What does emptiness look like?
Is it Black or is it White?
A white wall demands to be decorated
For humans to rip its core; to find colour
It contains no depth, no personality
White is easily contaminated
White often viewed as pure;
Disguised as a being without experience.

White has no feelings, it begs for a reason to exist
Given that purpose it only serves to brighten a colour.

A black wall demands an answer
For us to give it meaning; to look deeper
It contains emotions, a mystery
Black prompts us to look beyond the surface
Black often seen as a threat;
Screams out individuality.

Where is black contains darkness,
Where is black contains a story,
Where is black, contains a wall that was once a blank, white wall.

prolonged insanity kept at its barest minimum
will cause unascertained depth among the sanest

Kiss me
                
                           Take me to bed

Then,
                                    punch me in the nose
                            ****** my mind with your rage

                                                                   and forgive me nothing
Hold me tenderly
                       as your friend
                                                        and      keep      my secrets
          
                          Interlock your fingers         into mine

show me your eyes
                                  allow me the depth of your soul
               or
                            the chance to kindle
                                              your intricate loveliness

Feel something         &
     allow yourself to feel it first
                                                        before tearing it apart for answers

Please don’t mind me,
I’m just a splinter of the past.
Wandering blindly,
and hands are tied so I can’t grasp.
Just like the thought,
of giving up after giving all I’ve got,
I admit that it wasn’t a lot.

Now it’s too late to pretend
that I’m not broken; could be so easy to mend,
I’ll hide the shatter point where you made me bend.
I’ll return to my other fix,
it succeeds in dulling my heart with it’s mind tricks,
a perfect combination just mix and blend.

Nightly I lay awake
sketching scenarios involving us,
where you give and I take,
I return equal amounts; a benefit of respect & trust.
When it’s time to fill in each word,
I admit I’m aware I’m not what she deserves,
someone better who won’t lose their nerve.

‘Cause it’s too late to pretend
that it’s not plagued in every thought I spend,
should be thankful that I’m important enough to still be called friend.
And there’ll always be somebody else,
completely oblivious to a heart’s wealth,
and too focused on their self to ever expend.

We can’t fix the mistake
but we can make a new one;
drain each ocean and lake,
and completely block out the sun.

Yes it’s too late too pretend
that you’re not draped in every word I’ve penned,
even with the lowest odds I’ll still contend.
And do you see each blow and broken bone,
wishing that I’d just leave and find a home?
On me you can depend to not be alone,
do you think the same you could lend?

Don't let it fade,
Because what we have, Isn't a trade
Let's decide, not to keep our feelings sacred
Whatever it is, let's confront
& try not to escape.
.
Downfalls are usual,
Obviously, they'll be irrational
Only when,
What we have, turns
Un-conditional.
.
Relationships shouldn't be as hard as coal,
If it's Love,
It shouldn't be the BODY first,
But, the SOUL.

“I fall in love with words, so how could I not fall in love with yours? How could I not fall in love with the beautifully weaved lies? How could I not fall in love with the words that flowed like melody and phrased like lyrics holding emotional depth? How could I not fall in love with the perfect illusion of the love you had? How could I not fall in love with image of how beautiful I was by the compliments you sent my way?”