Naiiive

How often Must one dwell on presence It's a simple contraption Nay it is not created But is Is it the focus of all people The fathomed question is Just out of our reach And possibly Will not return this time My friends call it Pretentious To wonder and accurately acclaim More than what we really know And they're right to assume That we do not have a right To be greater than human All I wonder is why Does my cat look at me Up the stairwell For the longest expression of time And yet Doesn't bother to appear alive Or Awaking from space staring To discover no one really noticed That you were space staring Or Why the sound of my voice Bothers

Anchor Sway swing sway Atop of waves Sway swing sway Dwell and lay Aboard the ship Kick the deck Break my lips Reward the trek Eyes shift and tilt Survival is prior and post The iron would wilt And my arms will roast The last of me Would be this splash The most feasible plea Before the clash Below the surface Sinks the soul Serve a purpose Mere and whole

When You Fall You are falling Down. You are falling Down. You cannot save yourself You will only break more bones. Accept or deny it There is no difference Nothing will change what is For it would be those who are standing Those who cut you down They are Standing. Do you remember it? Being hacked and hacked away The torment you suffered It is gone. You are falling Down. You are falling Down. It is not okay You will be harmed Once you hit the ground Like trees in the forest You are without sound. Among the brambles we lay The fallen that know anguish We are here. Pulsed in the rotting soil Covered in grime and sp

The slow ceiling fan Spinning around and around Upon the white room

A mournful morning It seemed to be Full of humans Beckoning misery The sun is erased From its own sky And now the rain drowns The pedestrians passing by Yet here I gaze my eyes Under black umbrellas & over black coats Listening to the cry of raindrops And the deafening dreaded notes How wasteful tears seem to be Only hitting filthy ground A rarity when you see them flee But when they fall; None are found But among the dark figures There was a yellow raincoat That softly splashed a puddle And carried a soul afloat Why are you not crying? Like it was expected It was as though You are sorrow-protected She looked up at me

The Only Perfection The only perfection we seem to keep Is the circles among our eyes No one knows them better than me The windows of our soul All arrayed and prismatic Say the brighter the eye The wiser the soul But you'd be wrong Her eyes are dark midnight Color of blade grass in moonlight The coal of a worthy silvery soul Naive and breathlessly beautiful The eyes so dim and silent Reaps the living And shades the pain The eyes you take from me Just make her rays turn to light Brighter than fake neon signs Although she would disagree Her eyes have no glow But darling, it is the darkness That makes your life whole

White Shadow You are with or against me Standing in doorways Staring at me from a dismal view My white shadow A ghostly essence trails me "You are there are you not?!" I'll screech in deafening silent To no avail you float from sight You are my manic, my internal instability The mask that haunts me on your face The pure piece and black smile Eluding my eyes but not my mind Your breath washing out my lungs You are of echoes The radiated noise from the ground Seeping up my muse Shatter these glass ribs And claim my heart Rumors, fiends, and friends You are tearing me apart

From a Breaking Shield Breaking is more valiant than dreadful. It is the essence that shields go by. In preservation, it claims our fate and churns our minds like the earth. It is within our duty to be reliant, to be protective, and to be vulnerable. We are breaking shields. If we stay reliant we will be virtuous. The wielded shield presses on and eases the calamity of its user. It gives security. It gives reassurance. Whether we are used to block or to hide, it is there. An indirect form of safety is its guidance, but such guidance will grant arrogance or impurity. We may be feeble from breaking, thus making us prone of falling. In unity,

Life Worth To live for existing To believe we are placed with reason To love our beings and await eternity To be given and grant purpose To love and be loved To maintain to remain to maintain and remain To understand our heartbeats To write scribbles To feel broken and free To live with regret To struggle and survive To die happy and worried To plagued ignorance in our hearts To step out of the light, into the damned To be the snap of breaking mirrors To what we shall be and crave to become, cheers.

Stardust What foolery do you possess? Piece of you to this game of chess? The shame you carry to thy grave The epitome of a cold cave We are full of worry If not, then of fury No equilibrium To all and some Show me the truth Don't hide your mask anymore Show me, wicked youth The scars upon a mouth you bore Twisted twine was once mine For what I see and perceive Is nothing less than eve Shunned, by reconcile Now the burden I bloom, A pitiful smile That string was so brittle, so thin Had me believe I was born of sin Wishing for a hope I had found To the earth, to its love, bound So I am A broken human The stitch full of