Whiskey and metal,
we wear black,
not to mourn,
but to hide.

Hellacious fun,
not malicious, but mischievous
as our tricks bring annoyance,
we get a kick out of it.

take me to rome,
let's watch the sun set.

I couldn't quite believe
what I had become in that moment,
but it happened
without remorse.

you don't gotta love yourself
before loving someone else,
but whether or not you do love yourself
will change your way of changing others.

Roll the dice,
see how many times
you'll be hurt.

A temporary print on my skin,
no particular meaning,
but beautiful nevertheless.

my mother always told me,
"trust no-one".
i never took her word as gospel,
even after i was used.
when i was betrayed,
however,
i knew to hide my secrets,
because i had no more trust
to spare.

I cary emotions
deep in my soul
where no one cares venture,
not even me.

Alas, it's tiring,
keeping all this sadness,
this remorse,
this love
buried deep down.

It's a shame,
really,
that I cannot share these feelings.

At this point,
it's like heavy luggage,
always and never on my mind.

In the twist of the seashell,
can you hear it?

The roaring ocean,
the seaguls,
the laughing and splashing?

Well, can you?

The smell of brewed herbs
and the hot metal
of the kettle
is strong in the room.

We drink,
we speak,
and we let our deepest secrets
spill out of our lips
like poison.

I know loss,
and at first it's heartbreaking,
but once your grief has diminished,
you'll realize it was the best thing
for you.

I used to be afraid of failure,
not because I feared disappointing myself,
but because I feared the opinion of others.

Don't let fear stop you.

Don't let them stop you.

Don't let yourself stop you.

It's raining,
it's pouring,
no one is mourning.

It's raining,
it's pouring,
you're finally done dying.

do you ever
just wanna say
"**** it"?
yeah, me too,
but we can't.
we gotta keep going,
and i'll be your shoulder to cry on.

ladies and gentlemen,
let us sing together now
as though we were an acapella.

i'm kinda over
your love, it's mediocre,
not quite adoration,
maybe just platonic.
that's alright, though,
because i've always been
my own lover.

It is a constant duel
to ask,
never demand,
the acceptance of our differences.

If you would like to decipher
the meaning of mankind's actions,
watch how they treat their inferiors,
the people that are meant to stand beneath them;
do not bother looking
at how they treat their equals.

I am a woman;
we are gracious,
even with the difficulties.

You came swooping down
like a blue-winged heron
almost as fast as you came.

Let oxygen flow,
in and out,
as you release tension,
hatred,
discomfort,
and replace it all
with love.

Hum a song like a bee,
no matter what they say.

If this is all just a dream,
together, you and me,
something that could never be.

You were so out of my league,
I don't know what to believe,
if I am in a dream,
don't wake me.

Firstly,
do not allow yourself
to be controlled.

Secondly,
indulge, but not too much.

Thirdly,
enjoy every moment
and learn from those moments.

Fourthly,
gratitude is important.
Use it.

And fifthly,
do not tolerate hatred,
rather,
diffuse it and be kind.

Stay calm,
close your eyes,
relax.

You needn't worry of what is to come,
do not fret.

You need only breathe slowly,
smell the sandalwood,
and enjoy the moment.

I have deduced the words
of every person I have encountered
to find the true meaning.
I have read words upon words
accompanied by the smell of old parchment
and even older words.
I have written letters until a page was crammed full.
It would be an understatement
if I said I was eloquently spoken.

I stare at every crease,
every name on the map,
waiting for the opportunity
to begin my research
in history.

It lights up an empty room
effortlessly, casually,
yet I still feel the presence
of darkness, lurking.

Sure it does,
isn't that what a bill is made of?