Dear reader,

We have lost faith,

If ignorance is bliss,  

is feeling bliss in moments like these, also ignorant?

It is the barrier towards change.

Without fire;

there is  no hone towards retaliation.

Without water;

There is no grievance for what we are losing,

for what we have already lost.



If we have one shred of hope left in this world

it is to rise,

as if we already haven’t become to the invisible shackles,

that make us turn a blind eye,

while keeping us moving on schedule,

so that we don’t witness the truth.

if we haven’t succumbed to the temptation;

We shall accept,

not what we have been told,

or what they want us to believe.

We shall accept our emotions, on the premise that;

Yes we have lost control,

but we will get it back.



The Domino Effect needs to ignite,

like a match to a flame.

With one collective cry of righteousness,

others may view with open eyes,

that will travel past the layer of superficial distraction,

and see the real motive

to what causes such pain in the world.



Dear reader,

Think deeper,

care unconditionally around you,

and try to change what is wrong.

The people who are meant to,

have failed us.

It is up to you to fight against it,

to gain the control that has been taken,

and make it not an illusion but a reality.

To grasp the freedom that is deserved, not just given sparingly.

We shall be a humanity.

Borderline,
It isn't about being on the cusp of reality,
or if you have other personalities,
Borderline is...
Bordering on breaking point,
on the border or shifting emotion,
when all it takes is something so insignificant to make you feel, such high intensity until you connect the dots to figure out why.
It's about feeling alone when the person you care for isn't there, even temporarily.
Like apart of your soul that's attached  has been ripped out, that's why they call it attachment.

Mending the  pain and feelings you experience require bandages of your making,
such as liquid poison or the calming of your own blood to see your alive.

You feel other people's emotions,
like touching their skin and absorbing their values, traits, hurt and happiness,
you can put yourself in their mind for awhile, because it helps to not feel your own for to long.

Borderline personality is many things more than I care to explain,
But we aren't the Borderline,
we are buried underneath trying to connect in ways that seem "normal".

The colours of the universe dance like the northern lights around us,
and the  origin shifts depending on a beings perspective,
but we all agree that we exist.
The light takes us all to many places,
our own micro worlds are like an island to us all,
we never see the invisible link made of colour.
The connection that turns each island we have made into a country,
and the colours that bleed inside us that makes us a collective,
and not just a single entity.
Because paints can bleed into one;
and they can be separate,
but we all create our own pictures regardless,
and that is the nature of the universe,
to just "be".

Every word said by you I cling to,
like my fingers  grasping the edge as I dangle from a cliff,
will the words make me let go?
Or make me pull myself up again?

Your touch is valuable,
like a gem never seen before,
people crave to see it, feel it,
always needing more.

And if the time comes and you say you cant do this anymore,
will you look me in the eye and watch the tears fall?,
as I cling to not only your form,
but the spirit that I gave my half to for so long.

A cape coloured in blood,
her eyes a piercing blue,
her brown hair long and flowing
A forgotten tale told anew.

She is no longer a girl,
youth has found her finally,
but this isn't a story,
of a happy adolescent variety.

She was a girl, who trusted and loved,
who ventured into unknown with curiosity, looking over and above.
She wanted to see more than what was on the surface,
her intuition askew and intentions unnoticed.

The world to her held magic and the people did too,
everyone was  bright no darkness flourished
but even light can cast shadows,
only to her do those shadows not exist.

So when he stepped into her sights,
her life changed for the worst,  even though she thought for the better.
His piercing eyes held love,
his caring meant comfort,
his manner said i'm here for you,
and his word said trust.
And in a world where everything has been turmoil, and all she needed was real love,
she stepped into his arms,
claws retracted,
eyes wide,
teeth gleaming,
The wolf.

Do souls search for the light when they die because they never found it on earth?.
Why do we appreciate and celebrate a life gone when it was already there to love?,
we just never took the opportunity.

A list of "to do's' and chores becomes a list of regrets,
because we never really saw what matters most,
Life, while it is still searching for something here.

Blank,
My mind is silent as are the words that try to form on my lips,
Is it because the world has no future?
Or will I just not be around to see it?