Emptiness kills
Emptiness of mind
Emptiness of home
Emptiness of stomach
Emptiness of purse
Empty
Is the word which
Provokes us to many
Things
So take the right thing
And start your fight
No matter. How hard it is

under cloud's mountain
I speak her
words of love.

this moonlit night
is no time
to break the spell

with fires in heaven
and stars tempting
false oaths

she dies

in my million sparks of lies.

Looks like burnout
Tastes like failure
I Can't Believe It's Not Butter

"I woke up one morning,
Looked at the daylight sky dripping red giving off a warning.
Like it was telling me that today you will feel agony,
Dear child, get your black gown on and mourn on your sanity,
It said to me with bleeding eyes,
Don’t cry over me dear god i screamed hearing thunder louder than my cries,
I ran to the bathtub holding my tool of recovering,
Looking up for forgiveness to this endless suffering.
I heard the skies laugh at me with one aim,
They were pleased with putting me to shame.
Blades went through my skin letting blood drip as slow as snow fall,
My eyes started to tear and my mouth ran dry and i had no one to call,
My heart started praying to what might come next,
It prayed to stop maybe that was for the best.
A wish was granted to that bleeding heart,
Which will forever be torn apart.
Bleed now you’ll never rest in peace,
You’ll eternally live here being torn piece by piece.”

You're sitting here on the internet,
Scrolling past timelines and getting into cyber wars.
But in some part of the world,
A child is losing her parents.
A nephew is losing his aunt.
A granddaughter is losing her grandmother
A boy is losing his cousin.
A woman is losing her husband.

A boy is being gunned down,
A girl is being forced to starve,
A boy is being forced to watch his parents die,
A girl is being forced into believing her grandmother is asleep.

Blood runs down like streams,
Peacefulness is completely being snatched,
They are treated like trash in their own country,
And everything is being taken away.

Don't you dare say you can't do anything about it,
Because everything makes a difference.

A word,
A phrase,
A thought,
*Just a sense of concern.

all these voices are crawling in on me...
all these visions make me die inside...
all these thoughts makes me numb...
all these things makes me a freak...
this world makes me very crazy...
i often make myself dissapper...
so i beg you, numb me please...
cause i dont wanna be here...
goodbye...*

**(c.m.h)

He nearly ripped my throat out just to prove his point.
The bleeding thumbs of an angry boy can be tasted on my tongue at 11 pm.
His desire lies in between his toes and his malice in between his teeth.
He screams to a God he'll never praise and kisses a father he'll never love.
The sound of the air blowing between my teeth, however, shut him the **** up.
Shhh.
I have a project for you.
It involves you losing your victimizing nature.
Dropping your entitlement.
Opening your baby browns.
And listening.
Your sweat will never taste sweet until you love yourself like you loved her.
Your legs will stumble on their insecurities until you dance in your impurities.
Your vengeance is futile and will only make you avoided.
I can scream too.
You want to scream?
Scream with me.
But don't say I didn't help you.
Don't say I didn't try.
Don't act like the blisters and welts on your tan skin are from my fire.
You want blood?
I got plenty.
I'll jump rope with your esophagus.
Play dress up in your epidermis.
Understand your motives and thoughts better than Lauryn Hill.
But you can't assume anymore.
You can't believe that I fall to my knees because you make me weak.
That's not the case.
I don't need you like you need me.
Oh, please.