I out the blade up to my skin.
not giving it the power
to harm;
to hurt;
the power i wants.

i had the power.
i had the control.
over the object that was both
my best friend, and my worst enemy.

-Desirea Fox

As darkness rose with the night
I will depart in the name of my right
It is not because I am afraid to fight
I just want to get out of sight

Disappearing from the face of men
Leaving no guilt, nor regret
Yes, this might be the end
And in the end, they might find me dead

I hardly swing my steps
With fear filling in each tap
Will I be able to find to find somewhere safe?
Will I be enough brave?

Now that I am here in this pity
I stop and start thinking
For what I have been doing
Do they miss me?

Must I seek for sanctuary
To keep me beyond a man's reach
And I have given my words clearly
That it will not be easy to breach

And time, was passing behind me
I never, ever hesitate  
I must never, ever hesitate    
I'm on the path where I wanted to be

And so I shall walk straight and wander
Without reading any poem
For I am a traveller
Far from home

You corrupted my mind--
In the most beautiful way.
I think of you everyday,
I just want you to know that:
Even though you do this to me,
It's okay
As long as it's you.
It was always you.
-efbl (03.14.15)
Twitter: /efblpoetry |/legolepsic
Instagram: /e1ayah/

I entered a world,
Full of strangers,
Nobody knew me,
Never met anyone yet.

But it's a world,
I belong to,
Everyone understand,
And share the same love.

I'm in the world,
Of wonder,
Of beauty,
Of literature.

I'm in the world of,
Nostalgic, weird,
And intelligently amazing,
Poets.

Hello soldier

you enlist today

goodbye soldier

you deploy today

to a well known battlefield

sanity

the enigmas written, engraved

by the lost; the many; the plenty

a never ending maze

your the frontlines

light em up

mess em up

deadly words **** by your fragile, breakable mind

at ease

no

your kamikaze mind

theyre strong

but we're stronger

hit the deck

brace for impact

your going home

no

death or glory

no

glory

fight because its instinct not orders

theyre scourge will prove faulty

we are united

we fight on!

we wont hurt anymore

we are free

in a world of peace, for peace

we stand

together

standing in puddles of our own maroon.

we stand.

You might think I have an obsession but,
I call it dedication to love someone who knows you as
You stranger with so much compassion.

A newbie down here does not know where to go
Kept on doing crazy poems for daisies out there.
She knows that the line she made were true
True as the sun strikes her dry skin
Asks for a little guide from the older roses
Hey! Please help me and drag me from this grave.

Is there anyone there anymore?
For I have gone blind with things once said
and I cannot pass myself to see
clearly into the mist
with eyes wide open.

Understanding
There is a fine line, between willing and understanding
the clueless hole left in your soul is grappling for the spark that once lit your heart
while you whistle nonchalance to the sea of faces that crash through your life like a broken wave
Because understanding is not done without willingness
and these problems you see so clearly in front of you honey, they don’t exist
not to them no, they don’t exist.
Those promises whispered in-between sheets late at night remain there, woven in the cotton that you have forgotten with the bite of yesterday’s dawn.
They implore you they do, presenting lies disguised as childish riles
and your bedroom light now is sheltered in shadow and it feels like a gallows, but they can’t see that.
No, they can’t see that.  

The lids of your eyes are left masked in disguise
these problems you feel no longer seem real
but the confusion does.
And that rise in hysteria that makes you grow wearier turns your soldier façade into something so vague
and you can’t explain it because your heart is like rock and the problem now is
You don’t know what.
That confusion is real and those things that you feel they are present they are true they are here.
But there is hope
Darling there is hope.
For you aren’t alone in a world full of scorn there are people that care honey, people are there!
But you can’t see that
no, you can’t see that.