We delve down deep within
To decipher dreams and demons;
To deduce the true denotation of our decisions.
Diminishing greatness
Derived from the dead and done.
What we must discover is that we are
Dimensionless; dissolved.
We are individuals as a device.
Devised and intertwined.

Can I tell you a secret?
I'm a liar.
Why am I telling you this?

It's just easier to tell strangers the truth,
Than people close to you because,
They don't ask questions,
They just nod their head and keep to themselves their suggestions.

Why am I telling you this?
I just openly admitted to all of you that I'm a liar,
So it's hard for you to think about these things if I'm telling the truth or not,
So what's the point of all this if I'm just lying to your faces.

Well ladies and gentlemen I'm just pouring the brandy to your glasses,
As I intoxicate you more with the lies that my sugarcoated lips can say,

An average person is lied to 200 times a day,
The most oftenly used lie are the words, "I'm okay."
Like when my mom asked me when my eyes all rubbed out from crying too much,
Or that time when I looked myself in the mirror and had to tell myself that lie over and over again just to get myself through the day.

With that being said I need to tell you one more thing,
My backyard is filled with skeletons of people that I have buried and skinned,
I keep their skins in my closet so I have one for every occassion.
I keep so many of them that who I really am just got lost within the confines of my closet.

I have worn so many that I have already been so comfortable in each and everyone of them,
I wear them so often that I have gotten so good at pretending to be someone else,
I have gotten so atuned to it that no one can tell that I'm lying,
That's why no one's chasing me around with matches threatening to set my pants on fire.

If I gave you a tour of my closet you'd see all the skins I wear as suits and it wouldn't surprise you,
That who's infront of you right now is just another one I wore for this occassion to fool you,
Then you'd see all the things I've been trying to hide,
I have gotten so good at it that I'm starting to believe in it myself,

I am starting to believe that I am those people,
That I am okay, that I am fine, that I didn't mean to lie but,
I just had to for the greater good,
I convince myself that I'm doing what's right when the truth is I don't know what it is I'm doing,

So yes, I am a liar, I admit to it.
But what I'm asking you is please,
Help me. Help me find out the truth,
Because I have gotten so good at lying that, I ask myself "who am I?"

physically beautiful with scars or not
mentally awake, **** or hot
aesthetically pleasing to the eyes
humanly generous than others by miles

she is woman like we all know
when she wants her love could be pure as snow
when she likes she can be as plain as paper
at the same time as sweet as wafer

she is a mother first of all
she gives her all till her strength falls
she goes hungry till they are satisfied
making parental love magnified

across the years she has been fettered
loved, appreciated and likewise battered
she has been used to the point of depression
till today she still lives in oppression

let us rise up in defense of our women
their love and affection is mightier than the pen
the foundation of the world is built on them
thats why i wrote this poem for them

let us raise our glasses to all the women of the world
lets love them and spare them the rod
they are made from our manly ribs
they deserve our praise from every manly lips

My fingers were trying to text you
Trying to get ahold of your voice again
Gripping, with the comfort of holding something familiar in my hands
Something my ears could float in
Cause your voice always made me feel like I was under water
But I knew if I slept there too long I would drown
My fingers were gripping the keys
Your name, a recipient
of something I knew I'd regret
But I was sure you'd be disappointed
So
I wrote a poem instead

I have troubles in telling you no,
Because no matter how hard I try,
My care still flickers in my eyes,
My consciousness captive by the hands of time,

If it were to be,
A ****** spring,
Spare me please but one thing,
My sanity, at least keep it intact,
In return,
Your soul I'll give back,

For no matter how I miss the scratches on my back,
I can no longer let you use me,
Tease me,
Toy with me,
Make me shiver,
For you are never again to be called mine,
I have to forget the taste of Eden's wine.

I am the moth ~
that met the flame ~

I knew the light ~
I know the pain

I cut myself on the edge of my broken dreams,
Those sharp shards of shattered hopes cutting me to the bone,
Dribbling drops of ruby red blood into the cracks and seams,
While I lay upon the cold ground of the past and moan.