Lets pretend,
we're still friends.

Lets pretend,
you don't avoid my eye.

Lets pretend,
When you saw me,
you didn't look to your left,
tease your hair
and stare behind you as I went passed.

Lets pretend
When you saw me doing work,
you didn't mutter 'fa**et' under your breath.

lets pretend,
when I asked where you were going,
you didn't hear me.

Lets pretend,
I don't see that look of denial
every time I speak

Lets pretend,
everything is fine.

Lets pretend
we're still friends

-Sx

A flame burns...

the optimist,
sees the light it makes,
and the heat it creates.

the Pessimist,
sees the oxygen it consumes,
and the wax turn to fumes.

which are you?

-Sx

We're the ones
who find shelter in the background
of a 'World wide' web.
spitting words of dark venom
on a blank page, with
a language so rich, no one
can truly understand.
Outcast
by those who never tried, nor
understood the meaning
of their own tongue.
with words more powerful
then the weapons they made.
A symphony of vibrations waiting,
for a listener yet not
to be heard,
Not bound.
behind closed doors,
or names with no faces.
nor fiction, nor prose
but real life emotions,
grief, sadness and anger
cried out in a rage.
We're the ones
who find solace
in black blood,

on a page.

-Sx

Everyday. I fall inwards. A never ending implosion.
sinking into the shadows, where ideas are the seeds
growing after this life, in the ether. Away,
from everyone, past the emotion,
past the fear, hate and love.
I am full of
emptiness.
Another
hollow host
for a lost soul.

-Sx

What is Courage without fear?
What is Honesty without lies?

What is imagination without reality?
What is experience without memory?

What is a mother without a child?
What is a husband without a wife?

What is a speech without a listener?
What are words without readers?

What are teachers without students?
What are brains without bodies?

What can be without its other half?

It can never be
without
  not being.


-Sx

He sits behind his scarlet screen,
drifting from the friends
of his own reality.

He sits behind his scarlet screen,
reaping likes,
like an antidote
to the loss of attention,
from his former normality.

He sits behind his scarlet screen,
prepared for war
within a blue virtual
world of brutality.

He sits behind his scarlet screen,
finding love
in the pixels of this
synthesized neutrality.

He sits behind his scarlet screen,
no longer looking at the server of life,
frozen beyond his window screen

Lost.

behind his scarlet screen


-Sx