Allure me with silence, causing a stir of thoughts
In my heart as an ocean, in my mind as a sky,
In all of those rivers which have long since run dry.

Is this your endeavour, to drench yourself in splendour,
Leading eyes away, whilist running astray.
Watching me squirm, with each second of delay.

Perhaps it is not, the outcome you've sought.
Though the truth is so far, from easy to spot;
As any good killer, not easily caught.

Intimidatingly alluring, that is what you are.
I cannot keep my awkwardness from stirring,
As I try to be smooth whilist my thoughts are still churning.
I keep messing up the words, from my mouth that come out.

You're even more fine, than the best dwarven stout,
With an essence of strength, though you keep yourself at length.
Even without a stash of memories, of you, in my mind;
Thoughts of you still cross, I find.
This is but a simple note to entwine your mind with rhyme,
I find you sublime, and I think you're divine.

I am the shadow which follows around the person I wish to be.
Always tagging along in hopes of standing out,
Instead I am left behind.
Always in behind, yet close enough to witness everything, that comes and goes before me.

Helpless to take the things I want, for I am but a shadow.

I may witness occurrences around me, but all that I may provide is darkness.
I am the dark in a world of light,
And I may only exist whilist no other darkness is present.

In light I appear as dispair,
In darkness I do not appear.

Life as a shadow, of a shell, of a human.

This darkness is my light,
I am dark,
Even if I am bright.

Open your eyes and who do you see?
Climb into the high and what can you read?
While trying to find in what you will creed,
One tries not to die while trying to exceed,

Open your eyes and tell me who’s there,
And see with your heart if for you they care,
When destiny takes away time to be pairs,
What have you not but to treat those unfair?

Open yourself and pass all the pain,
Because it is the only one way to gain,
And if not then one puts itself to insane,
Cause if not others may maintain all their fame,

Now you know who is always real sharp,
Don’t grief on it because its only the start,
And whilist one gathers light to form one’s star,
Foes put one through stress because they can’t get far…

Whilist i was strugling to
Find myself again.
You came in to my life
A full generated spark happend between us.

You loved me for me
And not for who you wanted me to be
You give me support when i am on
The stage.

Your loving gentle hands mended my
Broken heart and patched my wounds.
I told you about my past
I took you to my tribe
I showed you my mom .

I trust you.
You allow me to be me
And you bring out the best of me.

The tender girl had qualms with none
Detatched, there was nothing for the son
Forced to backtrack whilist rolling downhill
Flashing images remain
Of that private, idealistic mill
So I called her name
In the Nether Realm, she screamed
Yes, she is a hard one to please
Especially when she sees
One going through the motions
Rotations into false vocations

So tell me
What was your question again?

How can they not see us?
Whilist we are right beside them
How can they forget that we exist?
Whilist we breath the same air as them
What wrong did we do?
All they do is look at us with hatred
They dont even ask what made us choose the life we are leaving
All they do is judge us
They always conclude that we are no good
If only they could ask us what brought us to the streets
We all have a story to tell
We all have our reasons
Not every home is a home
How could you judge us before giving us an opportunity to speak
When we try to speak our truth
They assume the worst in us
We are dirt under their eyes
They have forgotten that we are also human beings
They have forgotten that we exist
They have forgotten that our lives matter
They have forgotten us but we live not to forget
We remember the tragic we faced and the choices we made that led us to who we are today and where we are

I’ve been searching for a reason,
To keep on living,
To appreciate others and keep on giving,
To make the turns that we have driven,
To love your friends as rightful siblings,

I’ve been searching for a reason,
To find the truth,
Of what I’ve been searching for in the truce,
And by trying to make my spirit coup,
I’ve found myself in an eternal loop,

Wheras I have fought against many names,
And whilist by trying to stay the same,
By fate did only my heart remain,
In this ****** hard cold dwelling of a crushed terrain,


I tried to be nice,
But rude things came my way,
And by thinking twice,
I kept losing my face,
Towards the reigns of the skies,

Then fell out of grace,
Yet with hope by my side,
I recounted my pace,
And against many lies,

Have I found my own trace,
In which made me the light,
That saved my own sake,
And within the fold did blindness awake,

Seeing all lies in the midst of the game,
And recovering of when I was once insane,
Happiness, truth, and eagerness came,
And foes have none but themselves to blame…

The tide of life always shifting and changing, had become confusing and filled with turmoil without rest. I see the gate being flooded by uncertainty and hesitation. The ideas that should slow coming to a stop, leaving false paths of hope and truth. Whilist the rain falls and the clouds turn grey, I wonder where my path should truly start or stop. Can one such as I truly have hope of dreams completion. Should I Ponder unto a revelation without point of view that is clear. Can this singular soul /spirit exist within a false world of life. Where does the truth truly lie, and where does the lie truly begin. We as individuals see only what is shrouded blinding ourselves to the unshrouded. For to see the truth is to see one's falseness and lies. One's true soul/heart.