How can i put an ocean in jar
If its meant to be deep and stretched as the sky!

How can i stop her from doing anything
Coz she is the ocean more blue than real one
And can be stormy too.

Drown me into your memories
Like oceans depths
Drown me untill
All the voices in my head go silent
All the anxitey pools get out and float up like a bubble into the salty waters.

I m dark moon
From far aaway i m pulling you up
Trying to lift you up and pull close to me
I want you to spread on my whole body to my whole depths
Leave these earth
Empty every drop
Turn into a tornado
Tearing sky layers
Come to me

Leave all that land
Dry out and just leave
Why you sell yourself to cloud ?
Why burn yourself over there !!!?
Why ? For whom ? You should bare all the doomed pain!!
Just come to me
And we will live happily
You wont have to cut yourself to pieces ,
Why should earth let you caged in gravity chains !!!
Just fly to me.

I'm sick of being the good guy,
With intentions that you may like.
I'm tired of being supportive,
Because sometimes you really aren't right.
I'm afraid if I open the cage,
The lid won't close quite as tight.
If I let this world see my rage,
They will see me in a different light.

I've wrote about my father before,
It's been a war that I've fought since ten
But I was sick of seeing a devil play victim,
So I wrote him one last letter
And deleted him out of my life again.
I can curse in times when I'm ******,
It's real ******* nice to be free. I promise,
the next person who thinks I'm looking for privilege,
When I talk of my allergies.
Will get uppercut so many times they will only look up to see,
I'm a survivor, not a victim
So kindly shove off if you'd please.

People love to be supportive,
They read one thing I wrote,
You should get published,
All these people would love it,
Would you buy a copy? Well, no.
But imagine who would!
You might make fortune and fame.
That's funny, I will save my money,
But I love the dreamy game
I should tell, I know who would buy it,
Even if I don't publish, my mother still loves me the same.

I don’t know if it’s just the bitter cold
or the failure of the liquor to warm my soul,
but there’s frostbite on my lungs and an emptiness deep inside me.
“The future is bright” oh what a lie,
spending every night with my only company; the sky,
the stars lose the fight and even fade when the sun rises high,
and it does so spitefully.

I’ve got unlimited time,
claiming invincibility as a crime.
I’ve got an endless list in rhyme,
but I have no conclusion.

Tell me Scout, is this a joke you were planning?
Boo Radley’s tree is not for hanging.
Gritted teeth and fists are banging.

I’ve got unlimited time,
but no energy left for the climb.
I’ve got never ending points to chime,
but it’s all an illusion.

Tell me Scout, is this a joke I’m not understanding?
Boo Radley’s tree is not for hanging.
Dodging punches and slurs they’ve all been slanging.

I evaluated the situation up and down, left and right,
and I still don’t think it’s accurate of that night,
‘cause the level was too hard when I meant to choose beginner.
I tried to hold your interest with all my might,
but I noticed your eyes drastically dim in light,
the screen flashed “game over” before we were even done dinner.

i follow where my heart goes
dont bring me much farther tho
so i got this heart tatted on my sleeve
to remind me life aint no breeze
i just keep runnin with the flow
but at nights i still feel pretty low
when i sleep ill just forget
and tell lady karma ill take another bet