Memory is a punishment
Forgetting is a crime

"He's so honest!"
Everyone exclaimed with joy
And while honesty is a good thing at times
Sometimes You wanted to be lied to
To be comforted
And to be hidden from the ugly disgusting world

"He's so honest!"
Your mom said at the dinner table
Sure he's honest
But why do You feel like You want to be lied to?

"I'm an honest man so im going to tell you what i really feel"
He said before insulting You in ways you couldn't imagine a dad could
Insulting the way You talk
Walked
Acted
And behaved
and yelling at you as you cried

Hes so honest
But sometimes You want to be lied to
You want your dad to say a pretty lie
To make you feel better

"Will they care if I die?"

Insomnia is a thief that steals my sleep
The hours and minutes tick by, an agonizing reminder that sleep won't come
Like the ouroboros, my quest for sleep consumes me
Insomnia traps my mind in a restless cage
The moon never sets in my mind, an eternal sunny day mocking me
Like the ouroboros, my struggle for sleep loops back on itself
Insomnia places me in a dark maze without escape
The hours I spend awake feel like an eternal road with no start or end
Like the ouroboros, we both devour ourselves endlessly in our despair
Insomnia keeps my mind turning over and over, and I never settle into sleep

I have the heart of an artist
A poetic heart some might say
And able to feel it all
But with a mind like this
And with thoughts like these
What I really need
Is a heart of a fighter
Decorated with razors
That scream “Don’t touch me”

Do I consider myself a poet?
(No, you're horrible, a wannabe, and an imposter)
Do my words captivate those around me?
(No, they leave people indifferent)
Do my eyes capture things others can't?
(No, you see the world like everyone else)
Do I play with my words and sentences?
(No, they're dull and bland like vanilla)
Do my words convey emotions and experiences?
(No they convey the boringness of a white wall)
Do my words piece together like a puzzle?
(No they're water and oil)

So I looked at you with confusion
The theater curtains were down
The lights were off
No one is in the audience
Empty Seats
So why do you keep acting?

Live in fear
Of an Artist making masterpieces
Based on the pain you've inflicted onto them

Scream and hit the Children
And watch their hopes and dreams burn
What will be of our Children?
What will be of our future?

Are the words that come out of my mouth really mine?
Am I just a brainwashed child?
Are the thoughts I type really mine?
Am I just filled with false lies?
Are the letters and constants I repeat in my head really mine?
Am I believing verses that aren't even true?
Are the actions I do really mine?
Am I eating up your words like you want me to?
Are the looks and trends I follow my own free will?
Am I following morals that are really mine?
Are your words even true?
Or are your words filled with tricks and lies?

And he cries
Because she wouldn’t open her eyes
To face the truth

I sigh
you get mad
I get confuse
But apparently
My sigh
Told you
More words
Than I ever could

How can you hate
Something you made?
How can you hate
Something you raised?
Why do you hate me so much?
I just want your love
No, not even
I just want you to see me
Acknowledge me
Please

"Mirror Mirror on the wall
How will you depict me today?"
They asked, and the mirror shakes his head
"You've got it all wrong
I only show the truth
The way you perceive it however
Thats all on you"

your compliments are overwhelming
never have I felt so much love, so validated
it feels like a ticking time bomb, too good to be true
I'm not used to this feeling, and I don't know if i'll ever be
strangers across the screen who may be miles away
nicer and kinder than the people I call family and friends
why do you take the time out of your day to compliment my words and sentences?
why do you say such nice words although you don't know me?
Lumim, CJ Sutherland, Liana, Sora, friends and supporters I've made here
And so many more
Thank you

And I told you about my darkest secrets
Things I had never told anyone
I told you about my sorrow and darkness
That's in my heart

And yet
You still look at me as if I was the Sun

We're two sides of the same coin
Except I dont know if Im heads or tails

She kept swallowing her anger
Every single time
Until it choked her

They said she was as delicate as glass
When in reality she was as delicate as a bomb

I crave for the smell of my half broken ac
Drawing in peace
Letting my mind wander endlessly
But now I’m confined
To A B C and D
Bubbling letters
For all of eternity

Love warrior
Here we are
Drawn together
Like a beggar falling

How can a world full of humans have so little humanity?

The shoemakers shoes
Are battered and beaten
Worn out and tired

The shoemakers shoes
Are his determination
To keep making shoes
In hopes to get his own

He cried
Not because he was sad
But because he had everything
and yet
He was still sad

I feel your sympathetic glare on me
I look at the ground
And marvel at at its patterns
To distract myself

If you really wish to help
Dont be sympathetic
Be empathetic

Even if your lies are served
On a silver platter
With gold flakes
It won’t change
How ******* disgusting it tastes

They laughed at the fish
Because he couldn't climb the tree
And laughed at the koala
Because she couldn't swim

The cameras rolling!
Smiles on people!
Nobody wants to see you frown!

Hopeless lovers
In a daze
Kissing under
Some white grapes
Maybe
It’ll fix
Some of their
Past rainy days

Powdered Dreams
And Pill-Shape hope
A Needle’s Kiss
A false escape

But soon it fades
The pain returns
The truth unfolds

Left alone
With sweaty hands
Chasing deceitful comfort
That slips like sand

Renewal is wanted
A path to heal,
To break these chains
And to once again feel.

You opened the window and the rain came and wet everything
It’s your fault your room is now destroyed
Your fault because you opened the window
Even though you just wanted a breeze
And needed to breath some fresh air
And couldn’t have predicted that there would’ve been a violent wind
It’s your fault
Your fault

Your child cries
In the middle of the night
Worrying too much about their life
Feeling like they're about to die
Because you never take their side
Asking themselves "why?"

But I guess your child is fine