The exquisite blend
Of paint
Melting off the palate

Talk to me about history
The lawless and the just
Years that remained a mystery
Exposed by hate, power and lust

Show me all the written stories
Those full of dust, yet still true
The words of generations
That withered as they grew

I found them as I found myself
In pages much older than I
They put time upon a shelf
and left the wisdom there to die

Talk to me about history
The rise and fall of man
Life remains a mystery
That we still struggle to understand

Moments in life that jab hearts
And make you forget all the bad parts
Short, but potent enough to leave a permanent stain on your memory
Unsexual Intimacy
That tickles both spirits
Forever wishing you could relive it
Your simple presence
The memory and feelings are the only remnants
Inexplicable intenseness

There once was a girl,
She was sweet as can be.
But no one knew that this girl used to get beat.
All they could see was her act of "happiness."
She had a dark painful past.
That no one knew about.
Until one day, she finally broke down.
She trusted them, told them everything.
They told her that everything will be okay. And that they'll never leave.
But....they left her....all alone..
She cares too much, and yet she gets hurt the most.
She tries to trust people, tries to see the good in everyone.
But, it doesn't work how she wants.
She is trapped in a prison in her own mind and body.
She wonders if she'll ever escape.
Every corner she turns, is another dark hole.
She jumps in, hoping to find a way out.
Instead, she just sinks deeper
It's just a big confusing hazy maze that never ends.
There is no escape...