Come on, come here people,
I have low prices on my new products
Here, take this one :
It's the latest trend in my world !
See how red it is,
Look how it shines !
It used to breathe and beat,
And then it got tired.
But it still works
As you can see !

Ah, you mister !
I see you look interested !
What is it called, you ask ?
Well, this is my heart.
I know it looks like it's dying,
But it's just a bit broken
This is THE deal of your life, I swear !
Yes madam, you can bargain,
The price is not actually set.

Hey you little girl !
Be careful when you touch it !
This is a very fragile thing
You wouldn't want to break it
Even more than it already is ;
Whithin the limits of possibility.
Ah, come closer, come closer !
Yes it is for sale indeed,
I know it is a bit broken
But give it just a little attention
And it will look just as new as before !

There's a story that comes with it,
My diary is free if you buy my heart !
What ? Oh yes, the price can go lower,
Not many people think my heart is valueable.

No ? No takers ?
Ah don't worry, I understand !

"Fear nothing but fear itself",
       Oh why then this storm within myself?
                Is it simply the Great Unknown?
           Or my destiny written out in stone?

Had I but a glimpse into tomorrow
Would that perpetuate my griefly sorrow?
Yet I'm losing the present joy
In my "what iffs"mantra -I seem to enjoy

             Living within the present moment
       Gives you the strength and atonement
       Making ones worries fade throug the                                                  wind
       Finding the courage deep from within

"Fear nothing but fear itself"
Oh how I have laiden my heart to delf!
And ever so gently
Lost sight of blessings a-pleanty

                 And I find myself without hope-
                     And I find it difficult to cope,
                          For I' find whithin myself

                               ( I )
          Fear more-than only Fear itself!!

She is standing at the door
of a new home the state provided
From place to place they throw her
wherever budget has decided
Too much, too little, too quiet,
too honest, she talks too loud
Too messy, too mouthy, too unfocused
And her head whithin a cloud

I am sure she looks pretty pitiful
in her hand me down clothes
Trying to look presentable
to every new home she goes
I hope they aren’t mean
and definitely not too nice
I thought my new dad was just friendly
and for that misjudgement I paid a price

Of course no one believes
the mouthy child who always lies
Just making the story sound better
too much pain to disguise
She is just a little girl lost
and her lies scream out for attention
Forget the bruises and lack of food
that she forgot to mention

No one really wants to know
what I saw or what my daddy does
No one wants to hear about mommy's drugs
what she was doing or where I was
Like little slaves to the strangers
with rules sitting high and looking low
It’s not like we can go complain
there’s nowhere else for us to go

New schools and no friends
walk the halls, eyes to the floor
In a few weeks it starts again
friends don’t matter anymore
They point and whisper with cruel intent
because someone heard your tale
Of the kid that no one wanted,
which is pitifully dressed and frail

Children can be so cruelly misinformed
at times such as this
But I am just a nameless face
that no one will even miss
I stopped unpacking my suit case
so many months ago
No matter how the time goes by
my belongings never grow

A few outfits, a few pictures
and a book to write a thought
A few mementos from home
and a unicorn that my mom bought
Anything more is just a waste of time
and not worth all the fight
Of remembering what you leave behind
when they take you in the night

No one wants to face the tears
of the child you’re throwing away
Maybe it was harder to look
at their mirrors in the light of day
70 homes in 5 long years some with love
and some without a word
Some were nice and some paid a price
for the little girl left unheard

I spent my life with the sorrowed looks
of those who knew my world
And many times I heard the phrase
such a lost and lonely little girl
My mother filled her world with drugs and men
I paid the highest cost
In the end I gained my heart and soul
then found everything she lost

I grew up, took my head from the clouds
and put my feet on the ground
Went searching for the little girl I lost
and love the woman that I found

Where are you my love, where are you?
A strange unknown beauty in my dreams,
blinding yet soothing rays from her beams.
Words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers,
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my love, where are you?

I hear her faint voice amidst thunder and clouds,
a being so enigmatic yet alluring behind black shrouds.
Words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers,
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my love, where are you?

Sound of waves cannot subdue her feeble enchanting call,
mesmerized and hypnotized, I act like a thrall.
Words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers,
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my love, where are you?

Sounds of forest whithin fog and hills so intriguing,
but her sound, frail yet so distinct and enthralling.
Words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers,
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my love, where are you?

Now she has become my ultimate desire,
she is burning in me like wildfire.
Words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers,
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my love, where are you?

Ruined, with sword, green turban, clothes stained in blood and dirt.
I'll wait for you in a dangerous yet fascinating desert,
words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my love, where are you?

We will meet together with a long awaited kiss,
together we will head towards the land of eternal bliss.
words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my DEATH, where are you?

My love for you is dark
Dark meaning it happened no matter how hard I tried to stop it, its darkness
My love for you has no reason
Reason meaning I saw no flaws flowing on you nor perfection predicting me having a list elaborating the  reasons of you belonging to me
Its undefined
Undefinable with no condition
Unconditional is the love I bear for you
And when I'm with you silly I become
Losing all senses assumed to be common
In you I find myself lost
Control is what I have when you streach hands squeez me with your arms , tapping my backside with your fingers I swear I'm an instrument a piano being played
You try to kiss me and I look away and smile you kiss my neck
Strangely I shut my eyes imagining wings growing on my back flying you away to some dimention unheard of nor discovered by our kindexposing a naked me to a fully undressed you dancing to a lustful tone satisfying each creature drawing air that hits a lung and right before I know it your tongues are playing I recall what is about to happen and look away I open my eyes only to be glued to yours
Feeling a feeling that turns me a fool
Therefore sweetypie
My love for you has no reason nor conditions
I assume it reaL
It contains rest, trust and fear
Insecurities and arrogance
My love for you rests whithin me
For how long is the true question to be asked not why do I have love for you

Would you notice me? Like the colours of the autumn leaves, would you see me? A desperation for attention, has crept through my veins. I want you to want me, so bad, and drag me by the reigns. Hold me with tenderness, own me like you own me. Let me feel your carress, between this invisible space, and condone me.  I fell so fast, here whithin this moving box of steel.  With so many others here, but yet, it's you who I feel.  As we parted ways, I said goodbye indirectly. My sincere sigh, that it wasn't meant to be.

Sometimes one needs to be alone-
To look at oneself and
Listen to the soft murmurings of the mind
Regarding what to do, where to go.

Sometimes one needs to be alone-
To cleanse the mind
Of memories, impressions,
And to start afresh.

Sometimes one needs to be alone-
To be in the company of one's own self
And draw strength from whithin
To face anything and everything.

Sometimes one needs to be alone-
To be free of the mask we all wear,
To  reacquaint with self
And to face life and death.