I'm ****** like sensuazonia, yet a moral in my own right. Well, to be honest, I don't feel like it. i feel like I'm empty inside, growing more and more so each day. But why? Is there some kind of escape route? Is there some way that I can get away from it? It's consuming my soul at such a rapid pace that even my sprinting soul can't escape like marathon, I must endure like a prisoner of war until my savior arrives, but I don't feel like I have salvation imminent, I feel like I've been stuck in the box so long that I've become it, and now removing that bond with my captivity is harder to break as I rip the cardboard from around me and break the flimsy ***** that keep me pinned in this location for the longest. Where the heck should I go? What the hell should I do? You see, this is what arrives in my mind each time I start my breathing at its regular pace. But then again, what else is there to think about? I could think about the past, but where would that get me? Where would I possible be able to traverse that I haven't traversed when I was experiencing it as present. I miss the past and its people... it's past me, the me that though unwhole, was content with what, and who, he had. I'm alone in the world that I created, how's that for Irony? I can feel the pressure of those wishing to detach me from my reality, their arms reach far, wrapping around my waist in an embrace meant for lovers, but pulling so savagely that I'm forced to do naught but succumb. Hell no, I have to fight, that's who and what I am, but alas, My vent ends now. Brain running drier that the desert's air, dustier than the abyss known as desert sands. I feel empty and now with my words gone, the feeling is even worse.
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A muted silent melody
A vacant chained cage
The loveless awaits a remedy
With muted silent rage

It wanders around an essence
Clings to broken loveless pleasures
In hope one accepts its presence
It wanders still a muted treasure

A loveless soul dances to a blank tune
Looking for loves elixir, its eyes catch a mind
With steps of silence under a muted moon
Once loveless, this soul dances for love it finds.

Life, without direction, is open space . Open space of all taking from you.
Like a vacuum to stretched you apart until you are non-existent.

Life with light, is dark with no meaning, only from within, holds a miracle to shine one bit of beam to see the next second.

Life with love is life without validation, love is only within oneself in a dark, quiet, open space.

To the messy table we left after our dinner dates,
I always leave veggies on my plate;
Coz you know how much I hate them,
then you'll tell me, with a smile, to eat them.

To the all the places we used to go,
filled with smoke, from both our lungs and so;
Then we'll both promise to begin to stop,
At the end, I'm the only one who made it to the top.

To those new faces we knew,
from my friends, down to you;
I hoped for something that'll last,
didn't know it would be fast.

*All were the same, no one begged to stay.
It's like a routine, over and over again.
I wish I still have the strength to say,
but sorry, my heart lived with pain.

Love was a concept pressed
against the pocket of my mouth
like a tongue in my cheek,
and I kept it tucked away
between broken teeth
and cracked lips.
Love was a thing that always
kept me parched,
and though it sounded soft
coming out of his mouth,
when I bit down
it was as hard as stone.
We didn't know how to love.

i dont know where my life is going,
i dont know where i am going,
but i know where i am...
but i dont like being here...
i want to go somewhere...
somewhere far away from here..
i find myself stuck here,
i think to find way out of here.
i think, think and keep thinking,
but what shall i do rather thinking.
i try to work hard...
i even fail to try hard...
i feel so weak,
i feel a gap,
i am missing something,
is that i need something?
if that something is someone,
then is she that someone?
then why i lied to her,
not once, many times.
why i said no to her,
not once, twice twice,
Not to one,
to the two.
Because i really didnt knew,
that what i wanted, needed?
But thought  she dint needed me,
she deserved the better!!!
i wanted to be that better...
not for her,for me...
for those who love me...
i want everyone to love me...
i want to be a big man,
a healthy wealthy rich man...
a hero, a love of all.
but dont know what to do...
to be free n move out of here...
i am stuck somewhere,
i wanna be out of here.
How to go, go out of here,
to that dreamworld,
where i want to be...
but i somehow feel that
i am not good at anything,
like i am not good at poetry.

They say
"She wants to **** him hard,"
but he hardly wants to **** her
still he calls day and night
and like a therapist she listens
**** this
**** that
**** this *****
and not you
When will you learn?
He's a man
educating you on
how to be a lap dog
you put your head
in his lap
and he'll ask you to beg
He doesn't give a **** about you
but you cling to him
like a dog ******* a leg.
You stupid girl
You stupid girl.
He doesn't want you
He wants himself.
While he looks in the mirror
with his tiny *******
he thinks, "I'm the man
take this all my *******"
and he rubs one out for him
not you
not her
not anyone but himself
He
doesn't
want
you.