Love became just a stranger to me,
I came home one night,
And all of my belongings has disappeared,
Mysteriously.
I never knew, silence could be your worst enemy.
A newcomer to this type of pain,
I will never look at another visitor the same.
Again.
Yet, this slithery, silent, serpent still creeps..
Clutching on my throne..
I'm praying to hear God's voice..
But the echo of a closed mouth
Is too profound.
I never thought love, would make stranger in my home.
This is the lonely life of being alone.

©MH

How can I love unconditionally,
When I haven't been conditioned to love?


An innocent Angel.


©MH

I remember my first 1,062 words,
Every syllable written with an sketch of my pain,
I remember the days
Where "words" helped me ease the pain.
         in this sentence I can't complain.
I owe it all to the lines
L I E
The truth into somewhat,
Only POETRY understands..
How it made me a man.
If poetry was your mouth piece
What would you stand
Foe?

RAISE UP YOUR FIST,
OR SHALL I SAY!
YOUR PEN!
EMPOWER THESE YOUNG, INSPIRING, INTELLIGENT WRITERS
Age does not mix between the lines.
Write.
Write.
WRITE.

-Words are powerful, don't stop writing.


  

                                                  ­          ©MH

1:47 AM

My eyes lay wide open, conscious won’t let me sleep.
I’m new to this silent killer,
                              Loneliness.
Before I shut this world off I’m seeing,
                   I'm already soaking up the pitch black,

Yes. It’s my dirtiest pleasure creeping up again.

One more attempt to connect with my subconscious,
But the hatred within is so beautiful!
Born with no voice,
Words is the only choice I have.


… Her Words… Birthed my soul.


©MK

I never thought,
             Never seeing your face,
             Would be so beautiful...

Your smile crept into my world,
Cold, lustful, nights
Shattered just by your words.
A simple message, interpreted into a brand new soul.
As an young man, I always believed in God,
I just never knew love was born with no face.
One of main reasons that's why I bow my head on every plate.
Humbled to a broken heart,
Her words gave life and it made amends...
To my broken heart...


©MK

Give me a knife so that I may carve my insecurities into the flesh of the unwanted

Let the failures and disappointments bleed  
    out as the life from within seep onto the  
       unending thought of hopelessness

Trapped inside of a body and mind that is  
                     unforgiving
    Crying from within as depression
            overshadows my path

     I am lost in a world of cruelty yet      comforted by the  thought of pain while    
   my soul longs to be free and my mind
      fighting to keep from going insane

Sitting high off of THC, I numb the world
   To numb the pain.. the same pain that I    
                    found comfort in
   Cause that pain, that same  pain .... can    
     cause the hopeful to become hopeless
            And the courageous, fearful