I can only dream of the life I want to have with you, because I know in the awakening world it will never happen*

S.B

I'm trying to accept the harsh reality of what could of been...one of the most treasurable moment of my life, to give life

Maybe you weren't really there, but how so when I felt you before you disappeared

Sweet butterflies opened my eyes of soulful joy, It was something to look forward to...to hold, to take care, but you disappeared

...Left me broken and isolated, empty thoughts and painful feeling. My heart aches by the thought of what you'd be like, the change and the reason for me to stay alive.

I needed a reason so bad...and there you were. I was sparked with excitement, It lasted for precious moments. It is still so unclear, I yelled and scream behind close doors so no one will hear.

I exhausted all my strength as the pain was impossible to bear. I'm now just a remainder of nothing. You just slowly disappeared*

S.B

The place I once considered paradise is now infested with parasites.
To get drowned In sorrows is inevitable, because a land so beautiful is now running miserable.

I am crying out, this world cries out in need of a solution...a redemption.
Blood that is screaming from the earth, souls that are forced, a resolution we need.

It's nothing but master destruction, that's what it has been so far in year 2017. Jamaica we pray, we shall prevail. Blood thirst criminals who roam the streets snatching lives, women had become preys.
vanishing out of sight.
We can no longer stroll in the nights.

I fell to my knees in despair, with scornful memories of this year. My beautiful land is being destroyed. From where I stand, we are victims, captured in our own land.

This world is going mad, and no one truly understands.


S.B

take my heart in pieces
and wave them around
for the world to see
that i have a heart
completely stolen from me.

If you scream no one will hear you
If you scream I will **** you
Little  girl  of  seven
How ‘bout you bring me to heaven?

I’ll take you on a trip
You’ll feel your insides rip

It’s ten past noon
The beginning of June
She screamed anyway
In the middle of the day

Ten minutes before,
She knocked on her door
Nobody is home
She’s all alone

So she skipped to the park
Past trees of paper-white bark
To swing on the swings
Such a thoughtless innocent thing

He was looming there
She didn’t really care
Friendly he did seem
And tried to push her on the swing

Alarmed, she struggled to get down
He shoved her to the ground
The smell of cigarettes
The sound of deep heavy breaths

Deflowered was the maiden(head)
Defiled was the child
So loudly she had screamed
From the object he had reamed

Rough and rigid was the shaft
A sharp pain and the smell of blood
Briefly she blacked out from the traumatic flood

The monster bolted from the sound of her cries
What had he done? She understood.
Showed her womanhood

The smell of cigarettes
The beginning of regrets
The sting of his sixty second fling
Although he was gone
His stench lingered on

So once more, she ran to her apartment door
No  one was there to comfort her despair
On her porch she sat
Numb and waiting

Mom comes home and asks what’s wrong
Why did she take so long?
A police report was made
The girl’s memory begins to fade (shove it down, make it drown)

Ten past noon
That day in June
A sunny day in the park
Where her life went dark

and now I know it's over,
because seeing your name doesn't feel the same,
and seeing your face doesn't take me to that place

were there are no fluorescent lights
and where I'm not alone at night.
an allusion of reality where your fingertips are golden,
an allusion that was stolen.
a conscious mind
with the wrong perception of time,
and where cheek kisses taste like cherry-lime,
and where it's my ears that get to hear you snore,
your sleepy eyes were something I could never ignore.

another light lost in the void.
I wish it was your fault.
my hands are broken while you're still golden.
my days are bitter,
every night is winter.
I feel like just a skull with tired hair,
who forgot how to care.
The only thing I need,
is more skin on my knees.
the light is leaving, slowly,
because you were my something that was holy.

I lost my voice to hear the music
This is what they say, back to basic
Or am I just actually sick?
I lost my voice, now all that is left is the music.