He was born
not to cooperate
with the world;

to be proudly
contrary and
indifferent.

He tried
the straight
and narrow
just long enough
to discover
the axe finds
the necks
of free men first.

He thought
about it
and decided
life is better
if you are
no one's victim
and that he
did not want
to **** his
away on nonsense.

Contact with
humans had
fried his brain
into a remnant
of carnage,
a napalmed city
or forest,
cold scar tissue.

He had to unlearn
the universe.

Naturally
he became
picturesque
and poor.

Men thought him
lazy or crazy;
women, mostly
interested in
money and power,
avoided him.

It was easy
to become a hermit.

He wanted a life
as free from
other people
and consequences
as possible.

He hides out now
in the edge places,
the waste places,
where no one
looks or cares.

You might
find him there,

but you will
never catch him.

  ~mce

I cannot speak.
It is how I am now.
I was alone for such a long time,
that I learned to shut everyone out,
thinking that nobody would understand what I go through.
I've learned to wipe my own tears,
and that made me believe that I don't need anyone.
And so, I thought I could never be loved.
I have a lot of baggage .
But you loved me and I fell so hard.
You touched me and reminded me that I am not alone.
You promised to be by my side
and two years later you still are.
But I want you to understand .
I am still scared and maybe sometimes I will push you away.
I hope you understand that I am trying to build myself .
I will be happy, and I'll suddenly get sad.
I will cry, and I will never tell you why.
It's hard for me to place my burdens upon somebody else's shoulders.
I hope you understand

Can you keep a secret?
Promise me,
you'll keep it
shut behind your
lips and teeth and tongue.
Though I'm sure
once I've said it
you won't ever forget it
but I'll regret it later
when its been said and done.
Since all the walls have ears
and all the ears hold whispers
little things
that I could never tell
but you remain so silent
when inside you're so defiant
it's secrets like this
that reveal your true self.
Yet,
once they're out
they're out
and everything changes
and what's more strange is
the fact that
everyone says, 'they won't'
but despite their excuses
loose lips often sink our truces
because words have a way
to undo the 'don't's
don't tell a soul
it's between you and I
forever
and
ever
but that's a lie
since all the eyes
looking back in mine know
that don't became
'did you know...'
The doors close and lock away
all those with the courage to say
Can you keep a secret?
Promise me,
you won't

written May 27, 2015

"People are lessons
Some good some bad
You my friend, are everything I wished to have
But you shed your skin and your true colors emerged
And you revealed that you weren't as high up as I once believed
For you actually were the opposite, so low and deceiving

But people are lessons and you sure taught me something these past 12 years of schooling never did
That you can't trust a boy with a glimmer of love in his eyes
Who tells you he loves you so and whose hands you hold at night feel warmer than your mothers touch
Whose kisses breathe life into your soul as you feel as if you're suffocating yet filled with life at the same time
Because all these gestures, my dear
Are gestures of a boy whose eyes are looking at other girls, whose hands are reaching out to other opportunities and whose lips are talking about everything but you

People are lessons
And you were just a lost cause who wasn't worth my time
I hope you look back and realize you lost something great
For my sights were set on you, my hands were ******, and my lips never shut up about how wonderful I thought you were
I moved mountains for you when you barely moved 25 miles to see me
So thank you, for teaching me that love is blind to a lovers eye"

Sometimes all we have to do
all there is to do
is to hold on to the ledge,
tightly, until straining veins
at the back of our hands
grow like roots seeking water,
until sore fingers silently pray
under the weight of our predicament
as we wait for the storm

and when it starts, some days
it can be as bearable
as accidentally slamming the door
on a finger, heart pounding wildly,
calling out in suffocation,
deep within the confines of soft tissues

other days, it seems to take a deep breath
pulling back heavily on the whip
before striking with barbed malice,
trying to pry open
the hinges holding our inner beings.

At one point, the winds of time
will slowly blow the dark clouds south
bringing oxygen, nutrients and hope
and we can let go of that ledge
turn around with a fortified soul
and step into the sunshine.

Dressed in black smoke.
Burning in flames.

Words were trapped in my
throat , making me not able
to cry or sigh.

My colours faded away into
the black and grey. I was
left alone with nothing to
say while I was drenched
in my own misery and
pain.

The room was getting dark.
My life was falling apart. My
heart was torn to shards.
Poison filled up my veins.

The ventricles of my heart
tangled up. But you, you
showed up and untangled
every knot.

And that was how we fell
in love.That was how I was
rescued and saved* ~

You're an angel, with those hopeful eyes,
When you looked at me, with your tremulous voice,
Saying that i'm your only one,
My heart dies.

Since, when you left
I've started to wrote,
Poems, just like this.
But none of those can explain
What i truly feel.

I got everything new,
My phone, my hair..
But not my soul..
You're still catch here, your voice is still in my heart...
Whispering me things you used to say to me at 3am morning,
When the sun was sleeping
But us not.

Do you remember our little escape,
When we were alone?
Just you, just me...
Do you remember what i used to call you?
That you were my angel?

You know, i can always pick up something I need from books,
And start to read,
But I need you,
Why you're impossible to find?
My heart's ache, it's trying to get you out of my blood.

But i can't, if i am trying that,
I start to bleed,
Nothing but dreams,
That i don't want to lose.

So, if you remember that i called you my angel.
I call you my angel right now,
If you love me, hurry up,
I need you.

It's 2am morning, waiting for 3am morning,
Our hour, our escape...
But i still need to console myself,
That we're looking at the same sky, at the same stars,
But from different places,
And that's hurt me,
Because we used to look at the same sky, at the same stars,
From the same place.

And you used to put your head on my shoulder,
Saying that you love me, and you'll never leave me.
But for god's sake
You left me, my angel.