Like a candle, small
fragile, easy to blow out

with a set time to burn
always flickering about

like a candle,
we live like the light;

we burn short,
but we burn bright.

I want to be immortal
I want to be remembered

The day I’m forgotten
Is the day I die

Everything comes at a price,
but it’s not always the one buying
that will have to pay

Stay with me.
For a second or a minute.

For an hour or a day,
I don’t care,
but please just stay.

We can rest under the stars,
look at the sky we lay beneath

Just let us be like this a little longer.
Just let us take a break and breathe.

I can see bruises on your face,
and something broken in your eyes.
I can see the scars from your wings,
from when you fell from the skies

And from the skies,
even further.
And further even more.
From heaven to earth,
down to the last floor

Pray for the sinners,
to learn from their fall,
but no one prayed for you,
the one who fell the furthest of them all.

Is this not what you wanted?
Is this not what you meant?

Sorry, oh my,
did you want a compliment?

Sorry,
but no.

Actually just no
I’m not sorry, and I didn’t forget

I’m just not sorry

because you broke that part of me
that could feel regret.

So I don’t,
and for you,
I won't

Fly, light, like a dancer,
spin, stop and ask
but there is no answer

Jump, dip, scream your question,
welcome your sentence
of death at confession

∞
bad things.
good things.
what are those?
everyone is both,
so no one f*cking knows.

I’ve fought myself before,
ready to win at all cost
I’ve already gone to war,
and I’ve already the war lost

If man creates a monster.
Who is then truly the monster?

The creator.

Or the created.

Hate me all you want
I’m okay with that

what breaks me is when you lie
and do it with your voice completely flat.

Show me some emotion,
show me that I’m worth it

Don’t just turn your back
and say "I think that we should quit."

People don't know when the crack in the ground starts.
They only know when it breaks and they fall.

I breathe,
but sometimes I wish…

I see,
but sometimes I wish…

I live,
but sometimes I wish…

sometimes I wish I didn’t…

I saw another world,
one that no one else could see
one where stories are true,
and where I would sometimes flee

but you must be careful,
and once in a while
look up,
else you'll end up like me,
-
I think I’ve lived in a dream so long,
I don’t know how to wake up.

Someone was burned,
another was stabbed,
cut into pieces,
sold for a grand.

A monster under the bed,
is better than the monster in my head.


Read me a horror story,
and I will sleep well.

Turn on the news,
it will be scarier than the stories we can tell.

Lock and Load,
with a heart heavier than the gun
with shoulders burdened,
with the weight of what is to be done
what is to occur
and after,
with a soul blackened
by the events that once were

Save me if you must.
Love me if you dare.
Turn me into dust.
Leave me if you care.

There is not a ”the end” to a story.
It’s just that the rest was never written down.

A relationship built on lies is bound to collapse.
A lie may travel the world before the truth has even put its shoes on,
but the truth will eventually get on a plane and catch up.

I’m leaving,
I mean, what did you expect?

To hit me, time and time again,
then for me to feel respect?

That’s just stupid,
as am I

for not realizing you were sooner,
only now, saying goodbye.

But it’s okay,
because I’ve learnt from my mistake

and you were my biggest one,
and the only I will ever make

I did not stop when I got hurt
I did not stop when defeated

I did not stop for a second
I never retreated

I fought with everything I had
because I knew what I fought for

I knew, not all battles
needed to be won to win the war.

So I fought and did not stop,
and finally, exhaust
the war ended
and I lost.

No, I can’t.

Yes, you can.

No, I won’t.

Yes, you will.

Just stop.

Just try.

What if I fall?

What if you fly?

A stepping stone,
made for stepping on

The Villain helped the Hero be the light
by making it dark,
so that the Hero can shine bright

I wish I was clueless again,
that I could go back,

go back to a time when it didn’t hurt,
a time that wasn’t so black

I wish I could see the colours
of the sun and sky at day

now, everything is so dull,
every colour I see is grey

I wish I didn’t know,
that rejection hurts so much

I wish I didn’t know
the strength of coldness clutch

I wish I didn’t know,
that a broken heart breaks you

I wish I didn’t know
but sadly, now I do.

For someone who is never really present,
I can always feel you here

For someone who doesn’t listen,
you always seem to hear

For someone who rarely talks,
you have an awful lot to say

For someone who never leaves,
you don’t ever really stay

I smiled when I would rather cry.
And when I felt the pressure on my chest,

"It’s fine," I lied.

But is it my fault for hiding,
or is it their fault for making me hide?

Don’t be afraid of the monster.

The monster was once a normal being,
until something made it a monster.

Don't be afraid of the monster.

Be afraid of the thing that created it.

This is a poem, to all those like me
to all those who don’t suffer,
and who is just here to be

I have no big dream
and I don’t want much from life
maybe a good job,
and to die without strife

I will simply just exist,
and be happy and be sad
someone who won’t be remembered
because I’m neither good
nor am I bad

I am not unique,
I am not strong and I’m not weak

I am just here,
for a fleeting second of time
it doesn’t really matter
that I even wrote this rhyme

My purpose here will not vary
I’ve got none,
and that’s because I’m completely ordinary.

Mirror, mirror, oh broken glass
will you cut me,
like everyone I pass.

Will you be sorry too,
when I take a piece and bleed.

Will you save me from this world
One cut is all I need.

"I need you", you said,
"Without you, I’d be dead."

I locked my eyes into yours with a gaze steady.
I said, "If you can’t live without me,
why aren’t you dead already?"

people fight wars,
but often forget that one battle is all that is needed to win.

No matter how successful you become,
or how far you climb,
you are still just a human.
You bleed the same,
and you fall just the same.
Only, the impact is going to be so much greater
and the blood can be sold on eBay depending on how famous you are

I wrote this for myself,
not for its appeal,

you can say what you want,
but so can I feel

Freedom of speech,
that is written in ink

you can say what you want
and I can think what I think

Yell your opinion,
try to change my mind

try, try
to make me as blind

It’s my decision,
right to decide,

You can say what you want,
but so can I

Write what you want,
sing your choice of song

you can believe that you're right,
but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong

Our nature is not that of beauty,
we are all monsters,
inhabitants of cruelty.

Give someone power over another
and you will quickly see

that our nature comes forth
when set free.

We are all monsters at heart,
some are just better at hiding it.

Don’t say you’re not bad,
then you would be bad as well as a hypocrite

there was just something about you
something I can’t place
maybe your sad eyes
and broken face

I felt something
when I saw you
I felt the pain
that you felt too

Somehow I knew,
that you knew it as well
knew of tears
knew of hell

I want to tell you
that it won’t always be that way
it does get better
it does, someday

You are immortal until proven otherwise.

Strong is the heart,
shared between two;

because multiple of something,
is more powerful than a few

People fear what they don't understand

and death is an incomprehensible mystery.

You’re beautiful,
no matter what the mirror view.

The mirror doesn’t see everything,
but some people do.

Strength is not the absence of weakness.

It is the presence of it

and when you have the strength to overcome it.

The only way to win a fight

is to not fight at all

When I was young,
I held someone.

I held her harder,
when I began to grow.

Now when I am old,
I don’t know how to let myself go.

what a beautiful person,
what a beautiful view
what a beautiful feeling,
to be here with you

Her heart had been broken.

So she got rid of the broken.
Because to heal and break again, the pieces did not dare.
So she got rid of the broken,
because you can’t break something that’s not there

Love was fickle,
but the hate remained
the memories of laughter
did eventually fade

but sharp and cold
left in a corner, unattended,
the loathing could only grow.

And grow it did,
steady and fast
grow, until the love, it was eventually past

and when one lost to the other
and the hate prevailed,
love was not even a memory,
behind the resent that it was veiled

tears are the blood of the heart.
when you bleed from your eyes,
it’s because something is broken inside