I'm done
I'm done with this life that I live
Im done with everyone around me
Im done with people critizing me for how I feel
I'm done breathing
I'm done living

I wish I could pull you
From my thoughts
And lay you down next to me

In your arms
By your side
Is the only place I long to be

Maybe I could sneak away
And playfully flirt
With your memory

I long for your embrace
And will wait for you
Indefinitely

If only we could
Escape my mind
To create a new reality

Until then
I return each night
To my dream's sanctity

And sleep in the stillness
Of your heart
Until your soul returns to me

Midnight was in bloom.
The lamp in my room spilled shadows.
With its soft fingers the chill kept pushing me
Under the blanket. It was doing its own work.
On the table my character on papers was undressed.
As I sipped some droughts of self-served coffee,
And mused on the wish list inked on memory,
Outside, the funeral bells jingled and crept in.
In a jiffy I stuck out of window, the chill prohibited.
On such a time of celebration of the New year, death?
Puzzled me. Feelings of insecurity covered me.
The 2015 was being carried by time into space.
Something sparkled in the moonlight. Very incandescent.
I gazed. Some words in golden hue were written.
WORK IS THE NOBLEST THING.
THE SPECIAL THING TO BE CROWNED,
TO BE HONOURED, TO BE TASTED
AGAIN AND AGAIN THOUGH SOMETIMES
SALTY OR SOUR OR A VERY HARD NUT.
HUMAN GLORY LIES IN WORKING.
HAPPINESS HINGES ON IT.

The icing apples in a frozen January
I salute thee, O New Year, for thy gifted basket!

To the world you're just a rose
To me you're my one and only
You weep because you don't feel loved
You ask to be held so I hold you tightly
Your thorns cause my blood to spill
I try not to think of the pain it causes
I hold tighter and you cry louder
And nothing seems to make you blossom
And this may not be worth it for me
But you still ask to be loved and held
But I do it and you can't recognize it

come on little moon
come down
don't let me sleep alone
rest your soul beside me
please be my one-night-remedy
fix my pain and sorrow
then just leave me tomorrow

Depression Sessions,

Without making light of those trapped in the dark,
that setraline sentimentality exposed modern art.
Theres a cavity in the canvass,
despair and distress,
decayed daily until theres only just the crevasses left.
I digress,
your highness.
High times, crash down finesse.

What did you expect?

Now you're acting as if theres nothing left.
When in three days you’ll make the same mistake again.
Just to take the pain away.
Or so you say.

But you’re not depressed.
Stressed, maybe.
Tired,
jaded maybe,
but the lights not faded you just took the wrong road that day.

Now there’s no way of coming back.
You’re not cool for that, this isn’t a cul-de-sac.
You keep taking me back and I just relapse.
And collapse after the session,
ready for the sentence.

Repentance a breath away.

And you remind me of every person I know and love.

If you can live long enough,
Life will teach you how to live,
And in the moment we'll grow.

And all I can give
Is nothing more than the truth
As we reap what we sow.

I guess it's true what they say,
You live and learn,

Misguided youth now we wait and burn,

I guess it's true that it's easier to fake than it is to actually do.

The devil disguised in the roots,
I watched him grow inside of you.
Inspite of you, I was inspired by you,

But
I was just passing through,
Transparent apparently on a path led with tangled leaves,
Tread into the ground.

I guess it's true that were bounded by love.
As the seasons changed so did the reasons to fall.

And I fell for you implicitly,
like rain drops from clouds.