Come, come closer, and enter in a world that is against each other. Don’t get me wrong you will have people the will love one another, but someday they will stab you in the back knowing you won’t be able to escape their traps. Feeling powerful but fooled, falling by the darkness night desperate to reach what you so call light. Hypnotize by the spark of fire one touch and you’ll burn to ashes and dust, probably do anything to survive when the world is about to end flashing right before your eyes. We as humans think were so big and on top of the world, but literally were small like tiny little ants. Not aware were the one causing this pain, a final day to have a blood of rains, planet earth doesn’t have a specific year for it end it’s the ants so call us making that happen. So wash from what is going around us not realizing where our sins are taken us in a world this is against each others.

**By Jacob Cuadro

Shout and scream will there is nothing left.
Put me in that grave like you are desperate too.
Make my life hell,
Spill all my secrets...
Continue your violent, death threats.
I will just pretend it means nothing to me
But truthfully I cant wait for the day
When I don't have to feel at all.

I stopped bragging about my vices when
you reminded me that I existed before my addictions.

I stopped blaming love for knowing me falsely when I realized that I had never really met it before.

I realized that my obsessions ran shallow because I thought that it would be hard to quit them,
but it was harder to hold back
eternity;
the infinite moments that I felt
had existed
before I did.

As though the love I have for you was
pre-
determined
pre-
ordained
pre-
ternaturally formed.

As if the way I had organized my messy human emotions into neat little
boxes
   &
lines
had all been an errand to occupy my mind.

Before I loved you-
I loved escaping.

Any window
or stairway
or back-alley-path

that I could shimmy-down sideways
and avoid
things like

small talk
or
free verse
or
early mornings,

were the lanes I would dwell in,
hide in,
reside in.

But when I'm with you-
and when I'm without you-
(because now you permeate everything I do)
everything that I do is tinged with you;
Your colour
Your contrast
Your pigment
Your hue.

As if you are a light ray that I can now see,
my spectrum has gained the most beautiful wave.

And in this ultraviolet light,
the

small talk
and
free verse
and
early mornings

are sort of
breathtaking.

I say sort of, because while I gasp, you give me air.

And how can I choke when my heart's already gone?

When my skin is electric and my soul is
on fire

like some sort of creature that's been born from the flames.

And everything I thought that I needed
has now been
erased
and
replaced
and
preceded

by this uncontrollable urge
to eat you
alive
to have you
inside
to *** when
you die.

And this monster that you've made of me is hungry
and *****
and cannot concentrate on anything but
you

And I swear to God
or the grave
(and really, they're the same)
that if I love you any more
I will be ruptured in two
which would leave me a quarter of a person
because I'm only whole when I'm with you.

Like the four-legged beings that Zeus ripped apart-

I've searched for you always
I've searched for your heart.

something wicked
something wicked
this way comes
this way comes

I feel it in my heart and bones
Something in this game of thrones
Some how we are not alone
something wicked this way comes

I can not tell from dark or light
I only know it's out tonight
I know I will keep from sight
Something wicked this way comes

Something wicked
Something wicked
This way comes
This way comes

Monster maybe, but not sure
I know I will lock my door
I won't add to the monster's score
Something wicked this way comes

Drinking from a witches brew
Ghosts, and witches, ghoulies too
I'm not going out...are you?
something wicked this way comes

something wicked
something wicked
this way comes
this way comes

I'll stay inside alone tonight
I'll not go out until daylight
Then everything will be alright
Something wicked this way comes

I don't know if it's fake or real
I only know just what I feel
I refuse to be a monster's meal
Something wicked this way comes

Don't care if I'm "Glass-half-full" and crap
There are a few people in the world I'd really like to slap
There, I said it. Judge me if you might
But not everyone is a saint, with a halo of light
It ***** though, I'm a Gandhi I'm not a fighter I'm aware
But karma's a ***** so "slapees" beware

The first time I met you, I tasted blood in my mouth. You reeked of ***** and misogyny and bad intentions. You reeked of my mother’s rotting happiness.

Every time I saw you my skin turned to Braille, but that never gave you the right to try and read it. See, the small of my back was not your pocket, my chin was not your coffee cup and my shoulder was not a place for your crocodile tears. You don’t have to touch a person to know them.

When you realized I wasn’t a tween romance novel, you started to read my mom like she was self-help book. But I knew you were illiterate the day my mother’s makeup foundation couldn’t find the exact shade that went with black eye. The cut on her lip was just a new shade of lipstick and the bruises encircling her neck and wrists began to look like jewelry. She told me they cost more than any pearls she’s ever owned. And like Samson, my mother’s hair was cut short. But it was by her doing. What good was strength when you were the one pulling her around by it?

But the moment we found out that she was carrying life inside of her your hands had to find a new hobby. I suggested training your fingers on how to pack a bag but instead you chose how to learn to pick up bigger bottles. It was a relief to see my mothers stomach swell rather than her face but 9 months is nothing compared to 18 years.

The only solace I find in you being in my brother’s life is that I won’t have to teach him how to hate you, he’ll already know. And I’m counting down the days until the ocean in his veins form a category 5 hurricane. I’m counting down the days until he destroys you.

In just moments*
All were blown away
By the exposure in red,
All I could think of
Was the pouring "blood,"
That my values were dead.
Focusing on my face,
The camera takes an image,
What I looked like seconds
Before my imagined carnage,
Unfolding right in front of the lens,
Spilling my feelings out for once.
Still I only dreamt of it every night,
I'd finally ended it now in hysteria,
Spraying  my worthless "blood" that
Spattered and ruined your camera.