Our WorldWe live in a world,Speeding towards demise.
Secret WishesLive for a day,Far beyond the sun.Live for a night,Hidden on the dark of the moon.Live for tomorrow’s unknown,And yesterday’s memories.Fly on your dreams,Awake and asleep.Fight for your soul,If you lose it, no one will know.Swim deep in an ocean of tears,Shed for broken dreams,And faces unseen.Find the heart that beats in the dark,Cup it gently-it will shatter if jarred.Whisper secrets as it beats,Slow and deep,Haunting wishes slip away,As the heart tears them away.Hold tight, weary man,For the end has not yet come,Riches still to be discovered,In this world of wonder.Ancient voices whisper,Their lives hidden deep,Their mysteries still uncovered,Deep within the past.Ghost of yesterday slip past,Their broken souls weep,For dreams unknown,While your heart still beats,And your mind still thinks,Know an answer’s always there.Lose not your dreams in misery,Hold them tight and still believe,That one day they will come to pass,In this thre
FallDreams fall from the sky,Just to splatter and die.
NumbBlock the sun,And we all will surely die.Block the heart,And we will surely be numb.The heart and mind,Connected through all,Should the link break,All will fall.Numb is a heart blocked by a wall,Numb is a mind that thoughts effect not at all,Numb is a body that has no soul.Numb is the world who is blind to it all.
MagicLove may be magic,And magic may be a lie,But I’ve lied,And held the magic inside.
We WishWe wish,We wish for life.We wish,We Wish for wealth.We wish,We wish for love.We wish,We wish upon a star,To make dreams come true,To make life brighter,We wish.We wish,We wish for health.We wish,We wish for fame.We wish,We wish as flip the coin into the well,For such a small token we want grand things,We wish for all matter of things,Big and small,We wish.We wish,We wish because we’d rather wish than grab our dreams,And make them come true ourselves,We wish for a job that we love,We wish for happiness,When happiness cannot be wished for,We wish.We wish,We wish for things that cannot be granted,By genies,Stars,Wells,Gods,Or God.We wish.We should take our lives by the hand,And show it where we want to be,What are dreams are,What we wish upon that star,Should be something we’re willing to fight for,Yet we wish,And dream,And dream and wish,We wish. What do you wish?
HideTo hide who you are from the world is to hide who you are from yourself.
DaysWe live for days gone to waste.
Six Word Story: SaleSale: One bruised and cracked heart.
We Are HumanHumans fear many things. For a species that has taken over the world, numbers upwards of seven billion, one would think we would have nothing to fear. We’re at the top of the food chain…right?And yet we fear.We hate.We lust.We kill.We love.We’re many sided and have many layers. We’ve created many things, both terrible and great.Humans fear.Fear is a funny thing. It sneaks up on you. It strains your lungs, thickens the beat of your heart. It sends chills up your spine; it makes it hard to swallow, to think. Fear can make you run. It can make you scream. Fear is a powerful force, hard to tame, hard to ignore.It can freeze you as a knife comes down, or it can make you lightning fast.Some fears are simple. The fear of a snake, slithering through the weeds. The fear of a spider, its eight legs treading lightly up your leg. The fear of the dark, pressing all around and hiding that which lurks in its shadows.There are many fears, fear of life, of death, of l
Scorpion and the FrogSo fast and fierce of a riverWith a sliver, a piece of the riverThat will deliver me safely acrossAcross where the trees are glossed with mossI ready my lungs and legsWhen along came a scorpion with a question to beg“Please” he said with a tongue so slickBut I was aware of his poisonous stick“Please help me across to the other sideBut I said “No I will not give you a rideAs I swim you will give me your stingAnd I will be swept down river and into the sea”“I will not” he claimed“If I give you my sting our fates will be the same”I reviewed his wordsAnd gathered my nerves“Yes” I proclaimed“As long as your stinger is tamed”“Oh yes, oh yes” he added“But please make our trip rapid”So he climbed on my backAnd there he satAs I kicked and strokedWhen suddenly I felt a pokeAs the light grew dimAnd my life grew grimI looked into his cold eyesAnd the only word spoken was
Flirting with BouquetsFlirting with Bouquetsshe pricks her fingerson rose bud thorns andneverexplains why to the boywho grabs her hands andasks. all she can do isshrug and say she likesthe coloring - how herporcelain finger blushesprofusely from the sweet, sudden, stingingkiss until it can't containitself anymore, and revealsthe secrets it's kept hiddenfor far too long.
Broke InLove broke in,And left me with nothing.
It's Lonely At The Top.It's lonely at the bottom, too.
Why Do You Do This To Me?You took my breath away thenWatched me suffocate.
No OneHere I am,Standing alone,Waiting,For no one.
Cicero Tribute: Madness is MerryMadness is merryThe merry man's fightTo hold on to sanityLost in the nightThe silence so emptyHeld smothering tightEven blind eyes could seeThere's no end in sightHis family goneWhen things had felt rightHunted and burnedIn flames so brightTheir acceptance a memorySeeming so faintWhen consumed by the jesterWho's laughter did taintNo one to hold himNo one who speaksNo one to tell himThe words that he seeksPraying for a whisperTo end his heart's strifeThe echoing laughterCreeps into his life
I Write.Not to make a perfect world, But to find beauty in our flawed one.Because It makes me feel like a god, I can create mountains,And then destroy them.I don't like this world,So I create my own.Because I want to prove emotions exist,I want to make people scream, cry, throw things, all because of my words.On the off chance I can create something just a little more than words on a page.Because no one really listens,When I talk.Because I'm in love with the sound the keys make when you type,And the way the pencil moves over paper.Because I want people to care about my characters,The way I care about theirs.Because I can't live forever,But I can create something that will.But mostly,Mostly,Because I want to change the world.
Kiss GoodnightGoodnight my darlingThe day is overThe sunlight fadesAnd dark moves closerIt creeps through the wallsAnd across the ceilingUntil it floods the roomWith a deep grim feelingYou suck in airAs the dark fills you lungsYou try to yellBut the fear steals you tongueYou rip at your throatTo open the airwaysBut only succeedIn shortening you life’s pageBlood on your handsAnd flesh under your nailsOnly make it harderFor others to hear you wailsThe room begins to fadeAs you lose your frightAnd the darkness kisses youWith a silent Goodnight
I Dream A DreamEvery time I sleep I dream a dream of you and meMy dreams of you are all I can seeDreams of your laugh and smileAnd how rosy you get when you laugh for a whileIn my dreams you kiss my lipsIn my dreams I caress your hipsWe lay in bed for hours at a timeLoving so much should be a crimeWhen you cry in my dream they are tears of joyAnd when you blush in my dreams you play coyMy dreams are sweet when I dream of you at nightMy dreams drown my fright with lightDreams of your heart are just what I needWhen my being is itching to be freedMy dreams fill and overflow with you like a cupMy dreams are so sweet I don’t want to wake up.In the morning I know it’s throughAnd I wish for my dreams to come trueI want to be in heaven with the one I adoreSo I lay here with my blood on the floorMy eyes grow weary- as my skin gets coldMy tears and my blood- are a scene to beholdI breathe in deeply- one… two… threeAnd I dream a dream -of you and me
LonelyLonely is sitting a dark room with no one there- the flickering light more irritating than helpful.Lonely is standing in a crowd- a grain of sand on a beach, a molecule of air in the sky.Lonely is not special, because lonely is a painting of greys and browns that molded together create nothing more than the parts in the whole.Lonely is a question, and never a statement, and Lonely is painful in this way. You can never gain closure when Lonely is in your heart.Lonely tears apart, not mends, and oftentimes you find yourself taking steps back instead of forward- no matter how hard you fight for grip.Lonely is clingy but detached and explosive but contained.Lonely is tears with no one to dry them up, and a broken glass with no one to sweep it up.Lonely...Lonely is me.
Did You Love MeDid you love me then?Do you love me now?If you ever didCan you tell me how?How you could leave meAnd love someone newWas it really that easyTo leave me and youYou live in our houseAnd sleep in our roomWhile I share with a mouseIn a depressing gloomI still have your pictureThe one where you laughWhen you loved me for sureAnd we didn’t have a pastI still catch a whiffOf your love and perfumeBut if I step off this cliffI will be with you soonSo meet me at the endAnd we’ll ride off togetherAnd our souls will mendTogether forever
DreamcatcherMy dreams will not leave meThey reside in my headMy thought are spinningAs I lay in my bed My dreams of a womenCloaked all in blackShe beckons me to followThrough a long and dark track I pinch and I shakeTo escape these fearful sightsBut no matter what I doIt will always, always be night I close my eyes tightAs I count to threeMy eyes creep slowly openTo see her staring at me She does not moveShe does not thinkShe only stareAs my heart sinks My mind twistUntil finally it fracturesOh how I wishI had a dreamcatcher
ChooseI love her and I love you.Whose law says I have to chooseBetween her and you what do I do?Do I choose to lose her not you?Do I choose to love her not you?Why can’t I choose both of you?Why can’t I love both of you?Why must my love be taboo?If I spew my heart to youThen it is her and I who will bruise.But if it is you that I refuse to pursueYou will accuse my love as untrue.But I assure you that I love you too.I cannot still my blood as it brews.What would you do if you were in my shoes?What would you do who would you chooseMe, her, or you, who?
RebornReborn from ashes,A past life gone to waste,To burn in the blaze,A soul whose name is lost,Shall walk again,Out of the flames,And into the light of another life.