The cloud fades away and the sun rises,
We jest about today being our new beginnings,
When nothing has really changed.

He looks directly into her sullen eyes
'If you don't take your medication
You will without a doubt die'.
She replies damning god's creation
'I don't care if I cease to exist tomorrow
I have done all I have done,
Should you be blessed to live my sorrow
Know that you have had your fun'.

He wrote a letter wishing she was in his arms
'I'm sorry that I couldn't be better
I'm sorry I couldn't keep you from harm
I just wish that this remaining letter
Will slightly help with your depression,
Know that if you need to hurt someone
I can be the punching bag to relieve your aggression
And although I'm not there, I'm never gone.
Should I meet my doom or other words die
Know that you were forever on my mind '

I remember the days when I called you angel
We kept our hearts hidden playing house
But we were truly strangers to one another.
I remember the days when I called you darling
And kept running back to your side
Like I was caught between revolving doors.
I remember the days when I called you my love
Without knowing the true definition of love
Like I had been illiterate my whole life.
I remember the days when I told you I loved you
Without knowing the extent of what 3 words could do
Like a prophet sitting on a million tales.
I remember the days when I saw your face
I wept, I smiled and I laughed on the inside of myself
Where a knife could never ever penetrate.
I remember the days when I cheered upon your success
Where your joy meant my happiness
Only to realise I placed you on a pedestal.
I remember many things, but I can't seem to remember you,
I can't remember the memories,
They say when you part ways with another,
The memories become experiential,
That they either become coated and distorted
In bitterness or sweetness,
That they become coated in beauty,
But I don't remember the memories,
I don't remember you.

I'm not sure if it's an affliction
Or whether its an addiction,
But I see beauty of love on Earth,
And I've witnessed it since birth.

We see the beauty in romance
And that's what separates,
Us from the people who hate dance,
Resulting in diminishing hate.

For every poet I've seen written about being in love
I've seen them evolve to write about the fall out of love
From the brightest suns
To the darkest moons.
I've seen poets write of being in complete love
To writing about being in complete heartbreak.

Are humans so invested in the ideas of love?
I have not read one poem about fishing
Or a poem about common day dancing.

We were never set in stone,
I called you on your phone,
But all I'm getting is dial tone.
No, it wasn't the time zone,
Now I feel somehow alone.
It wasn't that you weren't home.
It was because we were never set in stone,
A cement slab without solidifying finish,
And all the memories shared start to diminish,
We were never set in stone,
All we were,
Were a myriad of complex emotions.

I woke up today. Although the sun wasn't shining, the sky wasn't blue, the bed didn't feel right but I knew if I took a step into today, everything will feel right. I asked myself ' what if today isn't the right one? What if tomorrow's the right one?' then I just keep going because one of these days I would surely have my 'perfect day' once again. I long ago, knew I could never have a perfect day, but I have came close. I came close once. I came close once again yesterday. It's all a build up of expectations, I stopped hoping for a perfect day and slowly made each day perfect.

He refused to grow,
Living life as a one man show,
No room to groom or glow,
Will always be a blow,
From being alone.
He refused to grow,
For growing meant lawns to mow,
ripped clothes he had to sew,
Things he had to know,
And as a result he refused to grow.

...The saddest stagnant sordid reality,
is that even out of the best of his ability,
He could not stop time....
             And as a result,
He was forced to grow

She fell for everything he pretended to be,
He fell because she made him want to be what he pretended to be.

I love you more,
Than the sky will ever know.

I have always enjoyed getting and being lost,
New things to find, to discover no matter what the cost,
New faces and memories turn to photos remaining glossed,
Energy and time left to expend and exhaust,
In hopes I fall at two roads like Robert Frost,
Because by getting lost, we come across,
different things like a coin, we would have thrown or tossed.
I have always enjoyed getting and being lost.

You can search the world for a diamond,
To match the lustre that is her eyes,
You can invent time machines
Just so you could spend a little more time with her.
You could search every speck of sand in the desert
That little grain of gold, just so the hourglass
reads a different measurement of time.
You could give her your world
Expect her not to give you her world
Yet things will never be enough,
Because she is perfect and beautiful
And no matter if the sky is green or blue
You know she'll always be better with someone else,
That isn't you.
You'll always consult with the green eyed monsters
Feeding it your insecurities
Because you have no understanding of how
a girl so beautiful,
Would ever take the time to speak to you.
You know she'll always be better with someone else,
That isn't you.

A fellow poet once told me
I have a self-pitying tone
With every poem I've written.

I will cleanse myself of this affliction-
Rehabilitate that addiction
And send it into annihilation.

I am strong and I will see over the fence
For I can climb any obstacle
And I create my own destiny.

There is no room for fate
In a life where we hold the pen
That write our own stories.

I am the writer,
I am the poet,
I am the one in charge of my life.

I am taking one step forward,
At a time,
To a world by my design.

Demons lurked around her mellow heart,
Ripping at the bones of her ribcage,
She was exposed to falling apart,
As the demons start to set the stage.

Padding her soft mind full of promises and trust,
Her trusting heart full of love and her broken soul full of bandages,
Little had she known the demon was filled with lust,
And after he was done, her heart and soul beared all the damages.

He had the face of a boy,
The tongue of a snake,
He treated her like a toy,
And shown her love that was nothing but fake.

He was a boy
And he had the soul of a demon.

You are a spectre haunting my mind and heart
Your presence looms over me every instance
You stood on your toes creating a shadow over me
To prevent the scorched sun from singeing my flesh
You held your heart while grasping at mine too
You dipped ink to the skies so it remained blue
Lit flames across your skin just to spare me pain
Fell on a thousand razors all aligned like a train
Just to see me be fine once more.

I can't keep it all hidden
Taking secrets after secrets
Till I become bedridden
Holding onto regrets.

I want to know when I let you go
You'll still see the beauty in snow
And when you let go too
I want your skies to remain inked blue.

Your adorableness knows no bounds
And one thing I have truly found
There's a part of me that wants to tell you
That I want to be one rather than two.

I won't let go of you, not ever
But some bonds become sour and sever
So I can't promise you eternity
But I can promise you my love is forever for thee.

I need not know what thou could do for me
But only what mine heart could do for thee.

We are all given a finite life,
A finite number of years,
A finite number of months,
A finite number of days,
A finite number of hours,
Minutes and even seconds.
Treasure every second,
Because being alive is a blessing.

Half of my brain is tired of always being second best.
My other half resents the rest.
There's not enough room for the two and
I think I've gotten crazier from spending so much time with you

Time is limited my dear, we've all been given a set amount of time.
One half of my brain tells me to spend it all with you, but thats a crime
Because that same half screams "Put her into a pit, she won't leave then"
and "IT RUBS THE LOTION ON ITS SKIN OR IT GETS THE HOSE AGAIN".

I've got glitter in my eyes maybe a little blood to
And my heart races whenever I look at you.
I'm not sure if its because I'm having those "visions" again.
They always keep me on the fence.
I just go nuts when you're around.
But if you turn your back you'll be six fit in the ground...
Don't be scared. But if you hurt me I hurt you.
I feel like a clown always tripping over my shoes when you stare.
It's really hard to act like I don't care

I'll wipe the glitter out of your eyes my dear,
And if someone speaks ill I'll cut off their ear.
I'll mix my blood with yours if I have to
Just so we can coat the world in red and not blue.
I've seen what our minds put together looks like
And trust me it looks much better than on a pike.
Anyone dare rise their head above you
And their head will roll on the ground in poo.
But be warned my dear, if you dare leave
Your family will surely undoubtedly grieve,
Because you want to know how I got these scars...
Lets just say the girl who gave me them is sleeping in tar.

Ha ha! Glad you're not talking to other girls.
If you were I'd have to stab you.
But I love you so much that'd I stitch you right back up.
Of course with strands of my hair.
Then I'd always be touching you.
Together me an you can accomplish great things as a team
And when you go to sleep I stare cause your my dream.
Lack of sleep feels funny.
Funny feels good.
Half of my brain is turning to mush...*

I will blow your brains and mine out,
Don't you let half your brain share a doubt,
Because I would want to die together
After all it will only be better.
I'm doing what is only due to me,
We belong in an eternal unity,
No let me phrase that, you are my stuff
And if I wasn't too nice, I'd chain you up
You belong to me, end of story.

A mime while performing a little show for the street watchers notice a woman who seemed to be an angelic presence descended from the Heavens.

He started gesturing in the air, in pretense that he is opening a door and then walking into the door. After about four times of air locking the door, he finally steps through the door and starts to commit the biggest crime a mime could do.

He muttered "You are so beautiful, I had to walk through the door to tell you that you're adoorable".

With a little blush and a little bit of her hands covering her cheeks she questioned the mime's performance, "I thought you're not allowed to speak?"

He took a step back and said "I had to speak just to express mime heart, you beautiful angel".

When you speak of razors and scars,
I feel an indentation into my heart.
While I look at the night's beauty and stars,
You're looking at a way to tear yourself apart.

There's nothing I can do and I have no clue,
I just wish I had a gifted ability to make it better.
All of this, every bit of it is all very new,
Back then you use to be such a go getter.

You used your blood as ink and a blanket as a canvas,
So even if I could kiss it all away, it'll be there later.
So even if I find the Wizard of Oz and escape Kansas,
The pain you cause in my heart is so much greater.

I'm so tired. I want to make you happy but I just don't know how. I'm so very tired. Like a cloud permanently stained with grey. You never rained water only blood, and I could try mend the wounds but I'll never be able to put you back together. The scars that run alongside your arm, has transitioned to run alongside my heart.

The mirror beckons, a beast emerges,
I've fought against fists and thoughts
but at times we give ourselves to urges
and hope remains successful victors.

Oasis clouds caught between drifts
as tide rips waves against waves
caught between the aquatic tidal rifts
avoiding any chance at mistakes.

I look at the mirror with frozen frowns,
I have been here before, just the same;
held onto hope, nailing it down
because I have been called monster
more than I would like to admit.

'Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too.
They live inside us, and sometimes they win.'

The chicken was always questioned,
On it's motives and given suggestions,
To be expected to live it's life without tension,
So between crossing the road in given directions,
Or asked about its formation in natures selection,
It was never a free bird.

Forced to cross the road alone,
Battling depression on its own,
With no space to even roam,
So in the cold, it lets out a groan,
That speaks to heart of stones,
Of its battle against society.
The chicken was never a free bird.

So why did the chicken cross the road?
Because it's masters and joke makers told it to.

So which came first, the egg or the chicken?
Doesn't matter, they are forced to live their ill fate,
As though by some mistake,
They became the rodent of society.

I placed my heart in the palm of your hands,
You threw it away into distant foreign lands.
I gave you my heart and you threw it into a rose bush,
Thorns impaled into its tiny crevices as i felt ambushed.

And

         **That was the day I stopped giving people my heart

I have been there, I don't know whether I'm still there. That dreadful wake where you open your eyes and feel like complete and utter ****. It's a cliche to say mornings like that won't bother so much, fact they bother you more and more but you get along with it. A knife stab across your hand, two hundred times, it'll still bother you that you're bleeding, that you're hurting but if you must get cut might as well wear a smile going with it. I have been to places in my life where tears lubricate my eyes from the complete arid atmosphere, where everything leaves you breathless. I tell you, truly, that those mornings come and go, that every time you look into the mirror you feel a little prouder. I ******* didn't, but I'm sure someone somewhere feels a little prouder every morning, and I applaud these people. I admit, there's moments when you feel like it's a meteor crashing down on your self and everyone around you, the hope you have for love seems like an illusion bestowed upon your worst enemies like a hot cheerleader and an ugly guy prank. It seems all rather too fleeting at times, you could **** yourself but that takes effort and I myself am not one for putting effort into anything. I have known times where I put effort into things, it's all been a calamity one after the other. Yet I held a smile so I welcome all of you to hold a smile as well. You all look beautiful, you all are beautiful, you all look handsome, you all are handsome. Keep living because only by not living will you ever truly be dead.

I asked if you loved me,
Little did my mind know,
That the answer I didn't want to see,
Is the answer you gave me , "NO"

Tomorrow is a brand new start,
To mend the pieces of myself,
To put a bandaid on my heart.
And put away memories on a shelf,

I know not, whether this will reach you
But I wrote this with the sight of your smile in my mind,
The glisten of your hair as the light cuts through;
I wish so hard I could just tell you all in my heart;
And I have laid the words to death for it's right to do,
Yet I yearn to tell you how much you mean to me,
How your beauty is not a combination of one but two,
Your looks and personality has come from the temporal skies,
I begged myself to tell you all the truth,
But I have laid the words to death; for in death,
the words will forever be silent.

"You are exactly opposite of what I want",
"You are way below my expectations",
"You are just here so I get experience",
"You shouldn't talk, you're not an expert",
"You aren't exempt from driving me all the time",
"You're so ugly like a ghost, you need an exorcism".

**Until I became her EX.

Memory is truly fickle,
Unable to describe songs,
Yet can taste a pickle,
For its taste being wrong.

The human mind is trained,
To remember the tainted,
The sounds of an ankle sprained,
Over the painting an artist painted.

We remember the heartaches and pain,
But we forget the beauty prior,
We rarely ever complain,
About the dance but complain about perspire.

I fell in love with Autumn
Not for it's falling leaves
But rather out of boredom
And I now know that I fell in love with the flowers of Spring
Because I did not meet you yet
I did not know the happiness you'd bring
And I am forever grateful now that I know.
As winter came the snow fell around me,
wishing for it to never stop
being around the snow came peace
and calmness wishing you were here.
Winter slowly faded with summer to come
and yet feelings did not fade
But they indeed grew stronger
the smell of the flowers lingered in the air
and everything reminded me of you.

When I was a kid I thought one day,
I could touch the stars.
Now that I am much older,
I realised that I couldn't touch the stars,
The latter makes me feel bleak.

However the beauty is there
And even if I am only allowed to see,
It is a privilege I did not deserve.
I guess I'll always be a star gazer.

He talks to the past
More than he thinks of the future.
He'd recount on friends he lost
Rather than the friends he gained.
He sees the way the die is cast
Rather than the number that appears
And that in itself is his demon.

He reminisces of moments had
Than the memories that could be
He does what he could
Rather than what he should.
He keeps his eyes on the beauty of last
Until he strives for an impasse.

He has given up on the past
And chased the future.
He chases tomorrow's sunrise
With yesterday's sunset.
He chases cars
That he can't even see yet.
He doesn't live in the past
The way a die is cast.

He lives tomorrow
And
Everyday after that.

My heart isn't a toy,
Don't play with it.....
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.....
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...
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Please?

She did happy people things
Despite all the sadness surrounding
She did happy people things
Despite all the madness surrounding
A smile, a giggle, a laugh
She did all happy people things
Wrote poems about chocolate pies
Wrote poems about blue skies
Wrote poems about muscled guys
But
She silenced her cries
So I heard no cries
And she left without goodbyes
As she leapt to her demise.
The way a girl gets her hair dyed
She also ...

Take not what my skin can show you
                        Take what my heart can show you.
Take not what my looks can give you
                          Take what my mind can give you.
Take not what my money can buy you
                            Take what my personality can sell you.
Take my last breath of air.
                             Take my last piece of flesh.
Take my last sight of this world.
                              Take my last sense of smell.
Take my arms and legs if you must.
                               Just please take me.
Take me in your arms.
                               Take me wherever you go.
Take me in your memories.
                                Take me to your heart.

Why do poets always write about love,
As though it is filled with beauty,
As though there aren't grey clouds above,
And to live and love is human's duty.

Why do poets always write about heartbreak,
As though a heart so filled with void,
Could somehow be expressed of how it aches,
And thoughts of what could be is fully employed.

Why do poets not talk about how life is wonderful,
That love is not a necessary part to life,
That we in all our essence make Earth beautiful,
And that love doesn't start with the word wife.

Why must poets colour coat the beautiful world,
And take away from the blue serene skies,
Ignoring nature and all the art it has hurled,
Filling our head with hollywood dreams and lies

Single smile a day
Keeps all the problems away
So I am smiling

Where true love shows,
Is where flower grows,
Right beside her heart,
A rose that can't be torn apart.

Red rose, blue rose, all colours,
Her ribs lay to cover,
Such a golden and loving heart,
He held her in high regard.

Flower petals led her to him,
And their love continued to grow,
Even when lights were dim,
Where he went, she would follow.

In unison, one foot tread after another,
Fingers locked between one another,
As they ventured to see the sunset,
With no thought of any regret.

They projected venomous words
Inducing toxic hurt
As conscience slowly blurred
They'd built homes out of dirt.

Drowning hearts with harm
With hissing forked tongues
Taunting death with a snake charm
Till dirt collapsed lungs.

We'd been given false names
Telling us we were *******
As they fearlessly proclaim
That their words were wishes.

It could not be true
Because through it all
We stood under the same blue
And we stood tall.

So snaked tongues spout criticism
We found ourselves hurt
From all their prideful sadism
And we hid ourselves in the dirt.

With them,
In the place they called home
Where poison was let to roam
Freely.