What is there in esence today,
We look and,
Then what,
Does it mean,
Lovely, or is it,
Dearly in the eye,
Feudal in a time, frame,
Leveling the inertia,
From the point of potential,
Gravitational on kinetics,
What then,
Laizze Fairre they say,
But does it,
Teach, Learn,
Empart,
Aimless swords,
Countless pens, painted,
Business, booms,
On life, death,
Satirically speaking,
New, because,
Boring is the Old.

I wallow in my sleepless nights,
Typing away on this keyboard,
Sometimes it feels more like a page,
From my notebook from those high school days.

Where I would draw unend, ignoring science my best friend,
Fill up the pages with shapes and letters,
Where the lines define the universe,
Where people and stick beings intertwine,
With dancing letters some bold, some shy,
Lettering was also caught in my, little web,
Where a monkey does what a monkey sees,
Where limitless was just a level three,
My ninety nine was at a killing spree,
Then they soon forget as in time degrees,
Where fate was faked in an autopsy,
I guess that is what teenagers be,
A pack of animals, learning to be,
Human, again and again, I see.

I miss you, inside
I miss your running, inside
I miss your loudness, inside
I miss your mess, inside
I miss our munchies, inside
I miss our plays, inside
I miss our bonding, inside
I miss how you take care of me, inside
I miss how you protected me, inside
I miss how you understood without words, inside
Inside, I cry for you, inside
I will always cherish our memories, inside
It's been eight hours, so I still cry, inside, and out

My Sweetheart that runs on two
Even if She does not bloom
The sweet scent of Her comes too
Even at the peek of doom

My Sweetheart She loves us so
She dies and lives for us to grow
The endless nights of pain She sow
The brightful morning for us to go

The sweet song of Her hummingbirds
Live by their cages as She just yearns
Can they not stop the selfish turns
As they **** Her in selfless curves

She loves us dear but she may die
As apathy becomes obliged
Where the chosen just humbly lie
As false heroes pillage Her inside

While walking along the path
Something intriguing shall pass
In the event of the start
The end will come to attack

Knowing pitch black will await
Is just another number in a page
We idly look and participate
When the wages come and evaporate

It is never easy to know the fin
Not knowing if the period is win
But the company we bring will pass
Embedded to our memories little lass

So fret no longer for my wish is bright
Even if all heaven ends tonight
In my spirit I will hold you tight
For the hope we share will be our might

How awesome must it be to be that guy in Lie to Me

How interesting would this life be to peel into Telepathy

Amusing

Excruciating

Anomaly

They tell who is blind for they cannot see

They shout who is deaf for they do not hear

They label who is not for they do not know

Down

Sorrow

Down

A never ending scene of entropy

Where lines are ignored when the points are crazy

Eccentric, Hysteric, Psychotic

Mere words thrown into antics

Actors

Flew

Pawns

While others see through the untinted air waves

Bearing the weight of the judgement of the stalemate

They pray patience to the fine line of difference

There is good,

Yet there is bad,

But they cannot say,

This is good and that is bad

How do I recognize

I believe that we have met before

Maybe it was that time

Now returning to settle old scores

Keeping each detail in light

Confused at what could have

Focused away from what should have

Living in fleeting flight

Sweet dreams waking from the night

If this could be the period of that might

Then please let it be the brightest bright

As someday all will fall, and new comes to light