Even though sad,
My pain channeled.
Became an irresistible muse.
I found myself with a rare elixir in my hand.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown,
A crown of blood, of love, of frown.
He fights the demons, in and out—
Such is the man who soars with doubt.

Provider, Protector, Pontiff, King—
Each role a weight, a stinging sting.
The price is steep, the path is grim,
It strips the soul and hardens him.

Parallel lives now blur the norm,
Behind calm eyes, a quiet storm.
Smiles conceal the tears they hide —
Each man must pay, with self and pride.

"Be bold," they say. "Be strong. Be brave."
Yet none can see the toll it gave.
The pain, the shame, the silent cries—
That is all that is left when honor lies.

In mirrors cracked by time and years
He sees a face he can not revere.
A man of strength, yet worn and torn,
By battles fought since he was born.

And still he walks, though limbs may shake,
For others’ peace, his own he will break.
A living myth, a silent vow —
But who will crown the weary now?
~Kngblaq

told as a boy if you cut a worm in half
half of it survives
but we’re not worms
boys just put down your knives

try writing about something
other than yourself
who actually cares?

coming after you...
there is nowhere to hide!

There's still a grown lie in the wake of an  
      absence
Still like the huntstress who waits for the ****
Many forsaken, I'm run out of patience
Promises die, makes our memory surreal
Sly hesitations and eyes darting aimless
Tells of the weaknesses praised in your mind
Comfort through treachery seldom sells painless
And my thoughts mingle murderously next to
       unkind
Go if it please you, abandon, remain
Thrill hungry snake born to venomous rain
Travel your life in and out of sound reason
I'll always have you as a novel ingrain