lost in the hallways of your oppressed existence
unaware that one person could accommodate so much tragedy,
you weren't alone but it was hard to tell through all the darkness,
as the world burdened you
you burdened me
unaware that while you were bruising on the outside, i was bruising within
constantly searching for a window to open to scream out "i love you"
you should know that for every poisonous word you hear, i am screaming out "i love you"
and every time you claw at the surface of you and at the entirety of me, i will always scream "i love you"
you convince yourself you're worthless
and sometimes i start to believe it too
but then i find a new door
and unearth something new, stop burying yourself under your discontentedness and let me show you what i've found
you have so much inside you but you don't let us make a sound
i finally find windows but you've got them locked tight
pushing past an ocean of admirers i give up the last of my fight
and with waves crashing behind me, poison seeps through the panes
i lift my hand up to touch it but i still feel the same
i want to open up the latches and scream out "i love you" but i can't say a word
everyone around you is telling you they love you but you lock us away and you don't let us be heard,
yet we consume this poison willingly, and hand in hand wade through the halls
and when we finally find that open window
you know
what we'll call

m.g.

What I'm feeling is quite the cliche
But with so many stars out, what else can one say
I know one of them is you, but which
I'll count and search for you until my good eye starts to twitch
Search for you until I am quintessence of jealous
You are the one hanging with the lunar beauty that makes me zealous
With promises to keep, I shouldn't be joining you anytime soon
Until I can reach you both on my own, grant me your boon

I often think about death. A lot people scared about death. but a few of people trying and wishing to die. I wonder how it feels like to die, is that good? or is it the best escape from all of this life?
but I thought death won't realize anything. I live in death, it's not good. it's *****. alone. small. invisible. and you were nothing but a small memories. no love. no glory. no victory. you were still alone, and no one listen to you.
so I guess death doesn't release you from anything. and death doesn't mean your heart have to stop beating. we life to fight ourselves and the whole world, and when we lose, there's always a way to come back to life.

“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,*******.

ducking always the touch of must and shall,
whose slippery body is Death’s littlest pal,

skilled in quick softness.  Unspontaneous.  cute,

the signal perfume of whose unrepute
focusses in the sweet slow animal
bottomless eyes importantly banal,

Kitty. a *****. Sixteen
                            you corking brute
amused from time to time by clever drolls
fearsomely who do keep their sunday flower.
The babybreasted broad “kitty” twice eight

—beer nothing,the lady’ll have a whiskey-sour—

whose least amazing smile is the most great
common divisor of unequal souls.

We.
In a table together
choked with warm colors
of our skin.
Suspended by the music
my breaths
and your prayers.
Hostages of our desires.
Trapped by life.

Being an actor or actress
Doesn't mean you are on broadway,
Or a star of a hit reality TV show.

Being an actor or actress
Means you step onto the stage
And give it your all.
You accept the spotlight
Not as a blinding piece of equipment,
But as a sun shining on you,
Bringing you to life.
When you hear the term
Break a leg
You form a grin,
Knowing it's not literal.
When the laughter
Of a crowd on opening night
Encourages you and gives you hope.

Being an actor or actress
Isn't about the flowers
Or the repetitive good jobs after a show.
Being an actor or actress
Is about the butterflies you get
Before you go on stage.
It's about the energy you feel
When you and your cast
Do something spectacular
On stage.

Being an actor or actress
Is an outlet from the real world.
It allows you to step onto stage
And forget about the boy
Who broke your heart,
Or the money struggles,
Or the bombs going off
In other countries.
It allows you to step into
A new and exciting universe,
Where nothing else matters except,

Being an actor or actress.

My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further ******
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body.