Lead AstrayI've been thinking of your story lately...As beautifully sad as it is,I'm beginning to see the faint holes--it doesn't-Fit-quite right...Like a misplaced puzzle piece.But who am I to say what's right?I only know half the battle, somaybemaybemaybeyou can show me the right pieces, butI just don'tknowanymore.
To Be AliveYour life is a thing of beauty ,God-given.You were made special,A strand of genes codedspecificallyFor you.You're made forSomething great,Something amazing.And though life may be aR o l l e r c o a s t e r ,You'll get such a rushOnce you've made it out... alive.
VictimI dared call myselfVictimDespite a loving familyPlethora of friendsAnd an army of believersWho made me face the day head-strongBecause I was bulliedDown:Shaken downBeaten downTorn downAnd up:Torn upBeaten upShaken up.I should have told them toShut upTo shut them down.Still...People do thisOnceTwiceThriceIn a lifetime at least;Moreover.They victimizeSelf-victimAnd be victimed.We can'tescapeThe prosecutors of lifeJustAvoid becoming them.
HaikuIt's a sad life whenThe one you love so deeplyWill never love you.
WIPMy writing seems to beOn a hit-or-miss basis.I try to hit a home runBut I can't quite touch the bases.Shameless,Everything I write is a frameless,Faceless piece of work I try to hang on a wallOf the room that's closing in on meAnd I can't think at all.Think?!Are you crazy?I can't even breathe I've written nothing lately,it's like my brain is on freeze!Why do problems like thisAlways seem to happen to me?
SoldierI am a soldier.I look out upon the faces of manywho see me and think hero,but I am anything but.I'm nothing but a pawn used"to serve and protect"...all I do is take the lives of the ignorant.They don't know any betterthan what the generation before them taughtand bullet after bulletthey fallto the groundlike broken toys worn out at the hands of a child.Slowly, slowlythey falland leave the lives they brought up at home.I am a soldier.
A Sinner's LullabyHush little baby,Don’t say a word.The lines between good and sinAre blurred.Close your eyes,And say goodnight.Maybe somedayYou’ll find your light.Have sweet dreams,My dear young love.The innocenceYou’re barren of.Hush little baby,Rest your head.Your shining hopeIs not yet dead.
Mirrored EyesMy mirrored eyesReflect what people seeNot my liesBut yet it’s meCast the shadowThat steals my formRelease the arrowUnleash the stormThe damns break apartSealed inside no moreIt took but a single dartTo penetrate the coreYou've unleashed a seaThat was locked awayDeep inside of meAll my fears are washed awayBut then I returnTo the place I floodWhat didn't burnIs stained in bloodI clean the messI left behindThe game of chessAt last aligned
Shove me under cold watersWhy is this world so cold?Why do their stares match their hearts?What did I do to them..?I was born this way priest..Why do your followers hate me so much?Why do they wish to burn me on a stake?Why do they chant for me to burn in Hell?Have I truly done anything wrong?Is being born like this a sin?Why is hiding who I truly am gonna save me?Priest..Will you baptise me today?Will you pray for me, every night before you close your eyes?Or will you shun me like your followers have?Is your religion just smoke and mirrors?What do I have left to hold on to?Shove me under cold waters, priest.Or I will plunge into them myself...
Broken LetterSometimes I wake to silence,And my heart breaks again.Sometimes I hear your laughterin the echoes of the rain,some times I feel your handtouching mine, and feel the painas I remember you are no longer there.If it would mean that for a dayI could walk with you,I would sell my soulfor a chance to make that true.If I could hold you for a momentI know I could make it though, but I can't, and darkness fills me.I think some times how easyit would be for me to die.I lie awake and think of you, alone I sit and cry, and in the shadow of my painI cling to life and tryto be someone that you can view with pride.Each day I work my handstill they bleed and break.each night I sit and sufferas I relive each mistake,Always have I loved you,without you here I fear I'll break.But for you I will try to hold on.In my dreams you call my nameasking why I let you go.You look on with teary eyessuch inner pain your face will show,and wake in tears of anguishfearin
JackCarve out my insideLeaving me hollow and coldWith a fake smileAnd a falsely burning heartToo soon I’ll just rot away
It all means nothingThose months I spent with you.Laughing,Crying,hugging..Did they really mean nothing?Do you really want to hide me from everyone?What am I gonna be for you?!Just a fucking ghost?Your ghost?!Why does this hurt so bad?This feeling of impenetrable loneliness,this darkness that surrounds me everyday!Didn't you understand the love I felt for you?Didn't you understand how long I wanted us to mean something...But now..Just now!It means nothing!Everything we ever were is nothing!Just nothing!just nothing....nothing..
Little BirdHello little birdy,Won't you bring me along.I see you chirping so beautifully,a very sad song.You fly with grace,And fly with speed.Chasing your other birdy friends,Way up in the trees.Won't you stay a while,Little birdy, with me.I need someone to sit here,And sing with me.But your smart,Little birdy, just you fly away.Don’t stay with the girl,That has lost her way.
A Pair of Blue Eyes Oh hark, to my surprise, All I see are those same blue eyes The same eyes filled with wonder, Filled with mystery Which led me to ponder what Became of thier history The pair of blue eyes that haunt me The same eyes that taunt me I see them in the darkest shadows Rising up, hitting me like arrows I feel drawn to thier light, They can be as black as night With that a lot can be told Eyes are windows to the soul The pair of eyes that tease me, The same eyes don't appease me, They try to push me away And thought there is danger; I must stay Those same blue eyes hold a secret I want to see The person who owns them, means so much to me.
The Sky, Last NightJust last nightI saw the sky like I never had beforeit was the epitome of beautyand it captured me in thoughtI stood there in a dazeat the majesty in front of meit was as if I was staringat something I wasn't meant to see
BreezeHe set my soul on fireJust to watch it burn.It feels like it's happened again;It's like they're taking turns.Is that all that a man does,To hurt and hurt again?If so, Then no, I cannot goAnd bring myself to them.