Never mind… a few more starving civilians that were gunned down to quench their hunger…
A few new gas chambers…
A few more parasite bombs dissecting the flesh of youngsters…
It will all sort itself out soon…

A few less teachers…
A few less writers and reachers…
People that can tell us what life means to us…

Never mind….
It’s too late now to turn this around… At least in the interim…
Soon there might be another intermission…
That’s fine, that will work in my favour… buy me some more time to waver… I can deal with this global assumption that I’m a monster…

I can quieten this down, phase this one out…
I don’t need collective cohesiveness, understanding and education…
I just need a good lawyer, some good half truths, a suit and tie and my foolproof patter…

When do you know
you're growing wise?
When you feel
you know far less.

This is the sweet spot
No sweet tooth again
Needing less from me
I'll be less than I should

I reside in shallow desires,
That have burned to ashes,
A mere swine swindler and a mime,
Are my traits to define,
Exhibiting aimlessness,
I watch the stars align,
And for God to show me a sign,

Like a River sullen in misery,
Knowing it will have to fit In a pond,
I besiege my reach,
And so I preach,
My heart to not have it's way,
Now as a pond,
I reside without a say.

In her eyes I was glowing
She thought I was a rare find
A diamond in the rough—
No, I am moissanite.

I am never that grand,
Even a thousand painters
Couldn't paint me as they can't
Get inspired with my abstract self.

It would be better to wonder
From a far like looking at that cool car,
Let it not be known
That it is lacking in parts.

I clawed my eyes out,
Then I started to cry.
For although I couldn't see
Anything in front of me;
I could still feel insects' wings
Fluttering around and about
My face,
Every other thing
In this place
Invisible (or is blood nothingness?);
Though the pain I felt brought
One image, one colour to mind--
A sea of red,
Rubber band pulled taut
In my head.
My tears were cried of blood,
Yet I felt the salt trailing
Down my face, my cheeks
As I began wailing.

Simple things could make you smile,
I wonder if you're soft and fragile
But one thing is for sure,
that you love him so much more.

Why do you keep on settling for less?
Is that how you wanted to express,
the love you felt for that man
you're trying to impress?

I don't know how you managed
to stay in a relationship full of doubt
is that what unconditional love is all about?
an emotion or feeling that you cannot express through mouth
but it's too clear to understand if your heart shouts it out loud.

Yes, you settled for less
and that less might turn into progress.
Even your childhood is a mess,
that doesn't mean you can't live your life to the fullest.

Imagine you have the guy you wanted for so long,
how can you live with that in reality?
where everything seems right might be wrong
Reality *****, and your wants cannot be defined so perfectly.

Is that how love should be?
sometimes you have to be treated just nobody?
a perfect relationship is just imaginary
even being loved whole-heartedly
is not that ordinary.