It hurts.. to watch you slowly fade away
I used to smile when skies were gray.
It seems so long ago.

It hurts.. that I'm not your first thought.
That you're used to what you've got.
It's all become a show.

It hurts.. every time you promise me
Things will change and I will see.
But it all stays vaguely numb.

It hurts.. to be sitting here in pain.
Not wanting to be blamed.
My feelings have succumbed.

It hurts.. that you can fall asleep so fast.
With your head held in your grasp.
I'm awake and you don't care.

It hurts.. to want it all to go away.
But my heart wants me to stay.
As my tears fall in my hair.

It hurts.. as I'm dying in my mind.
All I wanted was your time.
But that's too much a price.

It hurts.. that tomorrow I'll be strong.
And you'll still ask me what's wrong.
But my words will not suffice.

You can people please
All you want but
Dont forget to be a little selfish

Nobody needs you like
You need you

My dear Conifer,
how long have you stood in this place?
How long have you laboured to become so mighty and sturdy?
Have you worked hard to achieve this strong foundation?

  My dear Conifer,
can I attach myself to your system and enjoy the fruits of your labour?
May I reside on your strong trunk and grow my berries from your sap?
My needs are small and you're so abundant
You won't even notice my presence on your towering body.
Can you afford me the advantages you have toiled for?

  My dear Conifer,
can I bore into your core and grow heavy in your honour.
I'll enjoy your kindness and establish my position from your greatness.
Don't be afraid,
I bear you no ill will,
I only want to become a part of your brilliance and reach the heights which you've suffered to attain.

  Conifer,
Have your roots become weak in the ground?
You sway back and forth from the most gentle winds.
Your foliage looks dry, withered.
Branches no longer reaching for the sky.
I've grown strong on your trunk,
I'm beautiful and ripe, my berries,
the most succulent of all mistletoe.
You're a frail shadow of your former self,
no longer worthy of sustaining me.

You were born with a ticket
For an ego-trip;
Languished on the axis
Of the Id Grid;
Dryed your hair with a comb
Before the vanity mirror.
That's how it was
When we were at home.
You fit many uniforms.
You never learned;
Never broke stride,
Now
You say good-bye.
Re-wind,
On slow-mo,
Review the moves
Then go.
Flip the rear view mirror;
It's bigger than you.

Oh the woes of a lost child
In the church of misfits
Where despair is the religion
And sin is the prayer
Where temples are burned down
Because the body is scattered
And not a soul dare speaks
Because angels and demons dance together in the darkness
Where lust is synonymous to love,
And alcohol taints the once sacred halls
Because this is misery’s cathedral
And the bells always toll
Oh the woes of a lost child
In the school of hard knocks
Where hedonism is the lesson
And greed is the teacher
Where the halls are filled with self-gain
Because there is no trust
And everyone turns a blind eye
Because they’ve used their neighbor as a stepping stone
Where the law does not exist
And betrayal paints the narrow road to success
Because this is gluttony’s classroom
And class is always in session

funny
        we lessen our sharing of other's work

in an attempt to brighten up our own.