Raindrops keep falling, falling, falling—
like fists on the skin, like words that sting,
like echoes of war we never meant to sing.
But we do. Again and again.

Like it's all we know.
We are born with fire, right?
Hearts pounding, souls burning,
raw, real, reaching for something—
but somehow, we forget.

We learn to wound before we learn to heal.
We learn to take before we learn to give.
We learn that power means stepping on necks,
not lifting up hands.

And it cycles, cycles, cycles.
One person bleeds, another turns cold.
One get's broken, another breaks more.
We think we've built a world,
but really, we've built a cage.

More, we chant. More, more, more.
More money. More fame. More things.
But does more ever mean enough?
Or does it just mean less of us?

Less love. Less truth. Less seeing—
because we are to busy chasing illusions, to look in each other's eyes.
And maybe, just maybe.
The answer isn't bigger, or louder, or richer.

Maybe the answer is softer.
Maybe it's choosing to hold instead of hit.
Maybe it's breaking the cycle—
before it breaks us all.

Raindrops keep falling, falling, falling.
But we don't have to drown.

these days I analyze and modify my routine
each second I spend of the 24 hours,
with hope I can control the fluctuations of how I feel
in a day.
I brush my teeth, I critically think of everything,
I'm going insane.
I'm normal just like you.
I Feed myself scenarios and "what ifs" for breakfast
(I'm feeling all of it for a reason, it'll come back soon.)
Ponder much more, move much less.
I'm normal just like you.
I'm scanning over old art to feel the emotions I once felt,
(is it possible to feel comfortable within anger?
Shall I not propose a better path for myself?)
Then again, pondering more, moving very less.
I'm normal just like you
By the afternoon my conscious mind has ran it's way
through my past experiences
always giving me the urge to ask questions
I wish I didn't know the answer too.
I'm normal just like you
Now the world has shut down
and I sit in my room, empty mind
mouthful of smoke.
I'm able to see it all clearly,
I'm normal, the things I indulge in? Maybe not.
Do you remember who you were before the world
told you who you should be?

World is full of effects,
Effects are not puppets,
It causes impacts,
Which may detach.
Saying something is easy,
But for some it is fishy.
Trust is best,
But not as test.
Some words are essential,
But don't make as torrential!!

Cracked SOLES extorted
because third worlds must cry
YOURS are rubberized

My father curses at the men in charge,
He tells me they're driving the world into dust,
But doesn't he know,
That we're just not done for yet?

And whether or not they put Coke ads in the sky,
There will never come a day,
When we are too tired to fight for liberty.

Why'd you go and do that?
I miss you from two years ago,
Before he had his way,
And it scarred you for life.

I know you're scared,
But he won't protect you,
I'm afraid he just can't.

So come back around,
We need both hands to do the bird,
In our secret handshake.

The wind dances through your hair,
your steps—light, effortless air.
Have you ever seen it?
The way eyes turn—
watching you move,
watching you twirl.

You sway like a butterfly,
spreading joy as you pass by.
A vision of beauty, soft yet bright,
your presence lingers in my mind.

But did you ever realize?
Beyond the glow of worldly grace,
it’s your optimism—radiant, rare—
that makes you truly beautiful.