Under the blue moon, I've
Yet to see separation of love;
Yet to see conflicting schedules;
Yet to see distant distance;
Though, I dream of these.

Skin laid bare, heart caged up.

We were told to feel,
But shut up.

We were told to do well,
But to keep quiet our skill.

We were told to live,
But given no life.

We are the new soldiers.

Our weapons are our words,
Our mind the ammunition.

We wage a war.

We are the most effective army,
for we will all **** ourselves.

Our battle will have no survivors,
But will be in no books.

There is a special place in history for us,
Outside it.

We will all be remembered but never spoken of.

We were not there at the start,
nor will we be at the end.

No one remembers the middle.

We are the new soldiers.

Skin
               Laid
                              Bare
                         ­                      Heart
                         Caged
       Up

If pain develops character, why am I so lousy?

If love wakes you up inside, why am I so drowsy?

If life is an adventure, I'm a stereotypical hobbit.

If I was holding my own, well then I think I might have dropped it.



I'm walking on eggshells, and they're cutting my bare feet.

I live in a glass house, and it's about to sleet.

Love sets your soul on fire, yet I'm feeling pretty cold.

New dawn, new day, they say, but these nights are getting old.



I've barked up the wrong tree, and I'm being driven to the pound.

Back to the drawing board, but I think I lost my crayon.

I'm having my stomach pumped, cause I bit off more than I could chew.

If actions speak louder than words, then I'm so lazy I'm a mute.



I was burning all my bridges, but then I caught on fire.

I never gave up my day job, I just wasn't ever hired.  

Can't judge a book by its cover, but my story is ugly too.

I would make a play on words, but my theater class is through.  



If love is blind, then why do I have 20/20 vision?

I was accused of cutting class, but I made no such incision.  

In the heat of the moment, my icecream sadly dripped.

Beating around the bush was fine, until I freaking tripped.

  

If clouds have silver linings, then I see an empty sky.

It's hard to keep my head up, while the sun is in my eyes.  

I guess I need to lighten up, but I was saving battery power.

If it's all a piece of cake, I have an allergy to flour.

i miss the sight of blood
flowing out
of this body
as much as i miss
the safety & false brief relief
that used to lead me
to my own depths.

Sad thoughts swimming
like fish in the sea
in my mind they inhabit
they stay and roam with me

They're my company
in solitude and downs
like clowns comforting children
with ugly faces and frowns

I tried to shake them away
for I feel hopeless and forlorn
"It's not that easy", they say.
"We're better left alone."

it's 3am
and i still feel the same
again and again
with this aching pain

no matter how hard i try forget
sad thoughts is all i get
no matter how hard i cry
no matter how hard i try.

Gloomy and dark skies
meet my chocolate brown eyes
the view took me to the past
like a wheel in the air, spinning fast

The past I buried under
returned in my mind, things I used to ponder
I shake my weary head and sighed
wipe away the tears which I couldn't hide

Hugged myself as I stroll
carried my heart that was once whole
accepted the fact that what's done is done
accepted the fact that the enemy has won.

Your reality, when does it become an illusion?
An illusion, when does it become your reality?

Questioning reality;
Slowly losing my sanity.

Repeating the same question over and over again;
Expecting a different answer to finally come with time.

The definition of insanity;
Eating away my dreadful mind in the form of a pretty rhyme.