the range of colors,
in the sky,
i can see your soul,
you let it fly,
i want to be,
with you for now,
then later i can forget,
that you were ever around.
the green,
the blue,
my love for you,
the purple,
the yellow,
the air so mellow,
the wind it blows,
and i let you go,
aurora borealis,
it reminds me of you.

i patiently wait for my demons
to take me to their home,
because i feel that i belong there,
and i know i'm not alone.

Time is a loan
We live every second, with more debt
Our society has locked us in a dungeon
We’re told that we don’t have enough time for things
But why does it matter?
If we don’t even know when we die
Time is limited
We have all the time in the world
Because it’s our time
Not theirs

After I died
everyone was sorrow
For me, there was no tomorrow
Because I was 6 feet under
Did they love me?
I wonder
It doesn’t matter now
Because if they cared for me
I wouldn’t be in my grave
Waiting for them to join me
but they’re trying to be brave
By showing they loved me...
after I died

i stayed up
and talked to the stars
i said everything i could
and talked about you
the stars heard enough
and left me alone
with the shining sun
and i spoke
everything about you
then came night
and the moon wanted to learn
so i spoke and spoke
until the sun returned.

my patience tops your anger,
waiting weeks to help you out,
but you never let me,
so im out of patience

you take a piece of me,
and i fall,
cuz there's no support,
nothing to help me in a world so small.
I can't live without a piece of me,
can you build it up
and tower me please?

Please stay alive
For me
Keep laughing
For me
I don’t want to lose you
Like I lost everything
Before I met you

sometimes our mind is the darkest place,
but so is the midnight sky.

someone get me out of this fantasy,
it's too good to be true,
i could live here happily,
but it wouldn't be fair to you.

I walk on the path of regret
Something I wish I’d never done
But I hope to lose track on the way
Because losing you
was worse than loving you
And nothing I do now can change that

my lungs fill with fire,
and my heart bleeds the flames.
It's what i desire,
there's no need for shame,
i breathe out the hate,
and inhale what i need,
my problems aren't yours,
so let them be.
You're not here to love me,
so what're you here for?
My skin is now burnt,
there's nothing to live for,
you hated me,
and so did i,
now let me be,
so i can die

the house of roses,
that looked like heaven,
but when we went inside,
where the thorns were to hide,
it was like hell,
and pain,
and death

a godly figure,
you're oh-so-strong,
to others you're the biggest,
but i hated you all along,
you thought you meant something to me,
you were just a game i played,
so go to your peasants,
and make them think you saved the day.

the lights out,
nowhere to go,
we all hide,
in shadows below,
a thousand screams
hidden by the dark,
we have nothing to lose
just the core of our hearts

I stand in the field,
Devoid of worries,
Just me and my soul,
Forgetting life.

It’s not that hard to love me for who I am
You could’ve told me before you decided to forget me
To leave me behind
As if I didn’t belong with you
      As if I wasn’t worth loving
            You betrayed me
      Left me crying
              You tore me up
Then acted as if I was fine
I should’ve known
                It was an act
    All of it
Now I’m back
             Where I was
                           Square 1
And I’ll have to keep searching
To let you know
                 That I’ve won

i was walking the path my whole life,
too afraid for changes,
until i decided to steer to the right,
where i was happier than ever,
and i wasn't following a specific path,
except mine

am i dead to you,
or just another story you could tell?
was i worth loving,
or was i just for show and tell?
was it all real,
or were you faking it all along?
was our love made of stone,
or just a thread to hold our bond?

bring me to your daydreams,
and the nightmares that you have,
i'll rewrite all the stories,
and replay the memories we had,
I’ll reminisce on the fun,
and collect them all in one,
then put them in your dreams,
so you’ll remember how we won.

nothing is perfect,
so there is never a "forever"

undulating waves,
blue beauty,
in one wash they take your mind away

when i was older,
i lived so free,
everybody told me,
life would attack me,
but i never felt it,
never did.
It was only when i grew younger,
when i realized
i wasn't the problem.
it was them.
I grew young,
and even younger,
my mind then hated me.
I hated me.
I missed being older.

i'm in space,
but it's nothing like the movies.
it's empty,
like a black sheet of paper,
with white dots.
the view of earth,
makes me feel small.
the moon is gorgeous,
and the sun is not so near,
and i feel freedom, and solitude, with nobody here.

i may be fragile,
i may be lost,
but i love when i'm hurt,
no matter what it costs.
the pain is numbing,
and i feel no more,
so i let it stay,
just a minute more.

the writings on the wall,
to whom do i call?
i scribbled and wrote,
asleep then i awoke,
and i couldn't stop writing on the wall

i didn't get to hide my heart,
before everyone saw it and took advantage of it

This storm is nothing but a drizzle
It seems like it’ll never end
But every storm ends
And the sun comes out
So keep your head up
Because that’s where the sun will be ☀️

i paint my canvas everyday,
i enlarge the painting,
so i can display,
the colors of me,
and the colors of my feelings,
i'll give myself
a moment for healing.

the leaves change color,
they're tired of living,
once so green,
so full of color,
now on the ground,
crispy and duller.

you're like the ground my feet can't reach,
the never ending sea,
you're an inch away,
just an inch away,
but i can't seem to get to you.

you say that love is unconditional,
but if you truly knew me,
you'd turn away

my magical lies,
and the fascinating cries,
i love seeing the pain,
in the bad people's eyes,
yes i'll hurt them bad,
and i'll hurt them real good,
i'll **** the ones who deserve it,
and the ones who know they should.

plain aqua,
yet so full of life,
once the sun sets,
the ocean comes to life,
the chaos and beauty,
that the sea holds,
the ocean is a mystery,
with a story untold.

I remember the devilish scent
of the blood on the grass
and the moonlight
shining through the window
The remarkably glowing body
and the knife stuck in his throat

i love rhythm,
whether it's music,
poetry,
or simple spoken words.

i'm good at surviving, but not living

i could hear the silence in your voice,
it was like listening to silent music,
a beautiful oxymoron.

the moon is back,
and the clock resets,
the sun comes up,
and back down again,
time rewinds,
but we make use of it differently,
i'm still in yesterday,
and i'm living tomorrow happily.

sleep is a distraction and an alternative
for death,
it's simply an escape from life,
my problems,
so i don't have to deal with them for a while

can i shut our book closed?
can i end the story told?
can i start over with something new,
can i get over you?

it looked like a normal river,
the water so clear,
no dirt near,
and the scent so fresh and clean.
Until we touched the water,
our hands started to bleed,
and the river
was made
of glass.

we all want power,
but we don't realize that power comes
from our words