To the most dominant perspectives of the world
Where do your ideas stand in the real screen?
To those affinities binding parts together
What does your purpose prove to mean?

That faith, that courage, that growth grieving inside
Hope to overcome the hurdles of daily creations
Drowning in the ocean of total hollowness
Helping each other, just pretty illusions.

I know this may not hold any meaning to some
May hold something to stand against odds,
Show me the light, break the boundaries
Of lively destruction and bring alive the thoughts.

Let me get there, Me, a tiny being of the universe
Holding on to the firm delicacy I dream
Words craving to follow up to one another
Of my insanity, I pray, I Redeem !

                                            - Kate Muffins.

I need you to call my name.

I want to hear it escape your throat.

You know my name. It is the one
that sounds like the stabbing of
steel shovels into sodden soil.

It is the one you addressed
on all those notes and letters.

Say it. Say it now.
Cry my name.

You will say it, even if
it spills from your teeth
and stains your ******* skin.


-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet

don't beg for help
on how to get back up
from the feet
that stood on your legs
and convinced you
you couldn't walk
in the first place

Wait!
Don't move.
  He already won,
   There's nothing else to prove.

Wait!
Don't try.
  He's holding back your wings,
   He won't let you fly.

Wait!
He's hiding.
  You need to be careful,
   'Cause he's lying there; waiting.

Now listen -
You thought he loved you,
  Remember I warned you.
   He just needed you to be there,
    To do his bidding,
     Whatever he asked,
      Whenever.

You were enslaved by his c
                                               h
                                               a
                                               r
                                               m
                                               s.
He stopped you from doing so many things,
Even leaving the house.
He held you in an I.R.O.N. F.I.S.T.
He didn't trust you, see?
I warned you from the start,
But you didn't listen.

Now you see the monster,
And you run back to me for help.
But you're trapped.
You can't run from him,
You can't hide from your master.

You laid your bed in the grave he set,
And sooner or later you must rest your head.