The power of Love

Can love be something one fears of?How can something as pure as love be so fearful?Love is so beautiful yet so fierce,When not handled well.The One that carries it carelessly tends to injure themselves.I fear of love, I do.I fear of it greatly, for I do not know how to hold it.Like a new born …

Being me

My heart beats a little bit faster when I'm around humans.Don't know if that's a thing with othersBut I sure can't cope with that heartbeat.Cause when it starts The bodies start to smudge.Reality starts to look a little distant.Am I living or just experiencing a movie set.What is going on right now?Is this body even …

The Black hole

I cry for the child I never got to be.I cry for the way lust snatched innocence out of me.I cry for the nights I was tormented by the events of the past.I cry for the emotions I never could express.There was no time or space to express so I bottled it up. They say …

Dear Mr panic

I need to wash my hands clean from your filth.I can't seem to think when I'm in your energy.You make all my muscles halt.My lungs don't stretch. They freeze.My heart still beatsDespite your filthy energy.You can't stop me from staying alive.You can't stop me even when you stab me with your knife.As long as one …

Cooperation

For the first time in foreverMy body is quiet.No tensionNo sparking of my bloodNo internal irritation.Just stillness.My body is finally at peace. And my mind?Well let's just sayIt's still under training.It's like two siblingsMy body and my mind.My mind to say one thingAnd cause my body to react.My soul is a helpless by stander not …

Mind

I can't breathe at timesIt's as though I'm breathing from a big vaccume bag.There is no new air.Must I drink to get hold of that fresh clean air?Must I drink to step outside of my head?My mind unorganized as it isTends to crip up on me At times I must detach to take a good …

Who am i

Am I made up of my past,my present?Or am I a combination of both?Who am I?Where does my identity lie?In the past present or future?Who am I?Am I my past?Am I my present?Or is the present me the result of unresolved past traumatic events.What makes me different?Why did it affect me as so?Why did it …

All I am

All I am is a soul In a vessel.All I am is not what I am in.All I m is not definedBy the vessel I am in.Water is not the bottle And bottle is not the water.All I am is not limitedIt's simply drips through partially but not in its entirety.All I am is unknownTo …

In your iris

I'm stuck in your iris.You can see meBut I can't see you.I see what you seeBut you see it through me.I'm stuck in your eye lidWhen you blink Everything goes black.You see the world one way.I show you a different wayBecause I'm stuck in your iris.I'm your own personal Tinker bell adding some Light back …

On my way back

Amongst the trees and cloudsWhere everything is but a dot Nothing is blissful.My soul grazed through the clouds Played with the birds and swayed with the trees.On my way back to earth.