Faces are recreated on a piece of paper,
Words copied from my mind and saved for later.

Cause the windows of my mind are my eyes,
And the view is not something I've improvised.

I'm just enjoying being a passenger with such potential,
Getting inspired by the events even if not sequential.

And in turn art is a part of me, woven so beautifully,
That I use the colors of Twilight, waves and trees.

I'm trying to savor the universe so that it never runs out,
I've turned its essence into more shades of pastels than I can count.

I've written its stories in the memories of timeless books,
So diverse and enchanting, some I never understood.

I'm in love everyday, but I'm also forlorn too,
I cry my sorrows to the sun as it dives into the blue.

I'm so small, I'm so inferior to the creator,
But as long as I'm alive, everyday I'm an innovator.

I read it on a t-shirt, 'One shot, Two kills',
What do I know?
Maybe there's a beauty in the way blood spills.

Instead of holding a pencil, you hold so much grudge,
Everyone around turns into cardboard targets,
Maybe this is life, who am I to judge?

You paint with too much red, and the occasional black,
The only two colors I know,
Just like I know your menacing eyes, two hawks.

But what I only ever knew were her love and kindness,
She carried me dutifully,
Till the black hole in your chest told you 'Shoot! Don't miss!'

My mother, she's the only world I'd ever visit,
What a grace from God,
He gave me a one-way ticket.

As she cradled me inside her one last time,
She whispered 'they are monsters,
Angels like you have better fate than mine'

A bleeding ******, and a broken umbilical cord,
What a peaceful way
To say goodbye before hello was told.

You're such a heroic murderer, everyone should be proud,
'Human rights' saved your kids,
But I was on the wrong side of the fight, so I died without a sound.

On the edge of the balcony,
The world teaches my head to rotate,
My spine surrenders its balance,
My hopeless body waits.

Fed up with human-crafted idealism,
Along with all human functions,
I bottle up all emotions,
And set this dim night to action.

The volt is raised,
The time, a haze,
The night, a home,
The cold, so warm.

The picture is now ruined,
Each shred its own standalone story,
All I feel is coursing adrenaline,
As I dig a deep hole to bury all my glory.

Standing in line with hollow light bulbs,
I wait like an addict for the dose,
Every last memory not convincing enough,
As the switch is finally being closed.

The volt is raised,
The time, a haze,
The night, a home,
The cold, so warm

And the metaphor become reality,
As I become addicted to the echoes,
The world shut out like an outage,
So the only thing alive is my voice.

Speed limits, all but a dream,
No remorse nor guilt to hit the breaks,
I'm alone with no ties,
Don't believe in friends or family's sakes.

I find more and more like me,
Vanity and selfishness put in a mixer,
Dim mutant stars living an eternity,
With only thirsty desires to be watered.

Birth date and place, the advocate night,
It spreads its arms till we prevail,
Humanity switch is now a temptation,
To more animals with 4 limbs and tails.

Now that scene on the balcony,
Such a long walk from there,
Comparing that volcano,
To this new software.

I am now a blank canvas,
With no pressure to spill colors,
I just exist to be,
Haven't got a nerve to suffer.

I see them pure people in my memories,
Now drinking the virulent night,
Two worlds being carbon-copied,
Death suits being worn alive.

The smoke colors the universe,
A place no longer suitable for life,
Who would abide to the rules?
When we've all lost humanity signs.

Hearts, now glazed,
Time, no longer a grace,
The cold, a curse,
A search for another earth.

A band of thoughts are attempting suicide at the periphery of my mind,
I'm just a wastebasket hiding behind pile after pile,
A fertile land for damaged possibilities and short-lived dreams,
A rainfall of time but at my alter the minutes just freeze.

A choice to end my head out of its inevitable misery,
Sell my dreams to pay my passive soul's endless fees,
Or maybe buy some time never mind how high the bill,
But all my solutions stand under the impossible.

And while I wait with static arms and sleeping feet,
The walls that are turning grey stare at me with pity,
A million moons have risen and a million stars have departed,
My head just needs to say the words to my heavy heart.

Visualizing the future when every possibility suddenly happens,
Is a castle of ice that just melted on my head all of a sudden,
It's the moment when my eyes look up and I take everything in,
It's now because otherwise it's gonna be ... when?

If you've read any of my texts,
You'd know that I'm obsessed
With those crayons of nature,
Also known as spectrum colors.


My life continues to unravel in each spec,
I've been in the Grey longer than you'd expect,
I was confused, uncertain and hesitant,
I was neither the black nor the white end.

I've also met the Blue and I sank to my knees,
With black circles and my forehead creased,
Eyes leaked, breaths suffocated and silence killed,
Dark nights trapped you against your will.

But I can't deny that I've seen the Yellow,
Curved lips, high on laughter that you can't swallow,
Bright days mingled with good friends and health,
I'd be ungrateful if I said I wanted anything else.

But I've always had my eyes set on that one color,
It's the last one and for me it is like no other,
It's the color of dreams, the pleasure of my head,
It's the very beautiful purple also known as violet.

And as you look closer, the journey is complete,
You meet all those specs with every step of your feet,
The grey, the Blue, the Yellow, those are the waves,
That carry your boat to the Purple dreams that you crave.

Right
Is it a hand?
Is it a direction?
Is it a command?
Is it an intention?

What is right?
How do you know it?
Is it counted by numbers?
Or studied in schools?
Can it be outnumbered?
What are the rules?

Right
Is it a feeling?
Is it a *******?
Is it appealing?
Or a lame hallucination?

How can I be "right"?
When the world is divided into two?
Every pole is claiming it's validity
Some are too intrigued but don't have a clue
And some are sitting on sofas arrogating others' stupidity

So what is right?

And how come no one ever questioned this 5 letter word?

Everyone is focused but their sense of mind is blurred

You can read a book or recall something you've heard

But there's no magnet that pulls you to it 'cause that'd be absurd

Why then would you need a mind that interprets  
Everyone has a since of duty to something they want to protect

But don't they know that no color is like the other even if stirred

We come into this world and think that some things should be preferred

But that doesn't make them placed first, second or third

And now we're crowds walking like a group of herd

Right
Well...write
Til you can find a meaning to this concept and you might.
But stick to your pole, no need to fight,
'Cause we're humans we don't bite.
And nothing's black and nothing's totally white.

Fluorescent lights showering the room,
As two pea-like eyes started to bloom.
Amazement in the irises of the newly born,
Novelty in the skin she has newly worn.

It's the same date but the moment has changed,
The eerie newness by usual comfort is replaced.
The mind is fighting, racing ahead of time,
Beauty and grace in her features intertwine.

The small mass of flesh in the back of her head,
Her feet moving to a new unknown ahead,
The shade of her complexion remaining the same,
No wind nor breeze touching her undying flame.