HideTo hide who you are from the world is to hide who you are from yourself.
HopeHope.A simple word, with a simple meaning. Officially, it’s an attitude of optimism. A mindset that is often considered naïve- believing the best outcome will happen, no matter the odds.Hope.We live on it. Thrive on it. Even villains and those considered ‘evil’ or ‘bad’ have hope. The hope to pull off a robbery without being caught. The hope that a shady business deal will go down without a problem. It’s all hope.The darkest of our society use it and probably never realize it. Without hope, humanity would wither. We simply cannot exist without hope. The hope that today will not be the day a random and tragic accident takes our life. Every day carries the chance of death or tragedy- but we hope that it won’t happen. If we didn’t hope, if we didn’t get out of bed and face the day, our system would crumble.How would we accomplish anything without hope? The hope that a much worked for promotion will happen. The hope that you c
FallDreams fall from the sky,Just to splatter and die.
MagicLove may be magic,And magic may be a lie,But I’ve lied,And held the magic inside.
Our WorldWe live in a world,Speeding towards demise.
Broke InLove broke in,And left me with nothing.
ArtArt needs heart.
PiecesAnd while we have all been broken,Only some of us have glued the pieces back together.…But some pieces refuse to fit.
Angel of NothingShe stands alone,Fair of face,Piled in grace,Golden locks fall to her waist,Serene smile in place,Eyes of blue, empty true,She’s an Angel you know,Not like us, no.She has no wings,No halo to glow,But her beauty is otherworldly you know,She’s hollow inside,She knows she’s nothing but a lie,Porcelain body with ashes within,She’s the Angel of the Nothing,And all she can do is smile.
.what doesn't kill youcomes back with something strongerto finish the job
RealHow can you expect to see the truth in the mirror?When your eyes are clouded by the filter of 'inferior'
.spillyour emotion,or drownin it
Sanctuary?Shadows Can't Follow You In The Dark.
TiredXTiredXPrince Means FrogQueens Were Not PrincessesRobots Rule Inside UsFreedom Needs FreedomReality Is Not SafeAsylum Is SafeBreathing Is FreeAir Is Not FreeGuests Are ExpectedLife Is UnExpectedVirus SpreadsPoison Is LazyBlood Is HotDeath Is ColdSteel Needs Fire And IceSteel Is WeirdWeird Is Not Always ArtPoetry Is Not ArtPoetry Is More Than ArtArt Should Not AnswerAnswers Need QuestionsQuestions Need AnswersAsk The Translator
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are strugglingto tumble off my tongue,and despite havinga fleshy cushionto rest on,they stain my teethand sting like acid"I'm sorry," I stutter,but the bitter tastedoesn't leave my tongue-not because the words weren't true,but because I knowI won't hear,"me too."
A Hero's NightmareThe souls that I could not save
.i said death,death is a closet;let's all just hangourselves up and keepthe place tidy -
When Stars CollapseThis is how you bespeckled my boneswith bewilderment: you kissed hushed heartwhispers and slumbering secretsinto my fingertips. You infused aweinto my joints, causing meto ask how snowflakes got theirshape and how long would it taketo get from the Sun to Capella.You taught me that energy is neithercreated or destroyed; stars do not die.Eyes washed with emerald sorrows youtold me that they evolve, they changeinto something entirely different,or not so different.I now know we are made of the sameparticles as someone or something else.We began someplace together.We're made of so much more than "star-stuff",we are made of each other.
Dream CriterionIf you can't fly on your dreams anymore,I'm sorry, but don't worry,you have simply grown up.If you can't build a little empire on your dreams,I'm totally sorry,you are a dead man walking.
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.
the dead and the dyingthe funny thing abouthumans is thatwe think we areinvincible and immortalgods.no—we're allroadkill,living ina tainted worldwhere cars drivetoo damn fast.and me,well,i just try toget by withoutbeing hitmore than once.
Winter DreamsWinter Dreams Die In Spring.If Not, They Kill You In Summer.
.you break freefrom the grip ofthe oceanjust to die inthe arms of the shorefrom exhaustion
Behind the WordsWe spill our pain across the pages.But we must smile when it is read.For we cannot show our true emotions.Not of suffering, anxiety, or dread.For we are the bringers of dreams to the world.Our words are tales of healing light.So hide your tears behind a mask,And save them for a quiet night.
Hate and LoveI don't see you as a threat,I don't hate myself,I don't want to be you,I Don't Hate You, Do You?I don't see you as a threat,I don't hate myself,I don't want to be you,I Don't Hate You, I Just Love You.
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
My NightingalesMy NightingalesI Send You Nightingalesto sing you my love,but they return crying.
DifferenceTo be lonely is painful,To be alone is liberating.