A skid, a screech
A moment veering
Bang
More skidding
More screeching
A loud **** to the left
a desperate plea for right
I am ******
Why am I ******?
My mind
Where is my mind?

Wickedness in our bones.
It is to what humans are prone.
Sin in our demeanor
Is a much over looked horror.
Children riding bikes with no handle bars,
To show off to the the world that they are on par.
People eating food for sport,
While people starve, just to throw it up afterwards for fan support.
This is my last resort for salvation,
Solitude and sanitation.
I wish that someone would tell me I'm fine,
But nothing is left that can truly shine.
This is the madness,
The anger and sadness.
That has made blackness in our spoiled hearts.
The words "Till death do us part."
Do not even mean anything anymore.
This world is so sore..

the tips of my fingers bleed
sore feet crack beneath me
there is no one holding on

iron trees
everything you love so dearly
the tips of my fingers bleed out

i am hurting
and there is no one holding on

I am learning to walk, just like you.

The bruises on my hands and feet are only there because of trips and falls;

where as one might stay down, I choose to try again.

Feeling guilty and worthless, it's hard to keep going the more I fall.

For it feels as if I'm opening up a closed wound, allowing it to fester and ache again in the dry air of the world.

I need to regain my balance once more.

Oh Lord please help me.

My body aches
Each pain reminds me of you.
Of our encounter.
Of your bright and friendly smile.
I can not help but remember your eyes.
The way they transform from loving to something so different.
Your eyes become something primal,
like a lion stalking your next prey.
Me.
The way your heartbeat speeds up as my moans grow louder.
You are anything but gentle,
As I grow louder, and my breath becomes frantic
Moans turn into screams
Until I break beneath you.
Grabbing onto you,
My hands like claws in your back.
Clawing onto reality as the rest of my body escapes.
When I awake in the morning,
My body is sore.
With marks across my skin,
Reminding me of an encounter that began simply with a smile.

he underestimated her in beauty. an attraction to fake for calling truthfully real. side comments for fun; some lies, others anonymously touched with fuzzy feelings. no good thoughts before actions came with him, and the effect was shocking on a content soul. who would've thought how strong a few words could last? who would've guessed that a trashed mind could be fulfilled with a small tug of the corners of a strangers mouth? while a being of such isn't rare, the souls true heart speaks for it's self. If something in her beauty meant anything to him, he would've spoken up before now, not lied again and again to the one honest answer that stands before him.

(j.a.r.)

Kilatan cahaya di pupilmu
Membiaskan triliun makna
Yang tertunda dalam klandestin malam
Namun kabut di antara asap metropoitan

Rangkaian mana yang harus kukonversi?
Di antara jutaan spektrum tentang harapan
Dan ribuan gelombang elektromagnetk yang fana
Akan segala mimpi yang menetes, menyublim hilang ditelan lara

Kau lihatkah kilatan cahaya di pupilmu
Di sela-sela kinerja korteks mengasosiasikan kisah kita?
Bangkitkan segala asa
Yang terkubur dalam dinginnya angin malam
Dan tenggelamdalam segelas kopi hitam
Terpendar dalam lampu jalanan, di antara asap metropolitan

With every step I take
My bones ache even more
Than the step before

The tearing of tendons
And the creaking of joints
Disturb every intention
of running too quickly
From the things that scare me most