En una isla,
Un hombre dio a luz tres hermosas aves de su cabeza.
Triste y muriendo él les dijo esto:

Eres hijos de una madre inmigrante, hijas de agonía.
Deja que las montañas y los árboles escuchan su canción.

¡Vete!
¡Deja que los ríos te lavan y las arenas te enmascaran!
Colorea tus plumas vibrantes con el sufrimiento y la guerra de su gente
Y dejar que los mares se refunfuñan con sus canciones.

Usted está sin pies y orientación—¡Utilice sus plumas ahora!
¡Vete—
Deje que la luna baile por su cuenta!

¡Cantar la canción! ¡Cantar canciones y cantar una canción!
Despertar a los muertos de sus tumbas
Y obligar los vivos bailar de bajo la corona de las estrellas y sol.

¡Canta pájaros ya que ustedes están sin pies!

Sometimes I cannot quiet my mind,
Depreciating thoughts and moments of self loathing compress my skull,
A sustained attack that builds and builds,
Shockwaves of anxiety course through me,
I am lost in my attempts to return to normality despite my best efforts to piece together the fractured existence,
The barrage continues as my single track mind allows my but one confused perception,
Who am I? What have I become? What does my future hold?
These questions are unanswerable yet I proceed to waste my time over what in the end of the day is meaningless,
I am not stupid and I am aware I can only decide my outcome by making positive change,
Yet despite this I seemingly cannot refuse the chance to torture myself.
This existence is cruel at the best of times,
Even in the best moments,
Doubt, agony, fear sustain themselves with their own intellect,
The all knowing insight that things will never be good forever, if you're mind will not allow it.

Looks are special.
Words are special.
But can words be twisted to feel like a devil?
Are looks and words even on the same level?
Avoiding tears that flow like a river
The truth is that love, could make a man shiver
A kiss, a lie, making the lips quiver
He was never a taker, only a giver.
Why does the body crave attention?
But shuts down and empties when your name is never mentioned.
I too have been there, I too have cried
I too have felt like my soul just...Died.
Gave up on him.
Gave up on her.
Just pick your poison which wine do you prefer?
After your drink it your vision starts to blurr, you start hearing voices and your words start to slurr.
The looks .
The words.
Your mind it stirs.
Hatred and love, opposites occur.
Ahh...