He is alone, awol, abandoned He is battered, bruised, bashful He is callous, caring, calculated He is determined, deranged, dashing He is enigmatic, excitable, enraged He is forceful, fearful, friendly He is gentle, gleeful, grateful He is handsome, helpful, heartless He is intelligent, inquisitive, incorrigible He is jaded, juxtaposed, jumpy He is lonely, lost, luckyContinue reading “No One”
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Celestial Guardians
Angels are watching over you, Singing you to sleep They wipe your tears on the bad days, Pat your shoulder on the good They aren’t all powerful But they try their best to protect us Not everyone heeds the angels Some souls being so pained that Not even angelic voices can cure their sorrows AngelsContinue reading “Celestial Guardians”
The Eagle
Land of the free Locked in chains Be who you want to be Keep your personality reigned An abundance of pathways Only one is right The good, American way Others feared like the night Hypocrisy of a nation An eagle flying free But in the presence of the news station Terror stricken on their knees
The Duty of The Sirens
They sing to her, the Sirens. She knows not why she can hear their cry. Surely it was only the men that they lured to their deaths. Entranced, she followed the beautiful song and gazed up at the woman perched on the edge of the cliff. The tune was sorrowful, the words indistinguishable. Yet stillContinue reading “The Duty of The Sirens”
Mind
My mind shows in yellowed skin and acne scars Shaky hands and faded scratches dismissed with a wave The urge to answer the voices are squashed within the public eye My nerves are tense and wary because You can’t have a breakdown here I laugh with friends, ignoring the need to validate My place inContinue reading “Mind”
Thoughts of a Procrastinator
What am I even doing with my life? I am sat here; my brain is ticking over but the cogs won’t turn. I am stagnant, unmoving. Not a single productive thought will enter my brain yet I still helplessly push at the cogs. The world blurs around me as I bathe in my sense ofContinue reading “Thoughts of a Procrastinator”
The Beauty of Mourning
The girl looked at me. She was scared and I could understand. She had belittled me, though accidentally, and she expected the violence and anger that most of the male sex would respond with. I did not believe in hitting woman, in hitting anyone for that matter, especially for a twist of the tongue. SoContinue reading “The Beauty of Mourning”
Individual
I want to try to be individual Is that such a far off dream? With so many different influences Is that even still a thing? To walk through life with lidded eyes You’ll always fit inside a label But open up you might just feel Like a Zebra in a stable Do I be meContinue reading “Individual”
Two Sides
Why is love pain? I have never understood this phrase. Why do people chase something, a concept, that would cause them so much hurt and sadness? Who would be worth such a negative experience? I asked myself this for many years. Then I saw the other side; the hugs, the cute messages when you wakeContinue reading “Two Sides”
A Broken World
Humanity has fallenTragedy has risen up strongHow many more need to be sacrificed To the monster who is misunderstanding What cost will be high enough To stop the pain and the hatred There seems to be no end to the terror Hidden within the human heart What will be the turning point To heal theContinue reading “A Broken World”
Imagination Mansion 