Spider LilyLeaves that grow, gone the flower.Flower that blooms, leaves that fleet.A love of sorrow.Intertwining, but never to meet.Missing love, the spider lily.
JusticeSun arising, signing the past.Heaven and earth colouring red.Falter not, we shall last.Until the days are count.The truth found.The beast of justice shall be fed!
SabrinaA young maiden's heart broken.So she took that of another as a token.In a sign, never to provoke or anger.For that will be a great danger.
Just like ...Pouring rain, coming down.Greed and sorrow, all been sown.Courage of heroes, all ignored.Cast aside just like the ...
FlowersStrange and gone ...Estranged from ...I've no idea ...Whose flowers these are from ...
Colour of snow Piling up like snow ...Forgotten why, just like the ...Colour of pure white ...
Iris Slowly withered the flower away.I had forgotten to give it water again.Promises, hope and prayers. All for the sake of this world.Now I serve you this prose.Promise that the 'iris' will never leave?
Wide AwakeDozing now,Knocking down ...My foggy mind ...How refined.The thoughts, my mind.Knocking down.Wide awake.
DaysSpend my days fruitlessly ...Watched the seconds pass by ...Time was ticking, I was wasting ...Aimlessly another week ...Passing by, another month ...There it flew, another year ...
Dream it. Do it.Dream all you canBut don’t spend all your time sleeping.Feel all you canBut don’t spend all your time weeping.If you see a shooting star;Catch it and run far.Let its burning light igniteYour heart, mind and soul.Be inspiredBut also be inspiration;Listen wellAnd you could beThe voice of a generation.Daydream and schemeAnd look beyondWhat things seem,But also do and be;Allow yourself restraintAs a means of being free.Dream in realityAs well as in your sleepAnd you’ll soon findThat fulfilmentIs yours to keep.
ReflectionI want to sprinkle a piece of meInto bit-code hoping it sticks.But no one cares about the truthUnless it's funny.And I've lost sight Of what that is;I've been taught that it's all relative.We're all irrelevant in the endAnd so, the fire that use to burn in my heartIs all Charcoal. And I've been tryingTo see with no eyes; to drive withNo direction.But now I know I want to meltTogether people's 90 degree angles,Until the world knows everyone's rights.I want to melt together the distanceThat separates prose and poetry;Fact and Fiction; light and darkness.
Dead or alive?I feel numbAnd coldIs this death?Or am I still alive?If I'm aliveI shouldn't beBecause death is betterThan this cursed lifeTo dieTo sleepNo more
He only dates broken girls.I will destroy you. I willmake you love mewithout even trying;you’ll love the scabson my knees, the bruisesunder my eyes, mysinged hair. You will lovethe rush of holdingmy hand as we crossthe bridge; you’ll feellike a hero each timeI don’t jump. You will buyme chocolates, the mostexpensive, to guilt meinto eating. You will buyme seeds instead of flowers,to give me a reason toget up in the morning. Youwill make me dependent,even as I feed your whiteknight complex. I will destroymyself, and so you,and you will know why storms are named after people.
Ignorant WisdomThe best of us die youngWhy?We are blood and bodyMind and muddled matterThat decays from the very airNecessary like an addictionOur eyes are skin and sinewSenses intaking a surfaceBut to the machine of faultsWhat is there lost to us?The best of us are of willAs what will be passed beliefThe demanding of subconsciousEdicts of the soulThen why do they die?Why must a will be severedWhen it drives our existenceAll that there isAnd will ever represent us?Why do vessels feed the muscle?Bones hold up our legsAnd a head with strong neckThat its aspirations rise?The best of us accomplishTasks of a higher calibreLike a barrel of the cannonOne volley into the starsThey undertake with all motiveAnd lose the unwinnable conditionFor through their demarcationRevitalize our weak heartsThe best of us die youngWhy?Because they are not usAnd remind us what we should beThrough the greatest leagueOf history's lessonsThey sacrifice their chance to liveAs watcher of the
coming of agethere are parts of meyou can still hearon the radio;at first, you'll mouththe words, but youwon't be able to tellif the static touchingyour ears rests inmemory, and memory alone.my love is not leagues deep.you'll always be the oneto decide if i'm worth standingin up to the ankle,lukewarm and lapping,or if you'd like to sleepbeneath my shores, milesbelow discernible life.the long lesions scoringthe belly of my pridehave scabbed over,and trust me when i sayi clench my fists uponremembering those who havebruised me in the nameof disgust -trust me when i saymy teeth are baredand i am snarling,the blood from past fearsstaining my lips.
SnowFeather light it kissed the ground,Leaving it's mark to the world.Not the Limbo, not my world,Just the world of everyone.Now it dances, now it stops,But the memories of the snow are imprinted inside my mind.
Not the Limbo, not my world,Just the world of everyone.