I have taken the path to isolation,
with a fearful heart and a jaded soul
Definitely, it is not a vacation,
but to find out, what was stole


It is a fight-
towards self destruction,
towards self-inflicted pain,
feeding myself a dose of depression
mind you, it's a pleasing mental game


But my fragments are made of frailty
and my mind always betrays me
there is always a lingering shadow
and I am fearing the unknown


They say it's just all in the mind
What can I do, my mind is a disaster
So I decided to go away and find
what my mind can't master


So yeah, I have taken the path to isolation
No need to say good bye,
I'll come back when it's over
I'll come back when I'm whole

She has been in the shallows for so long because she is afraid to go to the deep end. But she casts that fear aside and takes her heart with her. For being in the shallowness limits oneself in what they can do.

24 | 31 Poems for August

I need a sky to read from and a star to write on.
Traded in graffiti spray cans for poetry and a microphone.
People are often left in awe when they see me in my zone.
Ever since high school, I’ve been lost in the world and I often wonder if I’ll ever make it on my own.
I want to write my poems on the sun so that you can feel the magnitude of my love when it shines.
I’m from the city where jacaranda trees light up the streets with their purple blooms.
I want my words to heal the wounds that never heal but always bleed.
My kind of love is kinetic, never stationary.
I’ve been blinded by love but still I remain visionary.
I want a sky to read from and a star to write on.
I want the splendour of God’s grandeur embedded into every one of my lines.
I could write poetry forever with the inspiration that life provides.
Maybe I could write you a haiku or two.
My mind has been thinking about you.
My heart has been asking about the pulchritude that is you.
You are the unforgettable muse.
I still marvel at how God’s love consists entirely of summer, autumn, winter and spring.
It can never escape me even when the seasons change.
Maybe I should write you a love poem or two.
My heart beats only for you.
I wrote my poems on the sun, you’ll eventually feel my love every time it rises.
I’m from the city where jacaranda trees light up the streets with their purple blooms.
I need a sky to read from and a star to write on.
Traded in graffiti spray cans for poetry and a microphone.
People are often left in awe when they see me in my zone.

You want and you need and you got to have it NOW,
You hurt and you bleed and you need it NOW....
You cuss and you scream because you want it NOW,
They run and they leave because they can't right NOW...
You sleep and you dream about it NOW,
           Then you wake and say please why not NOW...
    Suddenly you fill with ease because finally its NOW.

Silent screams from self indulged diluted paradoxes casts a spell on the unforgivable lips kissed by the devilish characters dancing upon a grave settled by many.
Transparent silhouettes race to embrace their simple structures some unattended by close perceptions of love.
Drained from pupils an acidic remedy consumes the purity of the children laughing a bout.
Fists crossed in anguish pollute with devastation causing a fury manifestation corrupting innocence not so sweet.
Society speaks in vocal peaks damaging the mentality of not 1 2 but 3 million in one millisecond.
Yet no one believes how well proverty speaks.
Uneducated, unemployed disappointments most see yet the struggle at face is way more than ***** sheets but ****** hands covered in fibers of cotton that stained green.
Pity pity pity me no us no we.

I thought love is just for stupid people who are weak and can get easily attached to someone.
I never really believed in it.
It was just a four-letter word that exist in our dictionaries.
I never really thought that one day, the meaning of love for me will change.
Now I believe that love can either be a blessing or a curse.
In mylife, it's more of a curse.