The cave that is my mind,
Quite unique, not hard to find
In the quiet, shifting gloom
Where leaves rustle and mushrooms bloom

Enter it, and the walls glow faintly,
Here time never runs out, it lasts indefinitely
See that light at the back of the cave?
It's actually a rather accommodating escape

Pass through the vines that grow thick and hang low,
From high above, a silvery glow
That sets the dew on the grass sparkling
A beautiful moth perched, it's perfection startling

Flowers of faint colours grow in the ground,
Of this hidden retreat, rarely found
Where all the best things I do keep
Within my mind's haven, it is easy to sleep

The demons in my head
only fuel
my passion to write.

My safe haven
from everything
that sets me apart
from this life.

I lay down and wonder while my reality unwind. The more serious  a situation  the deeper I climb.

Where dark things lurk and thoughts rewind.Where dreams render me sublime.

I'm lost through space and time
trapped in the essence of my mind.

My Heart Bleeds,
My Soul Sings,
Ya Know Wings,
I Got Theese,
Evil It Creeps,
With The Blade & Help Me By The Creek,
What Ever It Is I'm In ,
I'm In It To Deep,
**** Man I Can't Breathe,
Drownding All Alone ,
Such A Sad Soul,
Continuing To Sink,
This Is How I Feel,
It's Real, It's All I Think,
I Wish I Could Wish It All Away,
I Wish She, The One I Crave , Need Was Just 1 Call Away,
For Me Things Will Never Be Easy,
Tourette's Cursed My Neck, Twitchin Uneasy,
So Much Deep Hurt I Can Continue To Vent,
I'm A Fallen Angel That Was 1 Heaven Sent,
**** Where Has Heaven Been,
I'm Lonely These ******* Psychedelics Are My Hopeless Medicine,

KATO

(Immortal Expressions)

love is a knock on the door
if ever it comes unexpectedly, be sure to make it feel at home
it will be this stranger with a smile too enticing to ignore, yet you will give it your all, trust and love, skin and bones

love is the corner of each page turned
patiently waiting for the reader to fall in love with him or her
it is the beginning of every word written on paper, and to every beginning there must come an end, yet the ending to each story will keep you at your toes, with a desire for another chapter or even another word

love is the warm mornings of winter
it is a blanket enveloping every inch of your skin, ensuring you that haven is within reach and the spaces between your fingers
its kiss will be the taste of coffee or tea and its embraces will be felt enclosing the very palms of your hands, giving you the satisfaction you need

love is a child with scraped knees
no matter how many times they fall, no matter how many more experiences they meet and no matter how many times they have to land on their knees, they will rise eventually, whether with tears in their eyes or a smile too big that it stretches their cheeks, they will continue running and playing the game they never finished

yet love is not a game you can play, not with feelings
it is not a card you can trade, it is not something you can throw away after the game is finished
it is this victory that engulfs you once you have reached the other end of the line
it is this passion waiting to congratulate you on the other side, with a kiss, a hug, or even more love so divine

but love is not all about contentment and days numbered with joyous hours and time
it is also the taste of defeat, a taste that your tongue and palate will never grow used to
it is a wound that is never there, that stings with each touch and each word that reminds you of the other
it is inevitable and a moment that cannot be stopped with time
it is a journey that cannot be undone, a path that you cannot meet halfway, yet you will try with every ounce you’ve got to reach the finish line you thought was destined for you and the other
and even though that other started off with a smile, too enticing to ignore, you gave all your love and trust, to every bit of your skin and bones
no matter if they’re gone, along with your love and trust, at least they gave you back something in return

because love stayed up with you all night
talked with you for hours as if time itself was slipping away
love was an argument you couldn’t win
it was the only game that made you feel that you failed
it was a heartbreak away yet you pushed yourself to look past the flaws that made them frail
love was an inspiration to strength
a story that made you turn each page even though you knew the beginning to their end
and no matter what weather, love gave you the warmth you needed
it became the time that healed the wounds to your knees, the spaces between your fingers, the blanket that enveloped every inch of your skin

yet love was also the reason why the smile so wide it reached your ears, disappeared
it was the reason why you stayed up all night, waiting for time to slip away
it was the reason why your view on love developed into fear

and still, love was the reason why you were thankful, that you reached the finish line
it was the reason that kept you waiting by the door each night, expecting and hoping for another knock to come by
love was the reason why you trusted strangers with such smiles
and you knew that no matter what happened, if love still came knocking at your door
you were sure that you would still welcome it home

n.j.

Will I ever be OK?
This loneliness always stays
Their lips constantly say
"Darling, you will be OK"

I don't believe what they say
Because I am not OK
And it gets worse day to day
I will never be OK

Will I ever be OK?
Beasts of lonely want to stay
I wish they'd just go away
I just want to be OK

Like a never ending day
Lonely 'gain comes out to play
So to God allmight' I pray
Please don't let the lonely stay.

I just want to be OK.

Responsible for nothing why don't we fade
into oblivion together, draining the shame
ascribed to our names with the gaze of
the all-important outside eye?
Why don't we fall back from the game we play
when each move we make causes pain?
I am Not.
Never and Non.
Lost.
Troubled and Gone.
I am Not.
Never and Non.
Forever all,
Always for nothing
Til I'm troubled and gone.

My safe haven-
The only place where whispers are as loud as screams,
and screams fade into echo’s.
Where there is no difference between the good and the bad,
Only the human.
And voices litter every single surface,
Telling me to do things I know I shouldn’t.

My safe haven-
A place that is full of mistakes
And terrible ideas.
(But that’s what makes up life, right?)
Yet, I still feel more like myself here,
Than I do out there.

My own personal safe haven-
A place like heaven,
Could also be like hell.
A place where angels are demons,
And demons are angels.
The only place where I can truly be myself-
For once and for all.