A canvas, Acrylic, brush, and pain.
The artist is simple morbidly sane.
Red for anger, love and hate,
Purple for royal, grey for straight.

There was a time when we were innocent, naive, and content , but we grew up.
Some sooner than others,but defaced by life's brute evasion nonetheless.

So innocent we were; danger was no further than the hard wood floor where cushioned pillows and books were our safety to the door, but we grew up.
Faced with hunger, desire, and needs; disgraced for difference, overwhelmed by ****** greed.

There was a time when we were innocent when emotions were simple.
We laughed when we were happy, cried when we were sad, but we grew up.
We learned there were tears of happiness and laughter within the pain deep inside our chest.
We discovered emotions weren't simple; they're more than 123, a thing to keep hidden, or deemed unfit to lead.

So innocent we were when "I love you" meant the world. An intangible bond between us and our Guardian, yet we grew up.
"I love you" are fighting words you have to prove, feel, and fear  'cause it can **** and heal all in the same gear.

Yes,  there was a time when we were innocent then a knock came upon the door. All glasses were shattered  and our innocence nevermore.

Layers and layers devour me
concealing what I dare not see.
Despite protest, despite proof,
I'm buried alive despite the truth.
A bold face warrior holding back the past;
a cold case murderer molding up the  mask.

Afraid to admit the truth, yet when he do
Judgmental eyes stare him down.
She can’t control what’s in their minds
So she dwell in the shadows and remain shallow.
In due time both will climb
From the warmth of darkness embrace.
Hoping they would’ve forgotten by now their flawless flaws and disgrace.

I was born near the end,
thrown into the middle, and convinced I’m a sin.
I never belong anywhere,
but somehow I’m always here.

I’ve tasted blood and pain, received scars and bruises, cuts and stabs.
I’ve wasted tears for years felt the knife pierce my back from all the wrong peers.
I’ve wallowed in pity and self-sorrow, looked up at the stars and dreaded my tomorrow.
I’ve seen loved ones maimed by the hand of abuse, hanged by the noose of sadism,
***** by the constraint of religion, killed by the gun of fear.
I’m in a constant acrimonious battle with my mind’s eye to let the past fade,
Let the horrors haze, but they only get stronger leaving a bitter after-taste.
Despite the pressure building inside me, you are the light that set me free,
You are the star that guide me.
You keep my mind looking towards the future and when I look back tear filled eyes as the demons creep back from underneath it is you with the softest touch turning my head by the cheek and with the gentlest of the gentlest kisses it is you who unite me.

Everyone feel, but it's the poet who reveals the secrets we can't describe.
The definition of life is in the words a poet writes.

Tears trickle down my face as I sit and wait.
The silence, the lightning, all makes me frightened.

when you smile I can't hear it the screaming of my demons.
When you smile all my pain wane and fade away my shaking heart.

My aching heart's awaiting,  wondering what's missing.
Iv'e been dreaming for a while now old dreams with a furrowed brow,
but When you smile I can't hear it the screaming of my demons. when you smile all my pain fades and wane away my shaking heart.

I have everything compared to some and nothing compared to most.
My mood doesn’t fit my personality;
My shoes are ******* gross.
My name shout “stranger!” to the mind.
My fist cause danger all around.
My hairs uneven (I never cared) and my styles the symbol of “the weird.”
I have everything compared to some and nothing compared to most.
In this body I’m a guest; and a stranger stranger is the host.