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Displeased with exhausted mind
Though ugliness embodies perfection
Of the creation majesty empower
The whites aren't right
And black ain't beautiful
Questioning the creativity
And erroneous concept of beauty
We somewhere fades our own reality
Indulge with your voice inside
Whose raising the vocals of equality
Whose antonishing signs
Are reflection of humanity
Now the quest of questions
Is out of answers inherently
Yet hopes are serene enough
To resist a human world
And here the wrong things
Are done with good intentions.
she utters her existence with a cry for help
muffling her sorrow as she ages
fine wine overheating in the garden of evil
hourglass woman pouring herself out
white eyes most vulnerable to camera light
flashes of happiness escape outside sobriety
inside the territory of the boundaries set for her
she exists when we speak her name
water mixes with her blood
deluding illusions made by us
merlot no longer holds pigment
without her eyes to cry cups half empty
she lives when her name is written
meaning she will live forever
her pen a megaphone between fingers
screaming back to her roots
silent when she drinks midday
closing her door to trap her thoughts
paper being her platform
she is home when she can be loud again
inherently i understand that i am enough
but i wish i wasn't as easily disposable
as most people make me out to be
my time equating to nothing more than a block
hiding in corners to protect my back
fearful of concealed knives and sweet smiles
i wish for nothing more than visible venom
please conceal yourself clearly in a syringe
fill my veins with nothing more than permanence
a certain vacancy awaits your half-hearted arrival
during my downfalls into despair
crying alone under the eye of the moon
poison of my own choosing infiltrates my lungs
some nights my liver as well
weighing down what you toss in the air so freely
hoping for something concrete to return to your hands
but forgetting that gravity has its' own laws
no matter how much alteration we convince ourselves
we are capable of
prayer does not tie together loose ends
hope does not resolve hostility
i cannot mold myself to easily accept authentic feelings
anymore than you can do to reject that
of your own
We're not in love
Just talking and earning brownie points
So far in these waters my head's above
I'm confident even when I'm alone
You make me wonder why I am feeling this way
Your butterflies flock to me when you pull up
The reaction goes both ways?
We walk up, smile, and kiss new life into the day
Za Warudo; Jikan ga tomaru
I wish I could replay every moment with you
It aches me
This romantic metamorphosis calms me
I wonder how it must have been to feel it
I wonder how it must have been to feel it
You ever just wish time stopped for you whenever a good moment happens? I wish Jojo Bizarre Aventure was real.
My deepest fear is
Seemingly petty, but
The memories you’d
Leave me would be
A phantom limb,
Forever haunting me.
They see the world in
Color, but they
Don’t see me.
Grey backsplash in
A city of rainbow;
A white witch
Stares at me in
The mirror, vile
And feeling loveless.
These lying eyes
Find bad intention
This tricky brain
Plants seeds of
Doubt and jealousy,
Oh how they grow.
Hazel eyes green
With envy make
For the record,
Playing victim got
Easier as my heart
Allowed itself to feel
All I’ve repressed.
It’s more convenient
To do the hurting
When I’m hurting, too.
Though I swear I
Never meant to enjoy
It so much,
Nor did I want to use it
On you. I
Am shameful of this
Power, and you are
Undeserving of the wrath.
I will mold myself
Into a new being;
Eyes green with nurture
And lacking envy.
Full disclosure, I
Have you to thank for this;
Your arms, the catharsis.
Mental illness is rising
psychologists's career are booming,
social media is redefining
making it a beautiful suffering.
Sadness has become boring,
misery has become enchanting.
Scars have become beauty,
grief has become engaging
and depression has become alluring.
Emotions have become art,
heartbreak has become a heart wrenching song.
pain has become poetry
and mental illness has become
When did they start to disguise agony
behind such beauty?
feelings are okay.
it is apart of being human.
we feel things.
and if no one told you,
your feelings are always valid
Cradled in the dream catcher,
I am in epiphany.
Tangled, but floating freely;
In a place no one can see me.
Convinced I’m the witch doctor,
Sent to Earth with two healing hands:
One to nurture fellow man,
The other to tend kindly to the land.
Two fish and the archer
Stand beside the sun and the moon,
And I am between the two
Dancing with memory and deja vu.
The yin yang fish swim infinity
Around me and whisper in my ear
Soul secrets to hold dear,
Prediction for every day of the year.
The yarn floor caves in, I
Free fall through the black hole,
Feeling exhausted but full,
With promise of being made whole.