There is a voice that shouts to my heart,
"You won't succeed; just don't start."
But there is whisper from my brain,
"If you fail you get a chance to start again."
Both these voices are mine
It's true.
Believe in yourself;
your greatest enemy is you.

on the worse days,
i do not let it show.
i watch the ones whom i love most
out of the corner of my eye.
their faces are bright.
i watch them - hope and love and surety - and think,
i am sorry.
i am sorry.
and i do not let it show.

everything is loud around me
and i am an apology left unheard, unspoken;
i myself am left deafened,
too lost to speak.

my love, my love,
i look at you and think:
i am sorry.
do you know? do you know?

do you know:
i am a plane crash,
i am leaping off this cliff that is my breakdown,
i am drowned in my own waters.
do you know, do you know?
my ribcage has been paper-thin for so long,
and my own heart is knocking it down
(it pounds so loud);
and so i am trembling fingers and empty feet,
burning palms and everyday fatigue.
i am the moment
the calm leaves the storm
and everything comes crashing;
i am a star about to die,
and not once did i ever seem to shine;
i am an explosion,
and do you know:
i am so terrified
you will be caught in my aftermath.

in the end,
none of the metaphors will ever fit:
i am sad.
it has been this way for some time.
do you know?
if i think too much my eyes might tear up,
and this is why i can never seem to meet your gaze.

no; of course not:
my apologies are always unspoken.
i am sorry;
perhaps one day the bravery will return
(if it was ever there)
and neither of us will be so lost.

my love, my love,
i am sorry. give me time.

my love,
worry not about me.
not yet, not now.
your quiet love - it is bright,
and i think: no,
you do not have to know.
for this moment, i will be all right.
i will not let it show.
(i will try to stop apologizing for faults that aren't mine.)
my love,
stay with me in this moment.
i ask for little more.

Be kind,
Even when you are not supposed to,
It's a bravery shown and
is what most don't hold with in.

Be kind,
For the world who just wanna start another war and slaughter every last piece of kindness
you hold within.

Will you still be kind?
For if you will,
You'll be the one who'll save the world

I laugh at the bad breath of death
whilst the waves of my existence are calm
at him sarcastically I hum
because I'm not just like any other life he takes
or one to blindly trust the smiles he fakes
I'm fully aware of his hypocrisy
so I've insured my life with integrity
when he knocks at my door courage will be my Panga
peacefully waiting without a grain of anger
with smiles I wait albeit I'm yet to walk many miles
I laugh at death because I am already dead
the rock of my first love shattered my heart and messed up my head
I die with every disappointment I encounter
I die with every NO that should have been a YES
I guess I'll know when death comes, I'll tell his saunter
I laugh at death because he's wasting his time
he may take me but he will never **** my rhyme
lived to the best of my ability, I've reached my prime
with vigilant ears in my soul I'll hear his knells chime
I laugh at death for immortal is the spirit in my heart
because I'll perish but live on in my Art
in the melancholic tales, the ugliness of poetry
and in the jumbled descriptions of my stories
I laugh out loud for death won't be the end
it shall be a reunion with family plus many a friend
I pity death, he is no longer a mystery
No more triumphant praise, no more glories
I'll live on in the pictures of treasured moments
in the catchy social media posts and comments
thus he'll win the fight but the battle's already won
and albeit my travels to the great beyond will leave some  hearts torn
my departure won't necessarily mean I totally perished
I assure you,I'll live on in the minds of those who loathed
the hundred hopeless naked I strived and clothed
but most of all, I'll live on in the hearts of my cherished
So I laugh at death

ravenous,
and it feels wonderful;
the old energy seeping back into me,
and everything is full and wide and easy.
these moments are an oasis in the desert.
i eat a full meal,
run a lap,
go out.
i shake, tire out, fall softly,
but what does it matter -
i am alive and with heart,
and morning will come.

it is more than this, than what i can say:
the simple quiet fact
that i can breathe with a full heart
today.
that my soul fits back into place -
does not wander into the dark,
does not leave me a ghost -
but instead stays,
and thus i claim myself.
in this moment, the world is good and bright and mine for the taking;
and i will be the lightning that sweeps the sky.

They march
withered but undying
with mud
fallen sweetly on their faces.

A new sky and a tender wind
grant severance from the sea.

Haunt us no more
with your pikes and arrows.
Blend our moanings and call our names:

the sunflower,
the wind,
the moonshine breaks

a mirrored frame,
a knighted sky,
and iron cast in embroidered lace.

I lay my hopes in
a hinterland of grace/waste.

What will a soul bring
that a body cannot
in sorrow or in death?

When sentiments of corpses
hang high from windows
paneled by offense,

stars fall on broken strings.

I fell down before I even got to the top.