What can we do in the end?
When our existence has become completely soulless…
And the world as we know it doesn’t deserve our perception of it…

Where’s the colour?!

What can we do?
Something, anything?
Something real? Love repeated…

Remember that thing… how it gleamed…

And now, there’s nearly nothing…    
Nearly nothing because of what we’re doing…
And what we’re letting them do…

And there’s no god to save us,
Just our words and power…
Power that should be as simple as a flower that welcomes the smeller…
But instead we’re being devoured by a scent so sick and seductive it makes us shiver before being swaddled in its shadow…

An oxygen and spirit-******* force that won’t stop slowly eating us until we give up the joke inside of us - the fake rose, the front; all our artificial flavour and fervour - the real desire is deep within and we’ve all felt and feel it like a vast river that connects all our fears and wonders, making us better, stronger, longer, brighter, grander, wholer - together - an awesomely dazzling luminous light that should never be underestimated by some jester…

I miss your sweet amber eyes
It reminds me of the sun
Warming me with your sight

Wait

Were they ocean blue eyes?
Like a calm sea, drowning me
With so much love and admiration

No

They were green for sure
Precious emeralds that sparkled
A life and future I can see us in

Ah

They were hazel actually
A spectrum of ever-changing beauty
That memorized me so easily

Oh

I'm almost certain they were deep gray
Like a thunderstorm made out of
The passion we had shared

But

No matter how hard I try
I can't remember the last time
We looked at each other's eyes

Sometimes, just the feeling that someone might be remembering us is also a happiness…!!!

World, forget me
For I am just another dandelion
blown away too soon in a field,
before the children came to play
World, forget me
because I am just another cut,
from the blade of society
To linger, and to disappear
World, forget me
because the seas will continue
to crash against the sands
and the clouds will continue
to rain against the ground
The winds will forever continue to blow,
world forget me,
because I'm just a candle
in a world of wildfires
To be blown out
once it kept someone warm
World, forget me
because my silence will bring peace
and absence will bring
a warm embrace,
to sweep across the lands
World, forget me
because one more window broken
is just another replaced,
forget me because
my breath will save
the one who needs it more
the ones in the closets,
the ones in the seas,
the ones in space
who can't come down to earth
World, forget me
because I am just one to the world
and none to one
so forget me, because
one more gone
wouldn't make a difference
especially one
lacking
everything
needed

The past cannot be changed
  But then why
Does it repeat in my head
  Like a broken record

Running to forget
    But every step
Becomes a name
----Everything I regret
If I become fast enough
Can I match the speed
of which it disappeared?

The past cannot be changed
   But then why
Has my mind become a graveyard
  of all my thoughts buried
Because it kept changing you

Some say that the world will end in fire, and some say it’ll end in ice
Some say that the world will end in explosion, the cause of the despise
Some say that we’ll move to a world we’ll learn to love, to miss our home
That we destroyed, So we’ll fly away again into the stars but still we are alone
Some say that the world will end in darkness, when our beloved light goes out
Or the god that is said to rule us, will tire and we’ll never know what the story was about
Some say that the world will end in nothing, for we’ll not comprehend it when it comes
We’ll be angry or upset, in our last moments, or perhaps holding the ones we love
I don’t know how the world would end, but maybe it’ll end when we do
The earth will grow back into the place that it deserved to
Or maybe it will end when the world breaks apart, unable to hold itself any more
Or maybe it will be when we are the ones to tear apart, ****** and full of gore
Or maybe it will never end, and though we will stop life will continue on
In a universe without us, in a universe where we are all gone
Silence of the world, slowly rocking itself asleep
Our cries were no more, nothing else to believe
Perhaps we were not meant to be in the start, for this world is out to ****
And battling nature, we’ve begun to feast at each other, our own blood what spills
There are a million ways that the world will end, and for us it seems important
But we continue to ignore that we are the cause of almost all of them
Maybe the end doesn’t matter, because at the last page of a book we cannot write more
We do not write the story, the path of fate, we know not what’s in store
So maybe if we work to make it better than it was, and maybe make it last
And not be stuck in our heads about who to love, when the world’s ending so fast
Perhaps we don’t need a war, and maybe we need unity
But there must be some sort of end, even in eternity
We can just live today as if it doesn’t exist, smile some more instead of smiling so less
The people that will come will go, and it’s okay to make a mess
Remember to clean up, for someday this will all end, best to make a home out of nothing left
Let’s leave something so the ink doesn’t dry up too soon, write our own story
While fate writes ours too

i don't remember
when i gained consciousness.

i don't remember
when i started to
really feel things
and become a moody
teenager.

i don't remember
much of the years before high school.

just the key memories.

that kid that once asked
"why is that tree naked"
as the leaves started to fall
off of the tree.

my first true best friend
who once gifted me
a quartz crystal --
fake or not,
it  meant a lot.

the teacher i had
in grade four
who made books interesting
for the kids who got bored easy.

the last thing i remember
the most
from those years
would have to be my old house.

i haven't forgotten my last birthday there.

i turned ten,
i got presents the night before
and i saw my grandparents the next day.
i ate my favourite cake.
two big slices for turning double digits.

but the rest?
i hardly remember.

i don't remember my first concert.
i don't remember all the birthdays before ten.
i don't remember all the laughs.
i don't remember those forgotten
and special memories..

i want to.
but i can't.

they're just a blur now.

If I stare at a wall
long enough,
I lose track of
what it’s for.

Penguins in the abyss
return with fish
to feed their chicks.

Kiss me
before you remember
what I do
for a living.

Wake me for love
when it buries itself
in dirt.

Love me in pieces
like I’m meant
to be shredded.

Let’s go away
to never remember
ourselves and
forget to return.

Someday, I’m going to
let go of
this guy,
brittle leaves and
pancake batter.

If you ever
meet me,
make a fellowship of knuckles
to pay for the party.

Time’s up.
Make nice
and roll over—
Death’s dancing
with you tonight,
darling.