I feel like you live in a tunnel.
The gloomy night couldn’t explain the darkness inside,
And you scared away everyone only because you cried.
All the droplets of water plunge below the unknown,
Soon you’ll be calling that place your home.
You’re dying to have flames dance around your lips,
And fall in love with the taste that causes you to slip.
When you think you have all the balance to stand,
And take a step towards the way out of this maze,
You’d step into a trap and then sink into quicksand.

Your shattered heart feels like broken bones,
And broken bones came from thrown stones.
The words that echo through your ears,
Leave your mind quickly with tears.
Please sign a note to your parents and friends,
With all the blood covering your colorful pens.
Please keep your fingers around my palm,
I would never ever let you drown.

I feel like you live in a tunnel.
The gloomy night couldn’t explain the darkness inside,
And you scared away everyone only because you cried.
I’ve entered this shelter of yours,
I brought a light to this shelter of yours.
Although it’ll take days upon days, I will find you,
And when I do, I’ll paint your skies blue.
I’ll show you what it’s like to smell fresh air,
And treat your heart with gentle and care.
Please keep your fingers around my palm,
I would never ever let you drown.

You’ll be okay.

I fear loneliness
I fear the ocean
I fear failure
I fear the judgement
I fear violence
I fear the adrenaline

I fear life
I fear reality
I fear me.

We're not allowed to mention Christianity
A Muslim man discusses Allah, we can't judge.Black people have pride in themselves, so do white people .We're automatically racist and unaccepting. A man gets hired for a high paying job instead of the women.This is a case  for feminism because it's injustice. A man cheats on his partner, he has hormones.A woman cheats on her man, she's a *****! A woman is ***** she's making it up.A man is ***** no one believes him. A gay person is disliked by a certain individual .It's homophobia, a black man kills someone and the whole race is blamed, a white man kills someone he's just a ******. You say crusty old white men are making decisions about your body.Should he change his race then decide if you can reproduce? I'm eating Sushi and I'm not Asian, it's cultural appropriation and it's  offensive so only Asian people can eat at Asian restaurants? That reminds me of when segregation was going on. We have a right to our opinion but I say something I'm instantly prejudice and you don't want hear it. I made the wrong assumption now I'm a horrible person because you feel that you can monitor my thoughts. You all think that you're all for social justice but it's really going to come back and bite you in the ***.

Everytime I close my eyes,
The picture of you comes to my mind,
Floating in the air,
From everywhere,
Everything around me reminds me of you,
And I lose myself in the memories of you..
The park-bench still fits us perfectly,
And this world has taken 7000 turns, changing everything but me
The stubbles in my face make me look a little older,
I have grown a little taller,
Lost my hair, gained some weight,
And I am losing a little bit of myself everyday but, I am still the same old person you loved back then
Every breath that I take, takes me a little closer to you,
Nothing is certain here, I do not know if you're a million breaths away or two
My friends want me to move on,
To take a step forward every day,
Arms wrapped around my shoulders,
Sometimes, a soft grip-  a silent assurance of their presence,
A sweet promise to always be there
And that is just what you did
This love is more than those three words that sick men these days use to capture beauty
And this body is more than blood, muscles and bones,
Death was not powerful enough to **** your soul
You are everywhere, in every thing
With me
We are still strong enough to melt stones

before you **** yourself,
just remember
that there are
places you have not been
and things you have not seen.
and poems to awe
art to draw
fields to walk through,
people to talk to,
music to take in,
games to win,
and books to be read.

so why,
oh why
do you wish
to be dead?

I'm just a work of art,
Tough as steel,
But elegant within hands.
I enjoy the paintings,
With sharp lines,
I create many.
I love strokes I make with my brush,
It's only a carving done on human flesh,
A beautiful curtain call to one's life.
And I'll be polished to new,
Tough as steel,
But elegant within hands.
I'll enjoy another painting,
Cut out a rose,
To draw on their hearts,
And devour on lives to create art.
The world will fear me