Oh darling, why haven't you learned how the heart cowardice disappears for the sake of loved one yet comes trembling back in before them?
Why haven't you learned that those grand gestures of love are just quick instincts for you?
Why you haven't stopped serving your flesh on platter and giving your bones as rich delicacy?
Why do belittle your brittle heart to commend to other's world?
Why do caress wounds which makes you spiral, not on your body but only because it's on other's ?
Decades went by as you sink in your bed.
Your tears grew mold as your eyes shred.
With lingering hope you called for an voice to answer,
a hope to receive
yet all you ever got was a cold shoulder,
a close call to defeat.
Now, you're on your feet.
Laying bricks one at time.
saying, it'll be a memory or a story to tell
smiling ever so softly and lull
your glow can purify this hell.
though you still cling to them,
as a friend or companion or as a soul
though how can i tell?
as i watch you from the distance one could get ;
is the circus missing a fool ? Or did the school miss a ghoul?

Oh my, don't cry
There'll come a better day
Your body looms so high
Yet has taken a shade of gray

Please don't give in
I hear your thundering scream
Don't let these demons win
Or watch the tears stream

Fear is not an option
Watching the fire in your eyes
A menacing rath which grew
Past the cage of these treacherous lies

Your power consumes now
It rips us all off our feet
Begging for mercy is not allowed
As howling terror roams the street

Deadly flames strike the building sides
The world setting ablaze
Only in destruction do you feel pride
Coating us in your smokey haze

Screeching fills the empty homes
Wrecking it all, brick by broken brick
This feasting power feels all but alone
The revolution of a craving lunatic

Then there begins the echo
As you start to lose your voice
The tears sprinkle as it all lets go
We know you'll be back-there's no other  choice

Now I stand amidst the destruction
I know the pain, I feel your ache
Without mourning, we'll never function
These stormy nights are no mistake

slumber
oh how i wish to paint it golden
let me find peace in nothingness
find the missing amity i'm desperate for

slumber
always weeping without it
please come to me soon
i might go mad, keep me from going lunatic

slumber
i slowly fall into your arms
i trust you more than anything else
don't let me lose my wings when i hold your hand

slumber
you hold me even more tight than before
my bones numb and skin blue 
quite the hostage, isn't it?

slumber
you ripped my wings off and took me under yours
it felt so much better, goodbye sweet joy
i now am dependent on something that worsens me, but i believe it's for the better.

Pieces of shrapnel
It drifts on by,
Invisible to your naked eye.
It solicits no hand,
No beckon to the why.
It offers no reason,
No mark to signify.

Pieces of shrapnel
Just searching
for its place,
Scouring the wide eyes—
The hopeless,
The grace.
To know its name
Is to give it a face.

These pieces of shrapnel
Have found its place.

Did fear flicker
in the phoenix’s eyes
when the fire began?
Did she set herself aflame
not knowing if she’d rise again?

Her heart igniting
from the inside out,
Devouring her familiar cage
Consuming the world she called her own.

Did she wonder,
was this her final breath?
Ash holds no whispers of spark—
no promise of return.

Or did she welcome the blaze,
Facing the heat of change?
Free to fly, fearless of the flames
that transformed her.

How many more murders will we grieve in this dark night?
Dog bites and sound bytes
Debris from bomb kites...
Death and destruction on all sides
Whilst they watch from hot air balloons
Hollow-heartedly high
How many more surreal acts lie?...
More backing down
Staying out
Safe and sound in the parachute blot of a blasted cocoon as it sinks to the ground...

How do I cross
a line that hasn’t been drawn,
How do I hold
the might of a thundering storm,
How do I kiss
the sea until it withdraws?

How do I break
A wall that hasn’t been built,
How do I pick
the flowers without letting them wilt,

How do I kiss
The sea until it withdraws?

How do I
Kiss
The sky

Until it withdraws?

After an iteration of lying silent,
Slowly breathing
In and out
Enduring a lifetime of suffocation,
Something is seen.
Amongst the ashes of what once existed
And along the edges of the things that used to grow,
Life begins again
A warmth and a green haze that belies
The reckless abandon
Of all that used to be.
The whisper of Hope begins
A hoarse and hollow voice
Folding in on itself
While it echos across the barren wasteland
Of old, storm-worn steps
That lead into the coming days.
I look up
At the ashes that still fall,
Settling at my shredded feet
In piles of gray
And despair.
But Hope's voice grows ever louder
Though it never rises above a mutter,
Weak and worn
From years of oppression.
My eyes land on a single shade of blue
That birthed the emerald Hope
Among the ashes of the past.
And in a swirling maelstrom of ephemeral understanding,
I can now see:
There will be music here again
It may be many an era before its strands
Pluck through the dust
Of the destruction wrought
But there will be music here again.

I am
deliberately
destroying our family.

They say a wise woman
builds her home—
I am removing every brick
we so carefully
stacked.

But do not blame
my wisdom,
or the lack of it.

If only I could show you
all the possible endings
of our story—
the ones I’ve built and rebuilt
in my mind and heart—
and still
it would not be enough
for you to forgive me,
for me to forgive myself,
for the shame
of becoming
a beggar
pleading for life.

Jesus, son of David—
have mercy on me.