your sky was a catastrophe.
not the inky black type and not the somber gray type either—no,
those were too cliché for you.
your sky was a shade between blue and gray,
the color of dejection, of loneliness
for it was only a shade in between.
never a whole
only half a mind,
and half a soul.

Since I see a lot of posts about us
I'm gonna spell it out for those that doubt us
So a lot of people think that material things
Are equivalent to the joy that a person can bring

Oh so I'm supposed to have a car a house and two jobs,
But all you can offer me is nothing but a bad attitude and sporadically slobbing my
****.

So I'm supposed to have an entire kingdom at my disposal
But all you bring to the table is nothing but a wallet that's an empty oval

My point is people, is don't flatter yourself
If you can't meet your own standards, you better put finding love on the shelf

And I stand here waiting for all of your shadows..
Drunk on your sin and spite.
Powered by lightless souls..

I stand here and wait in your shade..
Sad shade darker than darkness..
Night bliss of the sunless day.

I can feel your thoughts and see your happiness..
It speaks of the darkest one never to be overthrown..
To cast a shadow over a star and become an expanse of endless void..

But its your presence alone..
Your presence lights the lantern in this endless night..
Your presence forces a light to be born in your endless weigh of darkness..

And so forth you come to me..
But are unable to push me away..
As I shine forth like a candle in a dark room..

I will be so bright in someone else's sky..
So bright so far away..
That when I do finally die I will still shine a million light years away..

A light that will shine even when it has flickered out..
To believe in something that is not there..
Will be all the light we will ever need.

I paint a single wing on your back.
You are my broken angel .
My sad light from above.
I am sorry for letting you fall.

Another guardian fades.
Another prayer left unsaid.
I'm made of shadow and shine.
A warrior of both dusk and dawn.

I paint a single sword on your back.
Fallen demon knight from below the abyss.
Lonely shadow tears turn to pale light.
I am sorry for letting you fall.

Another guardian fades.
An empty worship of lies.
I'm made of shade and glow.
A warrior of both sun and moon.

Allow me to return to the written page
A very close friend, Bluestar is her name,
Today we aim to address a simple question,
Why am I single? And always stressin?

Allow me please to sip on this hot tea
As we shed some light as to why you're alone in your bed tonight
So if it doesn't apply then go ahead and let it fly

First off do you think it's cute bragging about being crazy
I'll cut your meat of if you cheat and we're supposed to look at you with eyes that are glazing?

Do you really think men like it when you threaten to end their manhood?
You don't see us going around, saying we'll ruin your life
And why do you always gotta ask me who I'm texting?
I mean usually its my mom, not a crazy ex you think I sext with

Seriously jealousy and insecurity are what messes you up
And can you please stop fishing for compliments when you aren't feeling to *****
I get it, we all need a good boost now and then
But asking me a question you don't want the real answer to isn't going to help girlfriend
Oh and before I forget communication is key
If I ask you what's wrong and you say nothing, and I move on from the issue don't blame me
I'm not professor Xavier, I cannot read minds

I cannot deal with this b.s for much longer
I need you to realize your insecurities aren't real,
Your **** looks fine in those jeans, and your hair isn't messed up,
But the more and more you ask me that the more and more I doubt that fact

You really ought to listen to me now,
Guys like me don't like to see you angry,
And the more you question me the angrier you'll get
And that's entirely your fault

There are so many ways to tell you I love you
but they have all been said before and the words less true.
Instead I'll tell you a story, an anecdote, if you will.
One in which I hope you will  find meaning.
Although the sentiment bears no embarrassment,
it may be a little revealing.
I've recently become obsessed with light.
I fantasise composition of sketches, I photograph flames contrasting their sinister shadows.
Oh, how light intrigues me!
A broad topic of fascination and awe, my thoughts scatter with wonder.
Yet, amidst this fantasy, I see you in every shade.
It's not that you are "the light of my life" or even "the light in the dark"; although I do see you in twinkles of a spark.
My love of light comes from a deep-rooted passion;
for finding combinations with enthusiasm.
How is it possible that light could affect mood?
Look at Rembrandt's etchings and you'll understand my point of view.
Light doesn't just enrich dark and vice versa.
Each subtle tone and shade compliment each other and reveal what another cannot.  
That is what you are,
you reveal the best light in me,
you are my favourite shade.

The shade hides your eyes.
I really can't see the full extent of your bewitching gaze.
But you wait there.
Out of the sun.
In the shade cast by a lonesome tree in this vast city.
I suppose that would be the easiest landmark to find among this forest of concrete and steel.
I wait and observe your patience for such an awaited appointment.
All day you wait.  
Never looking left or right.
Never looking behind you or above.  
As the sun sets and the night takes its first breath,  you decide to take your first step out of the shade and into the night.
So I follow you.

182 days ago,
A hug,
Her lipstick got smudged,
Leaving a lovely shade on my shirt,
We were standing apart,
It seemed that her eyes searched for me,
we made an eye contact and she smiled.
I was elated.
Her smile was contagious,
Her eyes and smile together said  "I Love You",
I replied "I Love You Too".
She was the *Girl In A Blue Jumpsuit

since forever, wind I break.
waves I take, sun I shade.

standing alone, on the edge of the world.

I am the mountain.

since forever, wide I see.
trees I heal, fields I shield.

standing alone, on the edge of the world.

I am the mountain.

who will see my stones?
who will scape my forms?

since so long
so long
alone

when bad weather comes,
exposed to heavy storms,
i am concrete my dear,
heart of stone i swear!
heart of stone!

I am the mountain.

I never sleep upon the night I hunt upon
The solitude of this time where the darkness
Sulks upon shadows and I am an obstruction
Of all that wishes to bleed upon nights tide.

Ever keeping those that bled innocence on
The earth, always do they fear the presence
Never sensing the reverend of death. I am
There sentence to that eternal damnation.

The Cimmerian shade where all that is ceaseless
Creeps upon clinging earths grave, whispered
Death emanates but is buried upon earths breath
A final moment the oblivions eternal gaze.

I am the imperishable true that haunts those
Who penetrate the innocence that seeks solitude
In the places that never wish to see there truth.
We all hide something in the shadows grave.

All that thrives in the twilight of mans insecurities,
Where hidden things hide, know that their are things
That even the onyx fears for all that is blinded from
Lights gaze fears our continued eternal gaze.