The clavicle of my thought
Corroding my innerds as though knowing me
Amputations avast my yearning body
Smother me with remorse
Burn thy soul with your ecombered hands
Take the life which was given to me without my consent
Undeserving to be in such place
The music notes of life
A wide spread torrent
Downpour on those who do not believe
Those who shan't believe
Those
Those are free
Jagged pulse
Viens caked
Flow has softened
Work has stopped

Life is shaping me
to be what I should be,
it shaped me
for what I am
it did hammer and chisel
in the past
shaping the being I was.

Wonder though
what does this sculptor
has on mind
to reshape me finally into what?

I will not know
for the last breath will still be
taking life's blows.

if you fail once,
stop trying altogether;
distance yourself from those who care
and keep
running
away.

never get close
or let anyone in
that way you'll never feel pain again-
for a soul can only break so much before it shatters.

fill yourself up with the sins of the world
they'll give you an illusion of happiness,
enough to keep going into your next dismal day.

****
yourself
slowly;
let each breath feel like a knife to your heart -
know only pain in a world full of suffering.

let the darkness overwhelm
until it begins to feel like home
and make your bed
in a pit of despair.

cry yourself to sleep,
and smile during the day -
suffer,
but let no one know.

I bet the world would be very different.
All acts would be taken thoughtfully and cautiously,
Peace would prevail,
Education would be deep,not for employments sake but for gaining of knowledge,knowledge to live by and not just make a living from.
Not everyone chooses to think deeply,others are scared they might know the truth,others just don't think they can think beyond opinions.
In every mind lies answers to questions life has to offer,
They always await being drawn out,
If wisdom wasn't an option I'd say its fine to be a fool,but since wisdom is a choice..being a fool is total folly.
Why buy your own downfall when you can choose glory?
Life is tougher for thinkers because everything means something to them,
Its easier for shallow minds because even something may seem like nothing to them,
In as much as life's easier for shallow thinkers,its not safe at all.there's so much to risk.
As for thinkers,solutions are at the tips of their fingers,and they're not scared to find out truths.
And because of this,they reveal truths everyone else might have known but had no way of putting  across or breaking it down..indeed there's nothing new under the sun.

My name spells love in every language
you say you’ve learnt; the pulsating
streets of your veins are alight with life tonight.

We walk them with empty-pockets and
hand-in-hand; the only crimes we commit
is that we lead each other to dark places;

a castle of lies; half-said the only loving
we’ve done is in our heads.
We lose time in words and suddenly

it’s four a.m. and the coldest hands
have only ever been yours; all that throbbing
gone to waste. Rest your heart

with me, it’s never lost; four a.m.
is your hour with me
because you’ll sleep and awake

and we’ll become thieves of conversations
stealing emotions we hide in jokes
and the sundry ‘have a nice day’s.

I woke up in my dream last night,
and it felt real and you were there.
I woke up in my dream and you were inside
my room and on my bed you lay bare.

I woke up in my dream, and the northern lights
could not match the colors in your smile.
I woke up in my dream, and there you embraced me tight,
and I swear I was breathless a while.

I woke up in my dream and oranges and sky blues danced,
when you stepped and swayed to old piano pieces.
I woke up in my dream and immediately into a trance,
when I felt your freeing love in innumerable kisses.

One day, I'll wake up from my dreaming
and see you sleeping by my side.
One day, one moment in the right timing,
I'll wake up next to you for the rest of my life.

the sky a faint grey
suddenly turned black as night
wind roars, thunder cracks