wake up, broken child
arise and shake off your fears
be a pretender of forever love
and abide within your broken dreams
a shattered canvas, an undone fragment
you have supposedly become
a long lost memory
of childhood happy, mental steady
but the present has made you
teenage sappy, conscious achy
pursuit of happiness dimmed
the light of unborn victory,
unborn victory that lead to a
broken heart with weak bloodstreams
you felt no reason to live
no reason to dodge the bullets;
you felt the need to know
the purpose to how to grow
the fully-fledged freedom to flow
in a soul’s spirit to glow,
in a dark and mystical night
to treasure your incomplete purpose
in the lively bed you lie in.

I have enough heart for the both of us.

I have enough happiness, to stretch the corner of your smile all the way to the corner of my smile.

I have enough soul, to slow down your fast paced heartbeat, to take in all the beauty that is life.

I have enough tenderness, to bend the steel gates you have built around your identity; your heart.

Enough time to wait for the seed to grow and blossom into a red-blood rose, with sharp thorns that I'm gutsy enough to pick at and throw them away.

I have enough love for the both of us.

Enough to claim you.

Be with you.

Engulf you.

Please don't let all of this, go to waste.

Cara, I'll love you from afar.
I'll love you from here.

Cara, don't you worry,
my love is fierce enough to reach you.
It'll melt away the Igloo house built around your soul.

As the hatred melts away,
I want a fire to be born within you.

Cara, it must burn just as fiercely as mine.
Maybe even more.

But it isn't me that you love,
and that's okay.

My job is just to love you,
you do not need to love me back.

And because of that,
I'll walk away. Further and further away from you.

But rest assured, the fire still burns.
And the love you feel will scath you.

By the time you look up, Cara, I'll be gone.
Ill be gone but the fire will still be lit.

I know you think my heart is a playground,
Shaped with love and cascading laughter from swings, slides and turnarounds.

With excited and exhilarated screams piercing through the thoughts of torturous reality.

With giggles masking our tiredness of life
and rejection from giving up on it.

I know you feed from my soul.

I know.

But perhaps it stands good to remember that: swings and slides do break;
turnarounds do stop;
Playgrounds become barren with light and love.

Stripped of all their sheer and happiness....

snakes eyes again
    god damm twelve times in row
can't ever lucky me
    get a seven eleven
I had all my rent money
     riding on that
how 'bout
          for what i lost
you give me a room
           to play this silicone
blonde up a bit
              before I give you the title
to my Benz
           Or, I see you a hard *** MF
how 'bout we play
    double for nothing?

let it out, the fear and the doubt.
you've been trying to stay strong, you've been fighting this battle for far too long. pretending that everythings alright, while everything is going wrong. it's taking its toll on your heart and soul, and it's getting really old.
shows over, go home, i just want to be alone, the world is so dark and cold. i just need to rest for a long long while, i feel too depressed, to try to look on the bright side, there is too much pain inside to smile. i don't want to try, i don;t want to fight, sometimes i want to die, & somtimes i feel like i just might. i'm just holding on by a very thin thread, everyday i wake up, i'm filled with pain and dread, won't somebody tell me, whats going on in my head?