Deceitful

Love is not meant to hurt

Nor was it meant to humiliate 

And manipulate.

It went horribly wrong.

Discarded us... 

Like trash... 

Walked the other way.... 

Turned a blind cheek...

Continuously stabbed

Us in-dignified. 

Forgiveness: a poisonous remedy

For us to swallow.

A homicide... That never ends. 

Criminal heart you carry.

And you can never escape 

Your nature. 

Mammoth hats

 

Enormousness of their shades... 

Shines dim the crocket corn on my face.

What was once beautiful,

Is just the fullness of hollowness

I cannot put my thoughts 

To it, it stings... Unbearable hollowness

The object of creativity:

   "A spear smeared with poisonous                         lies"

Inflicted a painful Chrystal world

Where all in everything is possible.

Life has no meaning without the other

Depicted an against all odd future

Shatters by the arrow of mockery,

What was once fulfilling

Has left the world shattered  

Fantasies begin in a cold place

After twenty five years of silently loud lashes. One would think we would get used to his ways. But every year they get harder with the lines on his face. They do not become any tender… nor will his heart ever warm up to us.

Fantasies begin in a cold place. Subjected to us by those to whom we look for warmth from. What looks like a smile will soon be clear as being a cold breeze… that soon turns to ice crystals of sparkling white teeth. That’s when you will start seeking the warmth that should rightfully be yours. With a warm hand shake, you reach out. But to your amazement, the heart you seek shuts you out with a blunt swift. You start to question yourself… and ask yourself what crime have you ever committed to have love taken away from you be the ultimate punishment?

Acute

Acute

Cutting through 

Like fire 

Afraid of awareness

That might only exist 

Afraid to know

Intensity

Unaware of reality..

I just can't comprehend 

What this is 

Want you to love me like fire

Cracking through the field

I want you to need me

Immensely

Intensely 

Widely 

Freely

Out most naturally in an artificial unreal way

All in acute

All in a dream

I want you to know me

Acutely 

 

Lessons of Marshall town glory

He stands on my door step...

My biggest fear.

He stands on my door step.

With nothing but a nail-clipper to his name.

I have came to realize... That he is not the only one.

A million cold pains

Have made their skins thick

Some walk barefooted...

Only steel bottle caps scar their heels

Many have not had a decent meal since the last soup kitchen...

Yet a gazillions foods go to waste...

They live in and out of my town...

He stands at my door step...

My biggest fear!

The fact that he was deceived by 

The shine of candy, that lights up my town, torments me.

They came... Packed up... 

Ran away, 

Up and left bitterness behind.

Their faces... 

Tell a story... They are worn out 

They wear pain... Other wear hatred and stubbornness

That all belongs to their past.

I fear 

That one day...  

I will end up like them...

With the only clothes on my back 

I fear...

Sweet words, and deep promises...

Will lead me to distraction.

I fear...

Giving in

I fear...

Not having water to drink

He is a constant reminder...

To appreciate those who love me

Love them back...

Appreciate home...

Though it is not perfect... 

But it has my mothers smile..

My sisters stubbornness

And my nephews naughtiness.

In this bright city...

Nothing but coldness exists.

Lessons of Marshall town glory! 

For the best

In possible danger

All based on a true lie called love

After love so intense

I am scared of being alone.

All though I like the four walls of my

Room

All I wanna do is run...

But my feet are heavy

I don't really know what to say

Rather there is so much I want to tell you but I fear you might judge me

Or hate me.

heartache is a medical condition

Symptoms are heavy breathing... Dizziness... Fast heart beat. 

Blurry eyes.. And non stop tears

Streaming down your face.

The pain becomes bearable, once the breathing becomes slower. 

But it all starts... Again

Repeats it's self.

And you are in pain.

I wanna tell you so much.

But I don't know where to start.

I don't even know who you are.

I wanna scream to the universe..

And in dire need of a motherly hug. 

At the same time I need your love.

And forgiveness 

I need you to cleans me of this sin.

I need you now, more than ever.

I heard that his blood is purer than crystals. I asked myself how? How is it possible for blood to be pure?

It stains?  How is it that something that is pure can leave traces.

But his blood is not like ours...

He is holy. And his blood is love.

That is the answer I got.

I keep typing the word love.

And it's not voluntary 

It comes naturally

His love is natural, and anything that is natural is honest.

He is here with me.

I choose to believe that.

And I will hold on to him.

No matter what people do to me.

I will hold firm

Woman

Woman:

      Without education.

I am confided to a small scale…

Only befitting to my overflowing dreams

I am stripped naked… Bare

I am unarmed, against unmatched forces

Threatening mass distraction in the economic battlefield…

The Prize, in its simple forms is remaining relevant!

Against an unstoppable variable that never stops

I am literature, with no connotations nor irony,

No one bothers to publish me.

I am language without words…

I carry no meaning in my message

I am a tree without roots…

Only kept by the ever retracting friend…

Rain in fear, exposes my nature… uprooted,

Carried away with tides when the ground I solely leaned on,

Disappeared with every whip from the generous rain.

I am nothing confided to a small scale over flowing with dreams…

 I am a graveyard… a pure garden of dead dreams.

I am a king, with no throne…

Merely a commoner in my kingdom…

 I am Rapazel, without her magical hair,

 I am Cleopatra without her beauty and charm.

  I am nobody without education.