Vast approaching, carnivorous clouds
set to surround her
Choking her with their black ****
pregnant with both child and fear
she is unable to protect what she holds deep within her
Evil screams at her every turn she is lost
and she has nowhere to run

His putrid stench has returned
It resides within him
Redolent of whiskey
Nicotine stained
And she wants to retch
He has invaded her
****** her sanity
He can barely walk
He is disgusting

She fights with reality, desperate to disappear
Meditates to another land
Where her body is vacant and alone

To be pregnant with evil
Is to be punished
She can not be loved

His veins reach out and engulf her with such venom
That her throat is choked with
his sticky sour blood

Dying is her only chance
But her life is cruel
She must endure his foul, stinking breath
His beatings
His abuse
Desperately hoping, praying
That someone would **** him...

Let's build a house and make it out of stone.
We will craft it using the Earth
That raised us from the dank ashes of our ancestors,

Many before us tried to build this house,
Yet they failed because they weren't us.
Each stone we put on these walls feels cold in our hands,
Like my dead body that you somehow pulled me from this earth.

We build and build,
Comparing our callous hands.
Even though your hands looked damaged and hideous
I kept looking at your smile,
The way it shines light up our house from afar
We held each other's decrepit hands
And walked towards this beautiful creation we made.
That we would call a home.

I walk through the high ceilings
As pictures of us melt through the blood cherry wallpaper.
Every time I take a breath I can smell our endless nights of laughing
And exhaling the times you kicked me in your sleep.
We held this roof
Through our love of crafting this house.
On this house with me and you.

But that was the past.

So close yet never far enough

I can hear this heart beating in the floorboards,
The sounds vibrates the house
As it gets louder every time
I smell your shampoo on someone else,

I'm scared,
Whenever I glance at the pictures of us all i feel is pain
I tear them down one by one
Like a beast that I have become

And maybe it's only me,
But I feel that the air has changed in this house,
Now whenever I breathe in,
I feel you laughing at the way I sleep
When I exhale, I loose all of the words
That I can use to convince you to come back home
And rest your legs on my lap,

I get closer to the place where you used to draw
I see this sea of darkness
And that heart beating on an island
That’s where you sat there and told me
“I think its time”
I wrestle the murky waters until I hold the last moment
Before you broke my heart.

Something is changing me,
My hands feel too heavy
With this newfound disease that caress my flimsy body.
This veiny structure
That I think are my emotions
Is melting me to the ground
Like the walls build before,
I wish I wish I wish
for things to restart
And depart that other thought
That slipped out off my feeble lips.

You see these lips?
These lips tell no jokes,
See this smile?
It's tired from holding itself up
You see, It’s being held prisoner
From the thoughts you thought about.

Yet all I think about was when you sat there,
Looking both ways to see if you can cross my mind unnoticed:

You definitely didn't.

Now All I have left is this hole you dug me up from,
And all I Ask of you is to put me back where you found me.

Sugar slips down this hourglass
protected inside shimmering bulbs,
counting down my possibilities
as I run out of sweetness.

Mellow crystals of the past:
My coffee is bitter and dark.
But I swear I’ll wait grain by grain
for your last time travelers
to get in line,
and smash your cowardice
against this wall.

And when we are face to face,
and your refinement motionless
on the floor,
you’ll tell me,
you’ll tell me how much is left for us.

Duties were tormenting me
like Tetris pieces raining
at an impossible speed.
I made chamomile tea,
and waited for the “GAME OVER” sign.

A man with no face
went to the edge of chaos
once I fell asleep.
He demanded a blanket
from the winter, a song
from Mercury, and a smile
from me.
And arranged them beautifully
without gaps
like Tetriminos making a line,
and disappearing
as I woke up.

I know that that heavy burden has been clawing inside your heart,
Years has passed,
You never tell,
I never asked.

I've seen your fall from the catastrophe,
And I know your pain in immense.
But what worse it could be,
I am standing helplessly,
Feeling like a *****,
But not doing anything.
I wish you'd have allowed me just for once
To enter there
Where you have suppressed your pain so hard.

Just tell me once,
how is it valid
to share the laughter aloud
but when it comes to tears,
(your tears)
You back off.

Just tell me once,
Why is it easy
to talk about all the beauty and the bounty the life has given,
to buttonhole me with all your talks,
Squabbling around the irrelevant sometimes,
But it scares you to talk about the story of your scars.

Just tell me once,
how is it fair
that my pain, my trouble, my problem becomes ours,
and yours is always yours.

Just tell me once,
why you are so hard to explore.
It's been years of our being together,
why you are always this mysterious.

Just tell me once
how is it relevant in our strong bonding of ages.

May be it's too painful to talk about,
May be it's me who isn't worthy enough,
Whatsoever it may be,
but I know you ain't much healed,
And it bothers me.

I can't assure you that unveiling your scars will heal you definitely
But the one thing I am sure of:
It feels good to be listened,
listened in enchantment.
I know it because you do the same to me
And It bolsters my strength.

Honey!
We all have our shadows
Pour it out &
Burn them down.
May be then you'll feel a little lighter.

The same newspaper...
A picture oozing guileless joy

Eyes wide with laughter, eyes filled with happiness;
Hands clasped together, feeling kinship with each other;
Happy tears rain down on cheeks, frozen in this colorful sheet;
Loud cries of delight, silent and muffled in my reality;
Big bright colorful light cover the expanse of the background, not adding much beauty to the sight at hand;

Chaos and order dare not to stand side by side, they would rather mix together and collide;
There is no need to breach any peace, its already within a hand's reach;
Children yearn not for peace, but for a chance to be part of a celebration delivered by peace;

Nothing would be more sweeter than to remain in this blissful state;
Determination marked their faces, but only to win fame and prize;
Dancing, and reading national poems should be admirable, but it balks when at contrast with my previous sight;

Haplessness engulfs me yet again, where am i needed here?
Where can I make a change?
I could add to to an already existing happiness, will it be fulfilling?
How Can i make something complete, more complete?
Where is my purpose here?
I settled for a prayer,
For such happiness not be stolen,
For the children to always delightfully smile, to know nothing of the horrors of war;

The picture remain as it is, nothing to add...nothing to extract

A newspaper..
A picture oozing desperation..

Eyes wide open in horror, eyes filled with terror;
Hands clasped together, seeking console from each other;
Sad tears walk a path down on cheeks, frozen in this white and black sheets;
Silent cries of agony, loud and clear in my reality;
Green trees cover the expanse on the background, softening not the sight at hand;
Chaos and order stand side by side, divided by a barbed fence to keep strangers at hand;
Peace is so close to reach, yet its so hard to breach;
An extended hand through the fence's opening reach, cries for help and beseech;
Defeated children stood on higher ground, wistfully yearning for a safety beyond the line to be found;

One land they share, the same landscape everywhere, divided by that one line there;
Nothing would be more sweeter than walking to the other side, to be engulfed in the safety of the other land, to stumble across its ground;

Defiance marked the eyes, determination marked their faces;
Climbing over barbed wires, is a thing to admire;
A hole in the fence surly is an offense, but the notion balks under constant threat of imminent death;

Helplessness engulfs me, so to my mind's fantasy I flee;
I grab them all in the palm of my hands, transfer them to a far away land;
To a place where they live in peace, nothing to drive them away from a home that ease;
Where I can see smiles on children's faces, nothing to steal away the innocent race;

Again at the picture I look, and my mind excitedly shook;
The picture remained, and the people no longer were in pain;
For the picture only contained, the land, the trees and the barbed terrain;

It became but a picture of a landscape, a speck of history draped in mystery.

Thick chilling lines
Trick trick trickling down the canvas
Swift passionate movements
A cold critical stare

The colors are entangled with passion
The paint lays in heaps of hard work
Yet you crash to the linoleum
Thrashing out your arms-

Then all is still and smells of lavender
The birds of the canvas sing
Their songs melancholy and hopefully
Yet they will never fly

Manic:
synonyms: mad, insane, deranged, demented, maniacal, lunatic, wild, crazed, demonic, hysterical, raving, unhinged, unbalanced etc;

Depressive:
causing feelings of hopelessness, despondency, and dejection.

Manic
******* pairs of strangers every weekend, because them thinking you're desirable cures the hollowness for a minute or two

Depressive
Letting a man tie you to a bed and rip the skin off your shoulder with his teeth because you deserve to hurt

Manic
Getting higher than you've ever been so you can have an excuse to scream

Depressive
Crying at night and pretending its loneliness that's ******* you up

Manic
Driving a car you stole from your sister, even though you don't have a license or a clue where you're headed

Depressive
Drinking tequila during class so you can prove to yourself that you really are a badass

Manic
Dressing like a ******* and letting random men get you in their cars

Depressive
Punching a wall so hard your knuckle breaks

Manic
Calling yourself hot **** while you sob over the sink and then laugh at the world's beauty

Depressive
****

Manic*
****

You took away all the tools
to allow me to fix us

I'm sitting here with my hands tied behind my back
waiting for you to release them
So I can reach you.
So I can hold you.

So I can tell you how sorry I am.

Please release me.