The fires within rage on
The cage weakening
The page in the book of this life..

It is a definition of the hell within its author..

I have walked roads of pain
I have gone insane
I have become my enemy

Closer to myself than any friend

I have turned into a soldier
A soul of one unsold
A story of experiences untold

I am a man of images
A man of molded culture molded til breaking

My heart cannot be seen..
And you are looking in all the wrong places..

My words are the carrier of my soul..
I live and love alone on my own..
Agony clearly shown..

I never grew up
Only donned the life expected of me

A divide created within me..

I feel as if I am a heaven and a hell..

But your world will never shatter me..

Break, yes.. But never shatter..
To live going forward seems best..

But the broken memories of a past so long gone..

They haunt..
They taunt..

Trying to be real again when they simply cannot..

Better to use them
Than be destroyed by them..

I guess this is life..
I guess its normal..
I guess its even human..

I know I will never feel ok with this way of living..

If only I could be like the rest..
Maybe I already am..

Chasing what's "best"....
While hoping for the truly best..

I am already like the rest..

Just couldn't see it..

you don't have to say "i love you" to express your feelings
let the kiss and touch speak
risking everything is the most real thing of love in action
never give up on the right person for immortality of love

develops feelings doesn't have to be emotionally beautiful
it can grow slowly and painfully
the emotion of love has the heart to feel what it feels
it can tear up so easily
one mistake, one heartbreak
and you are done

let your action speak
the meaning of love doesn't have to be romantic
it doesn't have to be roses and a ring
eternal love?
love someone with action
action is real and strong
and you have your eternal

my heart aches.
what could have been?
memories flood.
who would I be?
tears fall.
why did I go?

You know the world is crazy
Is painful
Is cruel
When you hear
that a five year old's prayer to God
was to die.

“ I have never died so many ways as I have with love. “

Battling with the convictions twirling in my mind,
The deserted ambiance seemed to hear the echo of my thoughts,
Amidst the confrontations of endless conversations between us I sensed an unfamiliar touch,
I turned around while gathering my burden,
A small little kid standing  behind me approached my mind with his gazing eyes,
"Is love painful?", he asked,
My instinct told me to say yes,
But my mind swirled around at our delightful meetings,
Paused on our laughs and all the other memorable happenings,
Meeting his eyes with a warm look I knew my answer,
"No, it's a heaven to live in", I said.