the world is a beautiful place if only there are enough words to speak of it's beauty
Trapped in a dream
Killing a devil…
..whose head won’t coming off,
My hands are weary,
waving a blunt blade…
…over my head
The multiple selves,
I live a life worth while,
In the web,
Inside the flashy screens
When I am gone,
What becomes of this virtual universe?
“I’m no angel
I’m not sorry for letting you down
I’m sorry for letting me down”
It is new year’s
I’m not happy for my past
I’m happy for tomorrow
I know who I am
I’m not your marionette
I’m a free spirit
I’m a bird
And I’m gonna fly
Searching the skies
For where happiness may rest
​Growing up I wished that death became madane
and yet,
every face I have known,
the lines that make up its perfections,
the smiles,
the sadness
the dark teary eyes
lines of senility
Stories told to the grey skies,
around the temples of my old man
I just want more
to see more
to laugh more
to love more
Forever maybe,
but a giggle
Because It hurts to laugh
it hurts to love
and it hurts to see
Death,
like a dying flame
the ashes of my childhood fantasies
to embrace the reality of my broken heart
Stare long enough into the night,
Until you see the stars
And when your eyes become familiar with their shapes,
Watch them fade,
Die,
before the break of a new sun
Life is joy,
and suffering
Fabricated dreams drawn in the clouds
changing at the blow of the first wind
It is easier to accept the night
Faceless,
Blameless,
than the day
Before a thousand eyes,
peering into your soul
ripping your guts for the vultures
When church is where we belonged
Before the priest set afire on the witch
And in all,
my short life I have cherished
Known a thousand men but one soul
With no regrets,
my ashes will be swept along Salem’s streets
he was a drunkard,
but a good Man
calm,
silent,
innocent
At least,
when he was drunk
Life isn’t about anything,
and yet it is about everything after all
my heavy heart,
its fading heartbeat
the blood in my veins
slowly,
it bleaches
the color of my tears,
Are they pure?
or disgraceful?
I feel them cold,
running along my broken smile
Is it okay to cry?
It is okay to cry
Happy or sad?
I am glad I drowned my demons
but they were my only family
a sequence,
an alternate universe
growing up,
would I be happy?
watching the lines on your face
draw around yours eyes,
your smile
your temples,
changing from black to snow
it hurts,
it breaks,
watching a boy the other day,
when he cried out to mummy
why don’t I know?
what it is?
how it is?
to run into a mother’s arms
Did I forget?
Was I reminded?
of a face I once knew
looking back into the old days
when this heart graced in naivety
when foolishness was no crime
and fear was adventurous
“Mother”
“I cant hold on”
“I cant hold on!”
these blurry faces are deceitful
despicable
traded my soul for dust
can’t roses be roses?
without the snakes,
crawling inside their gardens
it hurts,
it breaks,
Would I love again?
choose to be happy for
the
stars
are always shining
even behind dark clouds
​screams,
and hundred dollar bills
a squeaking bed
Working behind closed doors,
pleasures known to a faceless man
she suffocates in her tears
“I am happy or sad?”
she wonders
It feels so wrong,
but so right
Is this where I belong?
within a rush of a fading high,
and the agony of a broken heart
my waning spirit,
it drifts in this endless cosmos
as I watch its infinite stars,
burning out,
one at time,
to when I become devoured,
into its black hole
with my tears to the skies
PoetR 