And you know that.
And it hurts.
But we choose our own path.
And we get what we deserve.
And if these scattered, shattered glasses
Will show how we truly feel,
Then, love, I tell you this.
I wish I could make the world stand still
And I will stop tomorrow from coming
And we will never let go of each other.
Oh, if the world can stand still,
I will stop the world from turning
And we can stay like this forever.
But the sun's shining from this hotel room's window pane.
Our borrowed time ends here.
You should go home to him, and me, to her.
And we will never be the same.
Farewell, my ever carefree refuge
where I spent the night with a happy heart.
Goodbye, my ever lovely escape.
With a heavy soul, we will part.
But. tell me, please, if we are wrong, if we have sinned,
why was the happiest moments of my life was when you and I kissed?
Is love really that simple, small, and of less value
That it can only be shared by two people?
Is love really that weak, fragile, and will they crucify you
If love is proven to be that feeble?
Please, give me answers, please.
Because we will never be the same
And I will never be the same person as I am, for I forever have to bear the pain.

summer is fading
like the cologne on the clothes you left behind
dangling on her like second skin
clinging.
She is but a petal fighting for the sun,
forgetting she is a fragment
a constant
but when plucked you take
inch by inch,
a husk for your filling
until next summer.
complete(ly), destroy(ed).

The prism is dark
Gravitating to light
Violence pursues
Navigating right –
Unperturbed  living in
A secure state with
Nukes, Military,
Order is great &
Resources dip low? You
Will see us very soon
Protests, Faces then
Guns propel your ruin –
The prism is dark
Gravitating to light
Violence pursues
Navigating right

Open the gate and let us enter,
Or we’ll wrench the lock and kick down the door.
If it doesn’t drop, we’ll sledgehammer through
Forcing our way into your homes.
And bring up the dead to eat the living –
And the dead will outnumber the living.

We demand the precious ring عيسى بن مريم
Now show us the secret place:
We bomb the fiery doors of Hell –
Our slain disturbed they rise again.
Sleepers awoken from their beds.
They sing for the dust gave up it’s dead.

The whipping spur of mercenaries greed,
Roaming, ******, take souls for the cause –
Casually pledge for the Leader’s sake
Whole heart and mind was taken –
They stroked, caressed and kissed her.
Marked men turned into wolves.

Now woe to whom you honoured!
The fickle god paid you back cruelly.
Passing you by as a cheating lover,
As if fairy tales can be heard.
He guided you from above the sky?
It’s fallen in and you pay dearly

Enslaved by things of worldly nature,
Your vigour was lost, vision unsightly,
Now history’s gone, snared –
The traps you fell into laid,
Manufactured by slick rulers,
Your nobles are now lying down.

Sandy graves have been prepared,
Rows of seven, Jannah, Heaven,
For proud in battle we never falter,
Whips flashing and blades to the ready
Hear AK-47s shooting idly
And dare you not squeal:

“My brother, do not let me perish!”
For this day the vocals of our song
Smother the kaffirs weeping
Women lamenting sacrificed children,
Slapping their faces because
The dead will rise and inhale the stench.

Are you sleeping paupers of the globe;
Rich folk feast yet you are fasting.
Who is there to help on these wretched streets?
There is no relief. The wound is incurable.
Some around the world hear and rejoice,
For this evil is transmitted continually.

Open the gate and let us enter,
Or we’ll wrench the lock and kick down the door,
If it doesn’t drop, we sledgehammer through
Forcing our way into your homes.
And bring up the dead to eat the living –
And the dead will outnumber the living.

Love, what a joke when you're alive like me,
But you like to laugh along until you tell me what you want, tell me why it can't be
You got guns and guns, you make sure to load the clips for it
You get me nice and close you know kissing distance, and let your pistol whisper it.

Go ahead and buy those things to make yourself feel like you've found it.
Being lost I've found 'finding' funds flagrancy; and just goes to compound it.
Gimme this gimme that, does this lifestyle you know, make me look fat?
Get your own body (stop watching mine) what do you think you should look more at?

Love, what a joke when you're alive like me,
Try to stay awake to observe your nature and I fell asleep up in the tree,
Buy yourself a ticket take our time and have it tossed
You lit a fire in me, I got lost in you, now I'm on fire and lost.

It was wrong.
Now your gone.
I'm lost.

Do you have any idea how sick I am of myself?
Or what that's like?
(Chances are you don't)
Burn yourself with an iron, get really good at it, do it all the time then you might.

I'm to that point where I can't brag about my fears, not anymore
They just make me scared. (That's what they want)
Driving backwards to go forwards in a car without the rears,
Still feeling more comfortable impared.

Light the fuse and wait for no explosion, being blunt: I can't find a point.
My mom told me every day I was special, I was chosen,
Then she marked a made up friend who's easier to anoint.

Through all of this, nothing is constant.
Not mother, nor brother, nor pa
Mother gave me to a father who lost me
Now I expect everything to go wrong.
To be gone.
To be lost.

Feeling for affinity in streets all filled with enemies
I've had my fill of friends who tease then climb on me to meet their means
Got enough **** problems of my own, stuck in a government that wants my bones
Home of the brave, land of the free, host to double down hypocrisy (the parasites are profiting!)

I guess I'm ****** to be ******, collar free slavery
For every shambled man or ma'am who wants to sign into democracy
C-a-p-I-t-olism,
Get em trapped up in the schism boys! Get em boys get em!

We're lost.

We've lost our way.
Or maybe it's just me.
If you're out there please say, please stay.
We are this lands new beginning.

You love me as you smile
And it really seems to shine

When you bruise up my skin
I love knowing your all mine

You love me as you laugh
I can see the joy you wear

When you choke my neck
It shows you really care

You hate me as we love
For the reason I cheated

When all you did was love
Yet I hurt you so repeated

You love me as you hate
With pain in every touch

When you abuse my body
I still love you so much

I don't want to lose my family,but am doing everything to lose them.

I was 17.
My hair was shaggy, I finally had some
curves, and my room was always a mess.

He was 18.
He was taller than me by a foot, so strong
and devastatingly charming.

He was a gentleman.
He never sagged his pants, he liked big
expensive watches, Zippos, and taking
girls out for dinner.
He'd offer to drive me home even though
I live down the street.
The first night we met he shook my
hand just like a man should.

He was grandma's basement.
A secret place that's always a mess
with crushed beers littered on the floor,
bleary stains, and ***** smells.
Where Tuesdays are spent like Fridays
making memories with friends we all
hardly remember.

He'd try to sneak looks at me from
across the room.

He was my best friend.
We saw each other ever day for
weeks, never getting sick of it.
We swallowed pizza like air, talked
with our mouths full, and belched
like a couple of boys.

He was FIDLAR.
One day I said, "Have you heard this band?"
He stared at me in a daze, turned up
the volume, and that was that.
The whole neighborhood could hear us
singing along that day.

He was a green Chevy Tahoe.
It could be heard from down the street.
I'd wait to hear the roar outside my window.
The passenger seat, a second home.
My feet on the dash, his wrist dripped
over the steering wheel.
We had no cares in the world.

He was getting high
at 3 in the morning outside my
house while my parents sleep.
I already felt like I was on drugs, so
no high compared.
But we laughed, and laughed, and laughed
some more until out ribs were sore.

He was a pack of camel blues.
His lips stained my neck. Nicotine on
my tongue, so sweet.
He'd flip a stoge for luck, leaving it for last.

That's when I knew.
Maybe we'd get lucky somehow.

Has she ever noticed the
pungent smell my skin leaves?
When he goes back to her,
leaving me for last.