Death was not unfamilar to me. I'd killed my share of things classified as monsters. I wasn't complaining really, my job kept the humans safe. I just felt guilty, I was practically a monster myself. They call us Warriors of the night, we're not Vampires, we are born with extra strenght and a long life span. I was born a long time ago, I was raised to **** monsters that terrorize the human race. Since I was six, I'd been trained to ****. I was a killing machine, best of my kind. Yet somehow, even though what I do is considered an honor, I don't feel proud. I've been doing my job much to long, and lately I'd began getting sloppy with my work. God knows Rowan would be one ****** of boss if he heard about me letting the group of baby Werewolves. I wasn't a complete heartless ******* to **** a bunch of babies.
    I might've been two years ago, before the whole incident happened. I layed my head in my hands, I couldn't go there, not now. I needed a clear head. My small apartment in Master Singu's house was getting messy. I hadn't had time to clean lately with all of the monster attacks that had been popping up lately. Ghouls, Goblins, Oni, Ogre, you name it and it's been attacking. Wasn't much we could do with the Banshee, they were more of a signifier then a monster. A signifier of death, and usually they gave me a heads up if the person who's house it's been surrounding, is gonna die. Banshee were cruel looking creatures, never gotten to close to one, they make **** sure of that. Not sure I ever want to. They were ruled by the one and only, Death. And i will gladly stay as far from death as possible. Haven't heard too many good things about him. Death is one of the Four horsemen. Scariest ******* in the underworld, and I would gladly never meet any of deaths brothers or sisters, what ever the gender their welcome to stay away. There was a soft knock on my door, io glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already three. Warriors worked night shift basically, since thats the time most monsters like to come out.
    The victorian styled door was a black cherry carved wood, with a ancient symbols carved in so no evil spirit couls cross into my apartment, so I wasnt worried any monster was at my door. But I was suprised to see Cameron when I opened the door. Cameron and I used to work the nights together until he'd gone off and gotten married to Sylvia, who was a vampire. Vampires were only considered monsters when they didnt follow the rules. No feeding off of unwilling people, only donors, and they couldnt go around killing people. Their biggest rule though was not to tell any human what they were, Warriors like me had a lot of people to execute.
   "Cameron, never thought I'd see you around here anymore," just as I was talking to him I realized, Cameron looked scared and desperate. Unlike someone who spent his life killing evil monsters that were twice the size of him. " What's wrong Cameron?" He shook his head and walked past me, through the door and into the living room. "It's Sylvia, Theon please help me," Camerons voice was going all thick and his eye's all watery. This was deffinetly something bad. " Tell me, what has happened with Sylvia?" I needed Cameron in his most focused form to help me out, but as I looked at the shaking man I knew he was beyond that. " You remember the king vampire we took down to save Sylvia?" Cameron said quitely, but I knew instantly what vampire he was talking about. That vampire had killed Abelia. I quickly swept that from my mind and focused back on Cameron. " Yes I remember, "  I had no idea where Cameron was going with this. " You remember his brother than, the one that got away, he said that we would both pay. He, ah, made you pay that day. I never thought that he would carry out with his threat. He kidnapped Sylvia, and Sylvia is pregnant, " Cameron almost lost it right there.
    I never thought that, pip squeak of a vampire had it in him, but he was smart and possesed powers we hadn't known about until we had come across them. Their king that we had slayed, had been capturing girls of all species and abusing them in such barbaric ways.
We had to put an end to his affairs, and we did but his brother wasn't too happy about it. He'd done one of his tricks and manifested behind Abelia and snapped her neck. Everything for me had stopped, all I could hear was the blood in my veins. I didn't breath, I could still remember the deafining roar I had unleashed as my monster had gripped me, took the reins and killed all of the mans servants.
Blood had bathed the walls that night, not even the crickets dared to sing. The sun rose late that morning, and I sat inside this very apartment, on that very couch, and cried. For the very first time, I had cried until my eye's swelled shut, until my throat could bare no more. Until I passed out.
    "We'll get them back Cameron, don't worry. For now get some rest, we'll start investigating later tonight, I have meeting to attend," I was going to **** that ******* when I found him. He had taken my only love from me, and he would pay this time, I would make that absoultely certain. Cameron nodded and headed for the door. It was a long way back to his house, and he crossed quite a few bridges. I didn't want him making any bad decisions, " Cameron you can crash here, I have a guest room your welcome here man," I say casually so he doesn't get all prideful. He stops and looks at me for a moment then nods " Yeah, thanks man, and also thank you for agreeing to help me on this I know it's a bit of a touchy subject for you, just know i appreciate it." He made his way down the hall, I listened for the soft click of the door shuting before i went to leave.
    I grabbed my coat, and the keys to my Ducatti and ducked out the door. The hallway was long and at the end of it was two flights of srairs, I lived on the third floor. My motorcycle was parked right were I left it, it was a beauty. Black and red sleek metal and nice leather seats. I loved the bike so much I had named her Racer. I loved to drive fast, and so did she. I tore off out of the parking lot and listened to the purr of her engine on the way to Rowan's , my boss, office. It wasnt to far, but I wasn't in a rush either so i took the long road just to stall. I knew Rowan planned on giving me a partner. Probably some ****** that didnt know his way around a swiss army blade, let alone a sword. Warriors didnt use guns unless absoultely necessary. I loved the feel of my sword slicing through the air. I didn't, however, enjoy the noisy bang of a gun. A sword was like another limb, you have to trust it to take you were you need to go.
    Rowan's office light was on, and I could make out the form of three bodies. Great, I knew it, Rowan was going to assign me a partner.
I hated partners, the only one I'd ever slightly enjoyed had been Cameron. I got off my bike, patted the seat for good luck, and made my way into Rowans office. When I pulled open the door I was ready to yell at Rowan for even thinking of giving me a partner, instead i dropped my hand off the doorknob. " *******," was all I coluld say. I was stunned to silence.

They call me a canker,
they say I'm deceptive,
with an absinthe in my hand,
They call me a cahoot,
Abandoned in an abattoir,
They made me a psychopath,
They hurt me and beat me,
With all they had,
I said I am what I am,
They say am possesed,
With black magic,perhaps,
or maybe just a dark spirit,
So collapsed,
They say I look daunting,
Someone who's flummoxed,
Someone who's forlorn,
And a little hoodlum,
but i simply can't make them understand,
I am a labyrinth,
Full of difficult,
passages and paths,
Through which finding out is complicated,
I've had macabres,
which i handled by machetes,
The madder i got,
The smarter they,fed it,
With heaves of sickness,
they got me misspelt,
They didn't know that,
I, a psychopath,
was "okay" in my own way,
they mistreated me,
Misplaced me,
Misunderstood me,
Underestimated me,**
Look! I've come up!
still they were they,
They didn't stop,
So I cut them,
And beat them,
And scared their crap out!
Hit me with a dagger,
Hit me with a knife,
I'LL STILL BE ME,
EVEN IN MY NEXT LIFE.

You knew what I wanted,
slowly speeding the rhythm of my breathing,
I started letting you touch every inch of my body,
you knew exactly what my skin was asking you,
it was like a telepathy, you were able to read my mind.

Just like that I let you go inside of me,
immediately I felt possessed by you,
it's part of your charm...
the color of your skin seduces me,
I couldn't stop kissing you while you inside,
I hug you and cling to the texture of your muscles,
I look at you, admiring you going back,
and how you hook up on me going forward.

Suddenly, I decided to turn my face
looked ourselves in the mirror,
I saw myself laying down on that bed being possesed by a man
who made me feel like a woman,
protected and loved.

But, the most beautiful thing to mention,
is the contrast of our skins,
your black and my white skin together,
magically unforgettable.

i pray for silence.
a quiet moment from the storm.
my mind possesed by unwritten lines
burdened by the weight of life.

i am unable to feel
beyond the thunder and trashing
of my own mind.

slowly losing myself.
chaos breeding inside my head
of words that are slowly dying.

my battle has always been
between overwhelming thoughts
accompanied by poems,
versus... not feeling anything at all
with pages left blank.
i prefer either the scorching passion
or the cold numbness.

this is much worse!
with each thought not articulated,
i'm missing pieces of myself;
which i can only find
in the calmness of writing.

SHAME!!! SHAME!!! SHAME!!!!

It’s a huge shame on the men who think its their place to strip women naked.

Shamelessly, they quote the bible, “it’s the temple so it should not be displayed”
If that is the case, why didn’t the “believers” who were present take a leso or kikoi to the lady to cover the temple? Instead you strip her???
You are the most sinful of them all and you deserve to have been thrown at the first stone.
SHAME SHAME SHAME!!!

Shame on the men who think that just because you show some skin, you need a touch.
Dressing is done for whatever reason that is personal to a soul.
No dressing is right or wrong.
It’s a shame how ignorance has raided our society and posed as norms and stupid absurd “morals”
How about we pull your trousers down when you sag them to the lowest place your belt can find?
Huh?
SHAME SHAME SHAME!!!

Shame on the men who live in the stone age era of blaming the appearance of women as a push for ***.
Why not long for the ones you see on the soaps, or movies or all???
Why not dress your women in whatever you think  looks appealing and only you, could strip them when you get home for your own pleasures?
SHAME SHAME SHAME!!!

Shame on the men who have brought women to the level of slavery!
Could this be insecurity making your head full??
Do women now do better than you? Yes!
Do they stand for themselves without you or even better than you? YES!
Do they have a voice? YES!!

So SHAME on you when you let your face be seen on the camera stripping a woman and shamelessly putting your fingers inside her privates.
SHAME on you for stripping a woman her integrity and dignity and letting the whole world know.
Your Education was a Fail!!!
I recommend you go back to school and learn some more.
This is a sign of IDLENESS, DEBAUTCHERY and POSSESED IDEOLOGY of SADISM!!!
Its is DEVILISH!

Who is our society raising?
Fathers or Defilers?

REMEMBER that this person, next time,
This, could be your sister,
Your mother
Or your wife!!

SHAME! SHAME!! SHAME!!!

©TheUnspoken

As I stare into her face, I realize things could have I
never realize before-

1. Beauty- As if she possesed the power of
the moon itself.

2. Wise- As if the spirit of the wise owl had
blossomed into her heart.

3. Defense- As if she had the power of the
fierce bear, protecting us from the predators
as if we were her babies.

Anyway I think of her, she is still my wonderful
teacher, and I thank for what she has helped
(not just me but also my classmates) learn.

I am possesed by rain and spiders
clinging to the limbs of trees
as they sway like the arms
of dancers in the wind.
These things scoff at my existence
and my insistence to record
their vitality
in bitter, unrequited attempts
to find my own.
But the clocks will spin
and most of the sleepers will awake.
The rest can only hope that
they know the worst nightmare
belongs to someone else,
as we who are awake
can only hope
that the nightmare doesn't find us here,
tinkering away existence
in rooms with walls,
as though anythings could keep our nature
away. As though all which possesses me
now would fail to break a part of me off;
something immeasurable and weightless
that i never owned
to begin with.

I wanna get really drunk and tell you all the things I'm too afraid to tell you sober,
and I want you to call me drunk and whisper my name and tell me that you've been in love with me all along but we both know how stubborn i am and how proud you are and we both know that you deleted my phone number a long time ago and you're not planning on calling it any time soon but that's okay,
I'm okay.
I'm fine without you, no matter how much my heart burns and my head aches of your absence and how I find relief in my own puddle of tears, mixed with blood, bled only for you.
You were my sunshine when i wanted rain, and my star when I wanted clouds and I guess I was just the skip of your heartbeat, and just a mere breath taken away,
I still think about kissing you all the time, but it seems to hurt much more now as my hopes turned to cigarette butts and you being mine turned to dust.
I guess you were just the fog polluting the air, and I found it hard to breathe around you, you were the summer rain nobody wanted but I liked summer rains, they washed all my pain away, while the sun was still shining.
Maybe I was just the dirt on your shoes, you cleaned me over and over again, making me disappear and I always came back on rainy days where you accidentally step into a puddle of mud and I'm once again stuck on your shoes.
The frickle of sparkle in your eyes has me thinking and everytime I look myself in the mirror and focus on my dull eyes, all I see is you.
I wonder what kind of thoughts cross your mind every time you lay your eyes on me, and it's so wrong of me to be satisfied with the smile of pity on your face everytime you see me.
And i keep rereading all the sad poems I ever wrote you and it made me realize how much I was in love with you and how that unrequited love is slowly dying and fading away, the wind taking all the dust and broken pieces you left of me and making them sink into the sea.
Maybe this is your way of showing your power, the control you have over me, to brag to your friends about the pathetic girl who is in love with you and sees you through different eyes and finds you eternally fascinating.
And as i look through the window pane of my dad's car while we‘re driving through town, i see you in my own reflection and I see you on the sidewalk holding some other's girl hand and I see you in the moon and all the stars and rushing cars and I can't help it but you're my every thought, you have possesed me and I don't think I'm gonna survive this storm and I'm not even sure that I want to.
You're the fire and flame and I'm just a melted candle under your stare.

Buy her flowers
Not as a chore
Not to get on her good side
Not because you have to
Not because it’s what you’re supposed to do

Buy her flowers because
When you saw them in the store
They reminded you of her
And you couldn’t stop thinking about
The beauty they possesed

Buy them because
You live to see her eyes light up
And  the dimples in her cheeks when she smiles
How she turns her head
To hide the blush of her cheeks

Buy her flowers because you want to
Not because she wants you to.

When I was little,
I was given two gifts.
The gift of beauty,
The gift of love,
They were placed upon my soul.
  
Sometimes they would seem small,
Or in some cases,
just the opposite.
But knowing i would always have them,
It was okay.


Then,
Years later,
I felt an aching pain,
Something was missing.
The love i felt turned rotten.
I had to start over.
The love I was bestowed,
Wasn't enough,
Anymore.
I needed to find a new love.
So i waited,
I watched.
I observed the happy,
And the hearbroken.
I tried.
I really did.
I looked and looked.
Searched.
Was fooled and tricked,
And very confused.
But i was wise beyond my years.
I knew that this waiting was a sign,
A sign of good to come.

Then,
After so many tears,
After so much abuse,
From the shadows,
There he was.

The match I've been searching for

We talked.
Shared our lives.
I figured out where my other half was,
How he came to be.
I began to give him my heart.
The old love that I had.
I placed in his hands.
He didnt notice,
but i did.
I didnt care if i never gained anything.
Just being in the presence,
Of this magnificent creature,
Was enough for me.

I wasnt guaranteed love back,
But  i could tell he was different.
He had the same life,
The same experiences.
Where has he been all this time?

I began to grow attatched,
Feel comfortable,
I felt my soul growing on his.
As long as i was with him,
Or even thought of him,
I had all the love in the world.
The thought of loosing him,
Chilled my bones.
Almost all my love,
Was in with him.
The love didn't matter,
Only he did.

But one night,
The little love I had,
Was entirely ripped out of my soul.
By none other than,
him.

I was blindsided,
I had always been careful,
Why did i trust him.
He the began to drain the little love I had,
Straight from my soul.
But that wasnt enough.

You see,
Before me,
There was another.
She was my opposite.
A different beauty.
She possesed different eyes,
Different skin,
A different soul.
He was drawn to that soul,
But could not have it,
Until he gained the gift of love.
My gift.

Beauty was rare,
And it was extreamly rare to posesses the feeling,
Of that precious gift.
He couldent leave me with that pleasure,
So he ripped the love,
He ripped the beauty,
Right out of me,
And gave it to her.

What kills me even more,
My soul he still has,
A piece of my heart forever.

I am left shattered on the floor,
With no one to peice me back together.
And hes starting a new beginning.
My new beginning.

And hes fine,
Hes smiling with her.
And I'm here writing.
Trying to search for an answer.
Trying to make peace.
Becacuse this was the one story,
I havent learned from yet.
the story of,
him.

The Dope iS So Cold
Indroduces iTs Self As iF It Were
Gold.
Manipulates You into Believing
Everys Real That You Feel
Blinded.
Its Endless Forever Gold.
Will Always be There
It Travels but you find your
Own spot
You Put in much work into
Getting more of it, became obbsesed with mining and having it
In your possesion .
It Possesed You, That Gold is
Undercover Black Useless coal

You are not God,
You're just a WORD.
And WORDS don't AFRAID me.
Ok now God,
Listen to me.
I demand Your attention.
Look at me.
Enlighten me.
Brighten me mind.
It seems like they all know you and I am the
only one who is blind.
It seems like they all believe in You
And I am the only one who deceived You.
Am I the only one who hasn't received You?
Some days I feel like I've missed You
but how can I possibly miss something that
doesn't exist!
They, Your Followers have made You a brand,
ADIDAS.
Nothing is impossible with Him.
Yeah I saw that nothing was impossible with
You when you took three of my family
members in one month.
30 stupid days.
Three Funerals.
UNkulunkulu uphile, uNkulunkulu uthathile.
Now F* that.
Oh dear Holy spirit me please EXIT!
Director, this is a film of a non believer, please
EDIT.
This is a picture of a **** giver please Delete.
I have blasphemed Your God, Hey you devil,
give me some CREDIT.
You took Mbali away from me, and for that
You owe me EVERYTHING! I need it!
God, Wait
Do you know the burdens on my shoulders
that I weight?
Sometimes I don't know which word to
associate with You, Love or Hate.
Bad or great.
Darkness or Light.
Loud or Quiet.
Solo or Duet.
If You are "God" why did You let my uncle die
in a brutal way?
If You are God why did You allow the marriage
of my only Dad and that Evil Eyed Woman?
If You are God why let so much people Die
from AIDS?
Accidents.
Bullets.
E_Bola.
What did we do to deserve so much harshness?
Can we get a little happiness?
Are these Your ways of reminding us that we
are residing in Your territory?
Is everybody Punished because I don't go to
church?
And these Devil Worshippers
Satanists
Aren't they suppose to be under the sands of
the seas and oceans
And these demons,
Aren't pigs suppose to be possesed by them?
I don't need You to light up my way,
Eskom will.
You're not the Truth,
My father deserting my mother, is the truth.
The Pastor wants to deceive me, He says You're
the way, NO,
The Path is the way.
God is Love. Really?
Then why do I feel so unwanted, unhappy,
unloved, isolated, lonely, *****, useless?
Are You afraid of the spear?
Because I'm going to stab You until You
tremble and Fear.
Are You afraid of the Knobkerrie?
Because I am going to knock Your head till You
make some sense to me.
Speak to me!
Answer me now!
Can't You hear me?
Can't You see me?
Are You ignoring me?
Possibly. That's what You do best.
And they all Praise you, I mean the rest.
Listen Here,
I know you can Hear,
I don't know You.
I don't believe in You.
I won't kneel and Pray to the sky,
Up there, lives No body.
Except Gases? Or are you made of
Nitrogen and O2 ?
But I forgive You tonight,
So, God it is time for me to sleep now.
I heard You don't sleep,
Can You please make sure that the bed bugs
don't bite me overnight?
I heard You're Supreme,
Please protect me.
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Wrapped around an
overdeveloped
finger.
Possesed, yet
wholly worthless.

Next to me, you are nothing.

Sin as something
gorgeous to death.
Crafted from curses,
lizard tongues and
snakeskin.

Soft as satin.

I know what I'm worth.
From death to birth, I'll have possessed value for self,
I will not be placed on anyone's shelf to sit and gather dust.
I will not play games,
and I'm not ashamed,
I am not here to be framed and hung on a wall.
I am alive.
Possesed with thoughts like bullets,
My gun is aimed, cocked, and loaded,
Ready to fire at a pin-drop.
I won't be dropped,
like your cigarrette butts,
chucked,
left for the wind to decide my fate.
I am worth more
than a text message
I am more
than small talk
I will not be fooled
when you tell me I am the coolest person you know,
Because you don't know me anymore than the gentleman making your coffee.
Your words mean nothing,
when used in such numerous repetition.
And I'll be ****** if you actually petition
to listen to what I have to say.
I know what I am worth,
and it is strikingly more than what you presume.

No will, no reason and no need
No dreams breed in the breathless sleep
The dead don't dream the nightmares of the living
Are not possesed with taking and not conserned about giving

The restless rush from nine to five
Won't bother those who're neath the ground
The saddest song of broken heart
Wont be sang by those with no blood

You can go forward, or go back
But you may never stop,
You choose to live, or choose to die
The flower, or the hanging rope

On wings of bats, or angel wings
You will rise to the sky
In afterlife there is no choice
You've chosen once, you chose to die.

Fly, fallen angel of mine
Touched the sun and got burnt.
Fly, fallen angel of mine
It's your chance to meet God
What have you become...

There were nights when the wind blew hard
The earth was a cold world
The godess of art was cruel

She'd **** all of earth's melodies up in her
It was empty and  quiet below
Echoes reverberated in the caves of the earth

Man was lonely
In a lonesome world
Looking up the stary sky
Left without a sound

Dreaming.
Every one was dreaming
Mountains and hills were sleeping
Life without music

man below
Listened to the bellowing of  emptiness
Every activity was boring

The earth was life without poetry
The world knew no music
The birds composed no tweets

Life without inspiration
Man lived in desparation
Man lacked a sound

There was a time
The wind felt for the  earth
And conspired with the moon
To steal some notes and stanzas from the Sun

To create a sound for lovers at night
And encourage despairing soldiers
So birds can praise their creator

But the sun was guarded by the cruel godess
The wind blew over the moon
And polished its surface

The moon shone the sun's art
The wind blew over the moon in delight
Taking the music with it

It blew among trees and whistled
The birds got the jingles
They looked up to the sky
And sang

The wind blew over the oceans
The waters composed melodious waves

The sleeping earth woke
The dreaming man sang
The power of art possesed him

Lovers found an afrodisiac
Worriors remembered a song of victory
Life returned to earth

The angry godess got jealous
She began to corrupt music with hatred
Breaking the heavenly laws

So she was thrown down
by the Mighty One
And lost her music.

You are transported all along my bloodstream in the form of shapes i want to name love. Carried and pushed so you invade my whole system in order to fulfill your goal. As you travel inside my interior highways I can hear your voice calling out names and I lit up my eyes looking for whatever you call. You are inside me, possesed me. My body shakes. I cannot breathe. I hold on tight to that single line of blue air floating away from my mouth shaping o's. and i breathe.

Possesion complete.

I'm trying to find the girl with the crooked eye, who stole my heart before I could reach the sea.
They warned me "old soul watch her close"
Yet I dared to venture forth.
Her eyes were prisons holding you in their reach. Ripping away slowly at your insecure sanity.
Her lips a sweet poison.
Dancing about words sank into you as if fangs punctured your flesh.
"Watch her motions not her words"
Her fingers slide across my temple.
My skin creeping as her touch possesed my pores.
Ahh a rage fills my lungs
How convincing how deceiving how quickly she ran away with my heart
I fiddle my thumbs in frustration devastation humiliation
"I told you so.." an out pour of laughter as the elders heard of my disaster.
I am no longer the master
Just a capture
Locked behind her eyes
Oh how cruel how shrewd
I'm the fool that sings the blues.

i loved you. i loved you as naive people love when they believe heart's aren't made of glass & aren't meant to break. i loved you like a child would love something new they discovered & possesed you as one would possess a toy. I guess that's what happens when a punk rock boy with steady hands & raven black hair steals an innocent 15 year old girls heart.

but heart's break they burn they catch fire & they mold into something new. but even three years later molded casings are meant to break & maybe that's how you managed to creep & lock yourself into my new heart & it's foreign to you & to me. but your hands aren't steady & your heart is as unstable as a bridge that hasn't been crossed in years & maybe its a chance to cross it not knowing what lies at the bottom, but you make me feel so willing to cross it.





I've loved you. loved you with more than my entire being & I've told you what kind of hell it was to believe that you didn't care, but you did & i know I gave up to easily but i needed love. I needed a physical love,a few blocks apart, not 100 miles apart. I was selfish & I've never seen anything more beautifully heartbreaking than you with tears in your eyes begging me to stay & i was caught between my heart or my body & I chose my selfish needs & my heart was broken for months & i missed you & needed you to fix it. & I could never paint or write or sing about the way your eyes looked the last time I was brave enough to look into them; & I don't believe anyone could ever replicate anything so forlornly blue.





you're heart isn't a toy. & love isn't a game. we're both going blind in this gamble. i want to be yours for the night & maybe more & you with your words that paint dreams make it as tempting as pandoras box & I'm almost as willing to open it all. we're both betting high, too high, & I don't want you falling into vices & I don't want to lose you. it's always been a fight for who would win out & I don't want to lose. i don't. you made a home in my heart & my heart has molded it's way around you in perfect unison & yes it missed a couple of beats but they we're beats screaming your name & yearning for your acceptance & yes it stops when I believe you see me for who I really am & who I could be. I don't want you too.

I couldn't go anywhere if i tried, darling.


July 5th 2016

Let's selebrate as we won,
Won't calm down until dawn!
Cause we might be gone.

Let's with a passion dance,
to chill it is our last chanse
to see the beauty's glance.

By euphoria we are blessed,
and by desire possesed.
As all of our feelings expressed.

Let'em hide among trees,
Play arround and kiss.
They don't care if somebody sees.

Come on over, my friends!
Let us unite our hands,
Dance and sing in the sands.

Remember, this is our last night.
So we should keep souls' flame alight.
Let in luck's name it shine bright.

Revolted fading decay
Did pursuade,
Like blood on the shore,
To write with the blackness of my heart
And with hope nevermore

The black ink blooms on paperback,
With the heart that spurts its veins
Accross the page
Growing into its darkness and pains

The white fading,
drimpel, dubbed unpailing
With the words posing as potent but poison
Possesed in perfect form of pretence...

The Words so falsly true...
The words bleeding out, "I love you"

You ask me lover
What's the point
Can't you see
That there's not one

Yet at the same time
One exists
Yes - perhaps
The greatest point of all

It's because I can
That is why
And want to
So one day - I will

No, not to spite you
That's not me
You know that
C'mon now listen

Who cares what science
Says of sound
This object
Could alter my world

If I possesed it
Lily Allen
On Vinyl
A big, round L.P

A true work of art
Lilys' art
Existing beyond its form
I can hear it now!

Every note pressed
Perfectly
Filling the air
With its captured sound

Yet I can hear you argue
Making a scene
Missing the point
Trying to persuade me

That C.D's better
Clearer sound
More modern too
But that's never it

For years I've wanted
That record
I'd watch it
Go round and around

Yet for years I've chosen
Not to buy
But to deny
Myself the pleasure

Often I have thought
I'll buy it
Sit and watch
Its nothingness go

But I loved all that
Nothingness
Simple fact
That I did not own it

But now soon I will
Hold it here
Commited
Its nothingness gone

And I will play it
Night and day
Until you see
It's because we can.





"Say what you say, Do what you do. Feel what you feel, As long as it's real" Lily Allen



"That is what I mean when I say that man is condemned to be free: condemned, because he did not create himself, yet nonetheless free, because once cast into the world, he is responsible for everything he does." Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism is a Humanism

It was the place i loved being lost,
Everything there seemed pleasant , may it be thunder or frost.
How can i forget the words her tongue sketched on mine?
In her eyes i could see my love , i thought our relationship was divine,
But now whenever I think about her , i curse myself to be so unkind,
I wish i could correct my mistakes but unfortunately , time doesn't rewind.

With every thunder in the sky , it seemed , god took pleasure in taking a photo of ours,
We used to pray for each other with every shooting star ,
With her my every year passed like it was just an hour ,
If she was a disease , she left me with deep scars.

She was my source of gratification in the toughest time ,
My poems could never have been so beautiful without her rhyme,
She was the only protagonist of my every story,
Without her my words never possesed any glory.

I remember how we used to trod in the vale,
Two dopes debating sermons though none
of us used to fail.
Had you seen her in a garden, it would seem she is the only flower blooming,
Her breath smelled like the scent of peonies , whose longing has now made me stifling.

Nowadays i take care that no one hears me snivelling ,
I dont want them to see an exurbent guy grieving.
I try my best not to whimper seeing her smiling photo on instagram,
Last scene of my life , i always dream off is my head on her arm.

I've been existing,
Co-existing
And non-existing.

Theres a smell of blood I get when eating pieces of myself.
Savouring them for later.
Unable to begin or end I cannot stay or leave as always-

Intended because my skin crawls abnormally.
Though anti-gravity possesed each piece in essence
Theres a sickness in that I do agree.

But benevolence is seldomn here
Anymore, and sanity is long bereaved
I am merely stone holding onto fragments of thinner things.

Breathing phosphate, I apologise for the wings
That were sewn together out of spite.
I've cracked legs to be here.
Listening to those sounds that connect my emotions to my understanding became relief becomes...
More angry than you know, like a whisper in the snow
I drift--

The hate that I possesed strong, a monster
Darkened the purest lights of my soul.
That's the sad thing about hate
Even if you let go of it,
The darkness will never wash off properly.

One day I saw a shadow
and it reminded me of you somehow
Your memory struck me like a lighning
Whithout any previous warning

As I recapitulated,
I remembered you felt elated
towards dinosaurs
even if some of them had devil-like horns

The next day, there it was
the shadow was passing in front of my car
she was using a dinosaur printed dress
I thought you had me possesed

I followed the shadow
down alleys and streets
while I smoked a fine tobacco
"just to calm my fears"

I came closer to the lady
and I had to admit, however
that I was crazy,
since she was not my adored dinosaur lover

I opened my eyes in the middle of the night,
I was struggling to standup and everything seemed at unrest that night,
Those stairways and the flickering lights held my eyes to surprise,
I smelled that of bacardi and my filthy look signalled that i had cried.

While thinking how i ended up here and what this place was,
My mind seemed confused and my heart seemed lost,
I struggled through the staircase of the building, a board said i had reached the 7th floor,
Suddenly i remembered everything about this place, and i hurried towards a door,

I didn't ring the bell but she opened the door,
Afraid to look into her eyes, i starred at the floor,
She told me to come in and there was no bound to my excitement,
I knew every inch of this abode, it was her appartment.  

In a moment a flashback ran in my mind,
A chapter of my life that had all the things just right,
I remembered all our happy days just at once along with all our fights,
Those lazy days and resltess, crazy nights,
I still sometimes wonder that she had some magical powers, i was sure she possesed some might.

She complained how ***** i looked and what i had made of myself,
She told me that i have to take care of my health,
Tears rolled through her eyes as they met mine,
Looking at her i wondered how god created someone so kind.

That night we sat besides each other and talked about life,
After some time, through the window appeared a beam of light,
I looked at her, she looked at me, a rare moment of ecstasy,
And then we kissed each other passionately, until we were tired and messy.

"See you next year my dear, stay happy!" She cried
And in the next moment she disappeared like a fairy in disguise,
I looked at the calendar to see what date it was,
It was 2 years to her demise and my heart once again frost.

Like a bird who has forgotten how to sing.
I too have forgotten my own melody.
Entrapped in a cage,
Imprisoned by my own insanity
Of starving, bleeding, crippling thoughts.

Numb to any touch.
Possesed by the cold like a corpse.
The epitome of nothingness,
Laying baron to this monstrous world
Realising you have no one to stay!

Like all the lost things
I too am lost, unable to be found.
Deserted by everyone
Left to fend off the demons alone once again
Not knowing if I will make it out of this one alive...