
escaping from behind closed eyes
glistening with an old lover's flame
Oh, how I long for those days
ghosts of lives past, reminding
finding,
hiding themselves in my present life
contently discontent in the twists and turns
to jump at me without a proper notice
your voice, hidden in songs of the past
soft and sweet, gently spoken upon
the ears of the hurting,
soothing,
removing the present stresses of the day
Your face, dancing upon my eyes
eyes of the mentally broken, forcing them closed
Healing the mind, if only temporarily mending,
tending,
rending my best days pale in comparison
to the resounding beauty of your eyes alone
And yet, I write, hoping to find solace
away from the bitter taste of my present place
that your memory reminds me of, yet
your name, common as it may be, keeps reminding
rewinding,
unbinding the cords that contain that sliver
releasing a sudden rush of emotion that is uncontrollable
never knowing what to expect
a tear, a chuckle, a sigh
They torture me from the inside out
and yet I cherish every second of the pain
silently hoping it doesn't fade while praying
that the end comes quickly, if only to save face
To hate the feeling would be to hate everything
severing,
suffering the pains I'm not ready to face
of letting go of all the memories that hold you in
But to love these feelings, would be to hate where I am now
This present life, this reality with her
In comparison to others, there's no comparing,
relating,
relenting her image against the memory of your touch
I can't face these thoughts either
so I sit here, contorted in emotional pains
deciding how long I should listen to you today,
Beautiful angel, fair in face
wonderful by thy name, sing me your grace

If I should list

the metaphors unspoken

words I never

got around to say

I don’t guess

I’d ever have to wonder

why you called u-haul

and went away


Now people think I’m slipping

when they hear me

talking to a vision

in my head

walking down the street

alone and mumbling

all the little things

I left unsaid

People are people.
Lies are lies.
People lie.
People are liars.
People live in the shadows of lies.
Admit it or not, we are all liars for we are people.
People hide through the shadows of lies.
Chained by the shadows of lies.
And hurt by the shadows of lies.

People are people.
Lies are lies.
People lie.
People are liars.
People live in the shadows of lies.
Admit it or not, we are people, others want to live in the shadows of lies.
Others choose to stay away from the shadows of lies.
Now tell the people where you are.
Living in or staying away from the shadows of lies?

People are people hiding through the shadows of lies.
People are people.
We all lie.