everything is meaningless and i
mean it. there's no point to this
there's no point to me there's no
point in existing other than to
breathe and love and make sense
of why we're here and
i'm sick of people telling me that the smart ones
are the sad ones
because i'm not smart,
i'm sick.
i'm vomiting up all the
feelings that are so overused
and overexaggerated that i cannot
tell what is normal or not
until someone informs me
that daydreaming
of slashing wrists and leaking
red when i
drop a glass of water
isn't normal. i used
to think everyone was
this way and i used to
think there'd be some
cure
to this, some magic pill
filled with stardust
and a tendency for
chemical codependency
that would make
me stop throwing up
all the feelings
bottled in the pit of
my stomach. (the
magic pill made me throw up,
just not the bad things. only
the good ones.) and
i can't stop thinking about
how everything is meaningless
and we are all here
and they are all there
and no one will ever
know one another completely
and that's not okay with me.
it's not.

Those who seek constant conflict
Often are bored and unhappy
Those who fish for compliments
Often are empty and vain
Those who are impatient
Often are quick to anger and slow to resolve
Those who are arrogant
Often are the most insecure
Those who are unforgiving
Often are manipulative
Often these are all of us
At one time or another
So...
Be at peace
Seek happiness constantly
Endlesssly fill the heart with beauty
Be patient infinitely
Resolve often
Present yourself humbly
Forgive always

ilike to write out my thoughts
With matching words
So that I read them to others
And maybe make them smile
Just to make my thoughts worth a while

ilike to write out my thoughts
on a blank paper
So I fill it in black and white
For my darker times, they may sparkle a light

ilike to write out my thoughts
forming poetic rhymes
So that someday when I am enraged
they hold me from crossing lines

ilike to write out my thoughts
often within my imagination
which I soon forget
After all, death is, to every creation..

She said,
Falling in love isn't the dream you think it is

Now I'm just stuck with thoughts of being everything in your Knightmares.

Slowly losing control,
Strings tugging away at my soul,
My mind is hazy.

These masks are my sanctuary,
Even though they make me feel like a liar.

I am no good at anything; useless.
So I put on a new mask everyday,
To cover up my mistakes from yesterday.  

Hold your breath,
Let your heart grow hazy and hollow,
Forget what your purpose is.

You are just another masked being,
Ready to dive in deep of your own mortality.
Losing your true identity to all of those masks.

Slowly losing control,
Letting everything go.
As you let yourself go, and the masks take control.

Pickaxe swings,
shards fly.
Pieces move,
yet inners hide.

I've been swinging
both day and night.
Understanding you
is a futile fight.