the emptiness of a blank page is my expectation of tomorrow
whether I choose to fill it with joy or sadness is not always up to me but if I colour it with positivity my mind will be free

I want to study chaos when I grow up
Maybe then I'll be better
(Upholding my heart bleeding amber)

Wow,
Hectic,
head on
freight train trauma,
The constant
Non stop
Dissipation,
Distribution of noise,
Immense
Incredible
Overwhelming
Frightening
Worrying,
A siren sounds
Oblivious to life,
People talking so loud
The **** are so proud,
Cars with their
Unconfigurated congestion,
Life racing by
With on obscure obsession,
Beauty rides rough ridges into reality,
The sour and the sombre,
Their shoulders are rubbing
With the rich and famous,
The righteous reason makers,
Serenity shines from a balcony
5 floors up,
And anger
Angst
Immoral institutions,
They rise from the ashes,
They dominate the structure
They furnish our desires,
They instruct our illusions.

Heart of gold
To selfless
To keep the riches to myself
Voluntarily shared the wealth
But most were taking in the form of theft
I use to be filled to the brim
Gold coins overflowing out of the chest
Now when I look inside it
There’s hardly any left
I felt each piece that was taken
Never to be returned
Maybe I should shut the lid
But that’s a lesson I haven’t learned
My heart is to big not to share
So the lid stays open
Even if there’s a risk another gold piece may be stolen