Why father,      
has his eyes been shut so forcefully?

Perhaps to see nothing more.

Why then plug his ears and nose with cotton?

Maybe to keep out desires
that sounds and smells bring.

Why then tie up his jaws and toes?

Perhaps to unite no more
Or move no more.

Poor mankind
Laid out on the floor,
What can he do?

Perhaps he is thinking!

Only the dead can think
Seriously about life,
Only then time permits.
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i was staring
at the mirror
but see no
reflection.

i tried searching
for it as if
it was some
lost kid.

then i realized
its no mirror,
its your eyes
who cannot
see me
because for you,

i dont exist.

I wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really sure

Insanity?
A calamity?
I call it individuality!

Who is Society
To create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity

beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display

The space between my fingers to my heart is greater than
the distance between the cliff and the waves.
I feel so d i s j o i n t e d.
Is there a word for this? I guess I could consider it a curse.
When I tell myself not to write.
                                              -coldness
Wh­en I look at the sky and back at equations.
                                              -coldness
When I'm running out of time.
                                              -coldness

**­Soon, I'll get hypothermia from sadness.

I was not born to fit in
Nor will I ever try
I do not want to be
Another mindless soul
I would rather die

And if life gives me lemons
I will make orange juice
Because I am different
And I will live life
As I choose