For what it worth.
Every inch of me.
Aches.
In pain.
And agony...
Yet.
Not in the way you.
Percieve.
I anger.
At all the moments that remain.
Tucked away.
Solemn.
The quiet.
Deafens me.
Torment in the likes of hidden emotions.
Behind pleasant smiles.
I come crawling.
Beaten.
Starving.
I hunt the ever elusive affection.
Most nights it remains just out of reach.
I cannot deny.
This desire.
Regardless of what i have sustained.
Each wound evaporates by morning.
And with each new moon.
Do i become.
A more perfect hunter.

It's not how many times I  retreat,
it's how many times I come back
that makes a man of a boy.

With the very last ounce of strength
its tiny, broken body brings,
it takes one final shot at life,
and slowly, once more, ***** its wings.

Get to touch the sky has never been soothing,
I'm still gonna try it hard and even harder....

Reaching the mountains has never been undemanding,
but I've to measure those steep inclinations,
sooner or later...

Whatever it takes to possess the multitude of wisdom,
I need to make it happen,
I'll do everything for it to garner...

It's not so usual to define a new destination
when you achieve one,
we have to keep setting newer ones,
so that our journey doesn't hamper...

People say you are lucky enough
when you find true love,
when you come to know it,
you become luckier and happier...

We need to provide it with the persistence,
once we feel like getting it,
of course,
we need to take it to the harbor...

Love will take it further to next level
and you will achieve everything
and not find your heart shatter...

At times, our goals has to be accompanied
by the loved ones,
in the pursuit to take it farther...

Sometimes we have to parallel our heart and mind,
we may need to make
the dark matter much darker...

Death is an invitation;
it's a cycle that
makes a saint
from a snake,
though the venom still drips
from those pearly whites.

like the snow in a Michigan spring,
do we persist -
do we thaw,
or do we melt?

The apex of meaning
is found in the sweet of honey -
not the pursuit
of righteous gates;

like the green teasing from under the white,
there's always something more.

the rest of my short life will be spent
appreciating your picturesque glow
just like the moon has endured centuries
hailing the splendour of the sun

It's strange to ponder about just what brought this revelation about.
They key now swings silently around my neck.
Lulling the air about into a mirage of sorts.
Yet as I frantically rub my eyes for clarity.
The image stayed vibrant and resilent.
Although it seemed to have aged in the time since I first looked upon it.
Claw like marks gouged the frame.
It seems to have been reforged.
With blood and steel.
Giving it a cold and bitter demeanor.
Yet as I place my hand on the weathered scars.
Am I filled with a roaring zeal.
I bellow a battle cry that reverberates through time itself.
This typhoon of emotion surrounds my senses.
Dizzy from the constant swirling and repetitive motions.
I pray for a salvation that still seems so far off.
But giving up now would bare no fruit.
So I greet it with a smile and a reinvigorated rage.
And await the moment that the calm calls for such renown.

Do not give up,
You started for a reason,
Don't stop till you see that accomplished,
Shut your eyes from comparing your life to others,
Shut your ears from negativity,
Press on!
Press on!
Press on!
Even when they think you're mad and naïve press on
Great things don't come easy,
Give yourself some time,
You need to press on!
Press on and inspire someone someday.
Excellence comes with persistence.