I feel as though I am a slave to destruction, knees nailed to rickety floorboards that creak against creation. I am head bowed, pleading for pleasure against the cacophony of the ******, washing white floors with grime. I am the harbinger of ends, an omen of unhappiness. I am question marks, red streaks, spilled coffee on loved words. I am torment, tormented by the ways I’ve been tormenting the things I love. I am oceans inviting and striking with no warning, hurricanes gently shaking before swallowing and devastating, promise land offering refuge and whiting out identities because nobody gets to be free. I am shackled to remorse, self hatred, anxiety. A prisoner of pain, daughter of broken glass, born in spider breaks, marked by shards and splinters. I am the whisper of ruin rattled through crows calling home across worlds and realms. I am jutted bones cutting into flesh collecting blood for breakfast and sorrow for supper, feeding famine to families I am familiarly unfamiliar with. I am cast away, fallen angel, victim to the rise of hope and sequestered from safety. Left to forage fight in fields long forgotten, to discover decades of indecency and be punished by punishing the lucky ones. The thinned wrist souls slipping from restraints, to make commodity of clear consciouses, and deliver doom promised by our ancestors. I am an agent of misery, a companion of karma, nothing more than a slave to destruction.

We are emasculated by the media, aesthetics
-But do we ever take the time to know others
-People often forget that the act of appreciation - Is only really a couple of phrases
- Care to be my friend?
- Acquaint yourself and converse with me
- Let me express myself
- Let me be free, trade a smile or maybe more :) - Outer beauty will always be viewed
- It will change as you age
- Grow as you eat
- Shape as you see fit
- The more you love yourself, your actions will speak
- With positivity, over negativity - What we see is often referred to as a figment of our imagination
- In reality we see fit to procreate, our surroundings - Appreciate beauty for everything that it surrounds,
- Do not let it insatiate you, - For you are its empowerer/empoweress - View everything, take in every aspect
- The love, the hate, the uncontrolled emotions
- Everything
- Do not take any aspect for granted - A life is given
- Live(s) are taken
- Your life should mean not an instance
- But a lifetime, nothing surrounds you
- Because you are the actor that capsulates the settings
- The writer that narrates...
- ...Beauty

I haven't written in a while.
I think it's because I've been happy.
I guess that once the fear is tamed,
and the insecurities shrink down,
I'ts a lot easier to flash an honest smile.

I owe most of it to you.
But I think I've been slowly getting better.
Negativity used to haunt my mind with no end in sight,
Turning subtleties into monstrosities and leaving me awake at night.
But that was before I started looking up. Before I found you.

In my mind there’s a thirst
For pain that’s the worst
So I self impose a curse
Until I’m ready to burst

My mind drifts to the ugly
That endlessly bugs me
Things seem so lovely
But my mind is hungry
For war drums drumming

In people
I find evil
They’re so jingoistic and aggressive
Following anyone they find impressive
Until they’ve reached the zone
Where my negative mind goes

In love
I find shoves
Would he love me if I was *****?
Would he love me if I was burned?
I wonder what it will take
For me to be spurned

And God
I find odd
Would God allow me to **** myself?
Or would he send me to the pits of Hell?
Where I could drown in a bitter well
Regretting trading my life for a cell

My mind goes to the darkness
In the ocean I see a shark’s nest
So it becomes my dark quest
To join the heartless
By forsaking my own empathy
Until there’s nothing left of me
So I can ignore the theft I see
Inside this negative mess I bleed

if they throw rocks at you,
it's time,
you pick those rocks up,
and make walls out of those rocks,
to keep such people out.......