All that lead in their bones
Smoke lingering blood

They placed masks on their graves
Unmarked in kitchens
And fields of grain
Washed out and bitterly red
Against a blue white skin

Liberty fell with her rifle
Pointed at her own knees
Crown set a gutter for soldiers to cower and puke in their false beliefs

The only absolute in this ******* war is death
You freedom ******* hypocrites

my life
is at
a stand still
everything is
broken
into these tiny *******
little
pieces
that i cant put
back
to
gether
and i dont understand any of it
and i cant move to change it
its like a nightmare
its like quick sand
its like nothing
but all at once
and
i
feel
so
alone

I see him there
But he doesn’t talk
He finds me staring
And turns around to walk

Is this what we’ve been reduced to?
Ignorant bliss - solely for you

Shackled to our bonds
And surrounded by brambles
Like sand castles by the sea
Strong foundations crumble

My hand shakes, my pen breaks
But I am not suppressed
Tearing grass and filling pages
With a force I never knew I possessed

Feeling unwanted, ignored and lost
I sink down with the approaching dusk
Losing myself in the thick mist
My identity becomes a mask

My lips start to quiver
Because you’re right there
But you’re looking right through me
I realize, with a shiver

Nothing remains, all is lost
My efforts are in vain
Pain and twangs of sadness are all I have
When you are washed away in the rain

Is it vain
To strive for beauty?
Is it wrong to long for perfection?
Like it or not it's something we all do
Rather by your own standards or societies
We all in some form or another
Strive for perfection
Long for beauty
A curse to all people
For what is beauty?
What is perfection?
Long blonde hair, skinny waist
Good manners, emotionally happy
Brains, *****, ****
Skin, soft, kind
Everybody strives
Everybody kings
We must for the impossible to achieve
Pointless even
Cause once we succeed
Then who is good enough for you?
Is it vain
To strive for beauty?
Is it wrong
To long for perfection?
No
There is nothing wrong in trying just don't expect I succeed

All that matters is that im trying?
As long as im giving effort?
As long as it's on my mind?!
Trying is pointless!
If you never achieve anything
You will allways be stuck trying.

I tried to speak up
I tried to tell you
I tried to hold your hand
I tried to hug you
I tried to make you happy
I tried to say i love you
I tried to write a poem
I tried to kiss you
I tried to try harder.....
I tried....
And the worst is that you will never know how much iv tried
Because trying is all iv ever done.

I remember you. I can't forget.
You clean sailboats for a living,
and you love it.
You're already who you're meant to be.
And I'm just wandering from
state of being
to state of being
trying to figure out
how to be the one for you.
Your favorite color is blue.
You told me to remember that, I do.
You were born in June,
the 13th.
We didn't know each other yet when you turned
17.
I know you probably look at me as being
so reckless,
for a 15 year old it's probably
not okay.
We knew each other by my birthday,
late September.
I guess we weren't on good terms then,
and I wished to see you when I blew out the candles.
It was kind of dumb, my wish didn't come true
anyway.
Now what are we?
We're hundreds of different types
of oppressed emotions,
battling each other all at once.
And to put it quite simply,
I love you
wholeheartedly.
Until there's nothing left,
I will love you.
Regardless of whether you love me back,
even if you push me away,
even if you love somebody else,
I know that I won't be able to stop.
I'm sorry for not being able to
give up on you.

There was once upon a bright clear morn,
A piece to state that you were born.
Embroiled within life’s tapestry
And safe inside a registry,

Some years in school and well I never!
Other pieces say ‘you’re clever’.
Thus qualified in math and lit’
You see what you can make of it.

Snuggled up beside, or not too far,
A piece that lets you drive a car.
To grasp the wheel and thus to steer,
From here to there, and there to here.

When cupid chances upon your head,
A piece to certify you’re wed’.
The threshold crossed, confetti flung,
A foot placed firmly on the rung.

With currency saved you joined the race,
A piece says you now own the place.
So mow the lawn and paint the wall,
And cook when friends and neighbours call.

And of course in time they’ll hang their heads,
Another piece declares you’re dead.
A choice is made you can’t revoke,
It’s down a hole or up in smoke.

Loving you
is like walking
through the rain
with an umbrella
made of sugar