For even when you can’t see the sun behind the clouds,
doesn’t mean it’s not there
and just because someone doesn’t say it,
doesn’t mean that they don’t care

A lie is not a lie,
until someone tells the truth

and sometimes a lie is needed,
to keep what's left of youth.

To be happy
is to not know
and I would rather be happy
than grow

A lie is not a lie
until someone says it is
until someone tells the truth,
The truth a lie only is

The heart is a
muscle.
And to grow
stronger,
A muscle needs to
break.

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

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

Remember,
it's always the darkest before dawn

The thing about being an artist.

People only look at the finished work.

Not at the soiled hands which made it.

There are different kinds of fragility
One that bends,
And one that breaks

Step on a flower,
It withers

Step on a bomb
It explodes

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

I was born a blank canvas

Now I’ve been painted with scars

Scars in my mind

Scars in my heart

I was born an empty sheet

Now I’m broken art

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.

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 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?"

To be looking for giants
And seeing nothing but dust.

Can we make our own legends
And tower over all

Even though the world is so big
And we are so small?

We are not heavy enough
For our steps to leave a trace

A whisper in time,
A forgotten face

So we will die
Disappear
Please just remember
that we were here

Welcome to our home,
our birthplace and our grave
Hello and Goodbye
Welcome to planet earth
This is where our bodies lie

I heard you die twice,
once when they bury you in the grave
and the second time is the last time
that somebody mentions your name

- Glorious, Macklemore Ft. Skylar Grey

I’m completely fine,
because when I said that I was not,

they responded with,
"You can’t be sad, just look at what you’ve got."

All they did was doubt,
they said,

"You don’t have anything to be sad about."

they said,

"Just look at all the friends you have,
and family around."

that only made me sadder;
do I need a reason to break down?

life has its tricks,
sometimes, it’ll hit you with bricks,
but even if I crack, I’m still me.
Just because I’m broken,
doesn’t mean there’s anything to fix.

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.

It’s silent when I’m alone.
But why is it still so loud?

That voice doesn’t scream,
when I’m with a crowd.

Why does it keep,
and keep on screaming?

Why doesn’t it ever stop?
Why is it,
that when I’m alone,
I can hear every single **** raindrop

drip
drop

it doesn’t ever stop

drip
drop.

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

Embrace me and whisper a lie,
just don’t let go,
don’t say goodbye.

Don’t leave me alone,
even if I feel lonely with you

Don’t give up on me,
even if your love isn’t true.

I don’t care who you are,
I just want to have someone.

Who doesn’t matter,
it could just be anyone.

As long as he’s mine,
and I am his only.

As long as he’s mine,

I will be fine

He was a mountain.

She was the ocean.

Reaching for the stars,
Bound by his roots

Still and storm
Black and blue

She was the ocean
Beating against his rock

He was a mountain
And waves could not a mountain block

A bottomless fountain
Breaking with every motion

He was a mountain

And

She was an ocean

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

The ledge was slippery,
Like my mind at the moment.
A time in space
that didn’t seem to matter.
I fell,
but
I didn’t jump
- I was pushed.
I might have made the leap,
but I never made the choice.
I might have made no sound,
but I never had a voice.
I fell,
but the truth is still that
I didn’t jump
- I was pushed.
I silently drowned.

I had been dead for a long time
before I even hit the ground
.

People fear what they don't understand

and death is an incomprehensible mystery.

Is it hope
That we feel
When we stare into the dark
And hope something will stare back

Or is it fear
That we feel
When we hope for something
In nothing

fight fire with fire.

fight evil with evil

but doing it like that,

in the end,

won’t you just be fighting yourself?

You don't fight
fire with fire

that makes it burn brighter

You don't pour fuel
to the flame

for it to tame

Anger leads to anger
it never leads to good

if a match is lit
don't give the fire
firewood


Don't make it hotter

don't fight
fire with fire

use water.

I wanted everyone to like me
without giving them a reason to

I wanted them to like me
without even trying to change their view

I wanted to be good,
without doing a good deed

I wanted to succeed
but to grow,
you need to first plant the seed.

You can’t look past someone's flaws
and ignore who they are.
If you do, you look past them,
and then you’re not looking at all.

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

you fought with good intentions
but for all the wrong reasons

Goodness comes not from your heart, which is an *****,
but from the memories and choices, you chose to do

Happy Birthday, my dear mother,
your smile makes me as happy as one can be,
there are no words that I could use,
to describe how happy you make me.

I cried whilst writing this,
but I cried with a smile on my face,
because you’re so special to me,
my heart reserves for you a place.

You are the cause of my happiness,
the source of my laughter
you make every day worth living
you are my happily ever after.

There’s just no one else like you,
you are unique - in every way
and I want you to know
that I really mean what I say

when I say that I love you
I really do love you.

You are so strong,
and when you hold me, you make me calm
your embrace is so warm

I love you, mom.

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

He would hug and he would kiss
and when he was gone,
you would him miss.

He would do those things
and make you feel
like the love between you,
was beautiful and real.

But alas,
never seeing past his lies,
when he left,
it was to leave you broken
But twice as wise

Here's to the feeling,
that we all feel,
when words don't work,
and the struggle is real.

Cue something deep,
cue something bright.
Here's to the feeling,
that I want to write.

The feeling of failure,
stuck in your mind,
when the right words are lost,
nowhere to find.

So here's to the feeling,
that every poet knows.
Here's to the feeling,
that makes up this prose.

"There’s too many”,
And they looked at me.
Did someone stab me?
It felt like it.
And then they said my name.
Did someone twist the knife?
It hurts.

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

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.

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

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.

I knew of the sun,
but I never saw it in the skies.

I knew of colours,
but I never got to see them with my eyes.

I knew of the wind,
but could only dream of it upon my skin.

I knew of happiness,
but I never got to experience a grin.

I knew of living,
but I only lived through death.

But most of all I knew of pain;
that, I felt with my every breath

You are immortal until proven otherwise.