I feel invisible
I am on mute
Nothing I say seems to register
I am not interesting
I am nothing
I am just a filler
Filling out some leftover space
I am the introns in your mRNA
I just happen to be there
I just happen to exist
But I might as well could not
I'll be invisible 'til I rot

Words hurled with fury
Like burning embers
Too hot to keep inside
Paper catches fire
Billowing smoke of anger
Choking the heart

I don't judge people by their mistakes and imperfections. I've
got my own scars.
Everyone will face something at one point
that will change them for life.
Never judge people for being depressed. Never.
Everyone faces a battle that you may know nothing about.
Never judge people for what is only skin deep.
The most broken people tend to love the most.
Don't focus on their imperfections. Don't focus on trying
to fix their mistakes. Focus on loving them.
Focus on trying to help them love themselves.
Teach them.
Demons aren't always visible from the outside.
Their demons are burrowed in their soul.
They are hidden.
Very few will completely understand how it feels.
Don't judge people for the cracks in their personality.
Their cracks show how many times they were under pressure,
and didn't completely shatter.

She held the dark apple in her hand
He ate it but felt so sole
He offered her his heart
Instead she took his soul.

She dragged him to her dark land
but he couldn't call it a home
He felt so used, it was love he thought
instead in an endless sorrow he dove.

The time passed she consumed his spirit
the evil in her has no limit.

Once he became useless..

she caged him with the rest of the boys in the basement
so she could start searching for a replacement

A new man with pure essence
A man with a spiritual possesion

a man ready for the next apple
a man who will lose the battle...


Words Of Harfouchism

Dear Saturday, I write to you from foreign lands
I'm in a Monday I'm not sue I understand
The day is shining, yet I am in misery
All these strange people seem to be yelling at me

Oh, dearest Saturday, your ways are now my own
You hold me close in bed and say I can stay home
The other the days just seem to get in the way
The only mutual friend I seem to have's Friday

Dear Friday, you introduced me to my love
Out and about we where, trying to rise above
Monday through Thursday called me friend, bit caused me strife
But you showed me the day that would improve my life

Dear Saturday, the way you treat me oh, so well
Has shown me heaven in a week filled with hell
I will hang onto Monday only for so long
But I'll miss you more than ever simply when you're gone

I feel sorry.
Sorry for sinners,
without any hope.
I feel sorry,
Sorry for the flowers,
Stuck sitting in the ground,
through the pouring wind and rain..
I feel love,
the ability to love.
I feel war,
and I hate it.
Abhor it in fact.
I feel truth and I trust it.
Where I felt the cloak of darkness,
The Velcro's pulled apart,
It's slipping from my shoulders,
The lady has a filling heart,
Since she met you.
(c). Livvi