I picked violets for her
it was spring, the flowers seemed menacing.
Can I surpass a lilac past?
My thoughts are a deeper purple
and I'm drowning in petals.

as this flame stares,
i stare back
a light losing,
eyes already lost
the sky is breaking darkness and
my finger burns but,
i'm spiralling,
i float.
it's not chaos,
a swifting fire is my guide
a humble shape shifter under the moonlight.
this language it speaks,
i understand
with a pocketful of dreams to burn, and
clouds breathing through my soul
telling me
i'll be on the salty seas at twilight

I don't hate them
I'm Jealous
I feel ridiculous
While having this feeling of lament

Whenever I talk, always
I always get cut off
I feel out of place nowadays
Even if I try to fit in as I could be of

Every statement I say is being ignored
I'm just trying to be strong
But inside my heart, it's stored
The things I've been keeping for so long

I'm reaching my limit
I'm close to breaking
But, just smile at everything
Maybe that would lessen my agony in it

i crave a piece of every
being in this made up universe
to search for one common mind
i could plant a sky in their brains
or even paint a picture for them to agree with
and pick apart their sanity embedded in their skull

am i feeling sense of self?
and am i able to agree with yours?
when my intellect leaves my body
and all that enters is my head are voices
talking, whispering to a
filthy conscience
"I know i am not meant to
exist forever but i am
willing to stay alive to question it"

i used to worry about my screen time
but that was before i had to worry about my scream time
then, screen time meant 'keep me clean time'
and now im left with no time.

you see - i keep telling myself its high time
that i stop dancing in this rhyme line
and start acting like its my time

that this life line
(that was actually a knife line)
is not something that i should want to see online.