This is another tale of a young mans story, of a girl who didn't say sorry for hurting him. Now his tears fill up river banks of streams. Silent screams want to take him alive while he derives to the utmost imprisoned life behind bars. Haha, its all a joke to the  loudest mimes who are running out of time. Its high time to shape up or shift out because prime time is behind the blind. Time flies to those sitting around, yet still to those buzzing around. She moved him in many steps, took him to many places. Most of all, she took his heart, tore it apart and depart, without a goodnight. Suicidal thoughts are never a bad choice, this what is called the test of love. To take the rope and a chair is a process to cut the air. To take a knife and cut his veins is a ****** mess.  He decides to take a deep breath and live.

As my feelings quote a note. That is inspired to drive the last tear inside you. As my feelings quote a note. That provokes you to stay on that road not yet foretold. As my feelings quote a note. To your dear heart, that is apart from tonight, she took everything inside. As my feelings quote a note. That rose from a fire to be on today's headline. As my feelings quote a note. That will not keep quiet in the loudest equalizer of life. As my feelings quote a note. To those reading this note, open your eyes and float.

As I sit behind these words of mine, I flashback to the time when I didn’t even know how to say hi.
I live an imprisoned life of words that are known and unknown.
I wonder if I’ll ever escape this self-imprisonment.
Guess I’ll just have to be a mute then.
I am tired of uttering lies from my cell that hurt people that I love.
Come to think of it, there is no one that I hate.
Dishing out my words on a plate I wonder who just ate.
My teeth vibrate every time I talk nonsense.
My tongue curls in when I speak out of place.
My eyes roll back when I’ve taken too much word crack.
My stomach grumbles because it cannot take such ***** rubble.
Is this why I tend to fumble?
Whenever I’m around correctness, I feel at peace with my presence.
This puts a smile on my inner essence.
All my senses jump for joy whenever I feel heaven.
Wow, I feel like a kid again, who just turned eleven.
Guess heaven is so great that it makes an adult feel like a kid again.
All praises go to God.
For he can turn any odd situation that try to lead me to separation of my ambitions.
I love it when I feel like this; I wish I could feel like this for all days.
Every day.

I loved you when you smiled.
I loved you when you cried.
I loved when you spoke.
I loved you when you opened your eyes.
I loved you when you were weak.
I loved you when you were strong.
I loved you when you were *****.
I loved you when you were clean.
I loved you for your heart.
I loved you for your mind.
I loved you for your style.
I loved you for your hair.
I loved for when you said hi.
I loved you when you said bye.

In the end, I still love you.

Suspects met under the pine tree shadows at dawn. Time of meetings was around 7 while the parents were still stuck on the news channel. There was friendly commossion along with little giggles and tickles. Each meeting ended differently cause they would get hard. Then tears would be shed as they depart. Around mid night, over the phone, a scream was heard from a mile. A shot of two words killed the suspect, IT'S OVER. A direct hit to the head, down to the heart. His body was found in his bed, bleeding tears from his eyes and chest. With a unfinished note, If you are reading this now then I would be dead. No not killed by a criminal, but by feelings, by words not being shared. The toll was just too much, please find it in you to forgive me my ... That's all we have, yet.
This case continues, I will not rest until I find the other suspect.

Always lurking in the shadows, going unnoticed. We never listen when it barks at us to look out for danger. We find it to be a nuisance and be angry at the lost noise. We want to forget about it but it reminds us every time we're at a certain circumstance. We think we are insane, so we give it names, such as voices in my head. Our headaches are not always caused by stress, it is usually sending us warning signs. It gets angry at us too, so it gives us migraines. It tries its atmost best to protect us, but we neglect it. It always speaks with us, but we don't listen.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
From dusk until dawn.
I will always miss you in the morning.
From the first yawn, until the last yawn.
There will never be a same morning.
As I live every day with caution,
I ask that you give me the eyes of warnings.
I ask that you give me the hands for soothing.
As my life is craving for greatness.
I wish to rectify all my mess.
Let my deeds give me no stress.
As I walk on this broken glass.
I see myself clearly in a broken mirror.
Why can’t I see myself in a good mirror?
I am however thankful that my imperfections
Make me a perfect human.
As I make mistakes that I learn from when I’m young.
These words are beginning to take form in
My tongue.
I am however that different human.
Who just wrote his eulogy in poetry.
As hip hop artists would say this is another regular
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Working day and night with a frown. Clocking with one or two people, forgetting that they have families. Death be not proud with no sense of pride. You walk around with no heart. You walk around with an empty mind. You have no emotion to your doings. You have no sense of thought to your tidings. I see you as a taboo. You never have the timing, but in the right place at the wrong time. I wish you no more to all of us. Death I dub u death on thyself. O dub thee to sleep forever, never come again with your pains of abundance. Death be not proud for all you bring is a tear full of frowns. No king bids u well, no king would even crown you prince.

Another one lies, guess it has to be fine by me. Another lie sets the hopes and breakage is the result. Another rand spent on hopes that are just in the mist. Another day spent in the pent of disappointment. Another lie which strays on the hunched back on a young old soul. Another lie which draws a smile on the weary accent that sounds soothing like cold soup from the oven. Another lie that sits on the tongue of the weak, the strongest hides in the shadows of doubt. Another lie which a diamond lying in the dirt is worthless. Another lie which accomplishes an escape goat that runs faster than a cheater.

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The darkness hides behind the curtains of lies, as the smoke of doubt drifts by the passage of hate. Once caught in the passage, you see your fate walk out of you because of fear. Fear is a sickness that once it clings on, it clings on till the end of days. Eye sockets go dry as the Sahara desert. What kind of fear is this? The kind you only talk about but never want to face. The fear that has no fear of separating those closest. The fear that is so addictive that everyone is a ******. No its not the fear of death, no its not the fear of animal, no its not the fear of muscles, but yes it is a fear of love. The kind of fear that has a thin line. The kind of fear that changes like weather. The kind of fear that can render you paralyzed, muted, and dislocated.
This kind of fear we long for, this kind of fear is called LOVE.

As my feelings quote a note. That is inspired to drive the last tear inside you. As my feelings quote a note. That provokes you to stay on that road not yet foretold. As my feelings quote a note. To your dear heart, that is apart from tonight, she took everything inside. As my feelings quote a note. That rose from a fire to be on today's headline. As my feelings quote a note. That will not keep quiet in the loudest equalizer of life. As my feelings quote a note. To those reading this note, open your eyes and float.

So I dream of a dream neither beautiful nor sweet. A dream left in public but no one can find. A dream sold to billions with no price. A dream so young, you would say it's that old. A dream so true that you testify its a lie. A dream of reality in a dream. A dream washed by the stream but calm by the tsunami. A dream chaser living a dream running in circles. A dream that has been confused to a nightmare. There is no difference between a dream and a nightmare.  The only confusion is how you reacted when you were asleep. We fall asleep to see what happened tomorrow but wake up to forget what happened yesterday. In order to see, you must not see, in order to feel, you must not feel. If the glass is half full, its a stupid break through, if the glass is half empty, its a scientific breakthrough.
We dream to remember but wake up to forget.

She came silently at night, while everyone was uptight in their blanket. Bearing a dagger and sack of evil ideas and torture. Her eyes glow of innocence, her body in pain of abundance, her hands shaken by the terror. You can hear her heart beat in her mind. You can hear her thoughts in her heart. She saw his innocent heart, she took his innocent heart, she used his innocent heart, she broke his innocent heart, she left his innocent heart apart, and now his innocence is haunting her heart. Causing her to lose her heart in her mind and her mind in her heart. Mind that she is the reason that the nightmare is alive. Blood rushes like tides running out of her eyes, screaming to the inside, lower and lower her loud silent screams fade away. Its all just a pipe dream until you live in the nightmares of a broken heart.

Look into these eyes of mine, see the reason why I smile every night. Look into these eyes of mine, see the reason why I fight for love. Look into these eyes of mine, see why I had to lie on my back and take the pain of a lash. Look into these eyes of mine as they have cried salt tears. Look into these eyes of mine and see the young lost child. Look into these eyes of mine and find the secret of life. Look into these eyes of mine and see my mother bathed in love. Look into these eyes of and see what my deepest triumphs are. Look into these eyes of mine and see how I conquered my fears. Look into these eyes of mine and see why I was failed by pain. Look into these eyes of mine and see how I long to be with you tonight.

I took the script tying to save it with knitted words and stitching that are grammatically smothered
all over the wall of dead poetry.
Line for line it looks like the healing will never be done in time.
The heart is missing multiple veins and arteries while the kidney is swinging in and out of life like
that swing in the public park.
Blood vessels stringed and cringed as they gasp their last from the few drops they can get.
The intestines are tied in a neat little bow as if they are a bow tie, tying down the stomach and
waistline as if it is a fitness belt.
The skin is turning pale from the lack of oxygen inhaled by the broken nose that was smashed into
the skull when it fell to the floor.
The throat cannot swallow because the tonsils are swollen like birthday balloons ready to pop as
soon as the situation is gloom.
Body hairs have disappeared like the cancer in remission for a minute hoping things will get better.
Vocal cords cannot say a word as they are held hostage by the mute who has them by the throat.
The ribbed bodyguards are smashed wide open as if they were a strike from bowling pins.
The spinal cord is in a spiral as if it were a spider up on the wall.
Reproductive parts are firing blanks as the ***** are netted in the top corner by the best striker in the
world.
The blood shot eyes are the sponges that soaked up all the blood that is supposed to be channelled
through the vessels.
The limbs are spread all over trying to hold together the world that is so apart.
The brain is splattered all over the canvas hoping everyone can get a piece of mind from this art