Thou hand hast crimson curse

Thy mind swallow thee universe

Thou opinion forsake thy life

Thee shall  swallow thy knife


Death thy Photography Love

Photography love
Forsake th’ innocence
Decay thy unwanted
Possesses one self

Broken arrows
by perchance persuasive parts
Helps th’ broken
Mends thy heart

Thy senseless doth affection
that heals thy hope.
Absolute deception
Yet thy shan’t not know

Ignorance ignites thy bliss
for loyalty is disregarded
From he whom shall travel with
the unwanted.

Fruit of love

I once heard that poetry was the fruit of love
But those who say that have never read the poetry of the heartbroken,
The lifeless,
The sad
Whos literal reason for their meaning of the painfull words they write are the exact reason of love.
So tell me how can poetry be ‘the fruit of love’ when its the exact reason it drifts people away.
Its used as deception,
“I love you,”
“But its not meant to be.”
“I thought you loved me?”

And at the finish line it all ends with  the same result.

Why waste your time on love when you can waste it on something that makes you happy

Like pizza

farewell my love..

traces in my hair
dreadful reminder that you’re now over there
your lingering cologne still taint my sheets
your soft lips still stain my cheeks

your laughter echo forever within these walls
grinning to each and all
who are yet to come and yet to be

no one will ever be able to cover up your traces in my life
they come and they go
they drive then they slow down to see the way I’ll never love someone even the slightest amount as I loved you

but wherever you, perhaps in heaven
I bid you goodbye my sweet lullaby


A Silver Lining

A silver lining gives me hope

A silver lining gives me strength in the darkest nights and rainiest days

It gives me a singular feeling of courage
Who assures me there’s no need to worry

Its a definite promise that better days will soon arrive
And the worst has yet passed by

A silver lining is not seen
Only heard
Not felt
Only a word

That gives us hope


Tough Love

Empty promises is all she sees

My parents are compulsive liars
It’s as if they don’t even acknowledge me

Gambling problem
And unpaid bills
Empty liquor bottles give them the thrill

Heartbroken daughter who’ll never receive the love
From a supportive parent
Who’s company is overdue
And transparent

But why mother, why?
Do you always make me cry
But why father, why?
Do never say goodbye

Don’t you see the way she sits alone and die
Making a wish upon the emptiness of the sky

For the parental lullaby



Blond haired blue eyes boy

He’s known as a playboy

Goes from one girl to another

Why do I even bother?


I think I’m falling for him

I think I’m falling for him

His personality’s  such a sin

He always knows what to say to make me blush

Is he just another high school crush

A kiss on the cheek makes me wanna melt

If only he knew how I felt


I think I’m falling for him

I think I’m falling for him 

his personality is such a sin

Why do I even bother

to make him think that I’m his lover

His personality’s  such a sin 

He’s nothing but trouble

I had no reason to believe 

I could be his

Am I just a game?

He’s playing yet once again

His personality is such a sin

Is it his laugh

That makes me wanna say that

I’m falling for him



I’ve been thinking ’bout these places

My mind wondering through these difficult phases

Which only leads to more confusing mazes

In the end its just all covered up traces 

I have come to the fact that one day I’m going to have to face it

but not this day not this minute

Maybe one day when I’m grown up 

I’ll be mature and stop

Cause I have felt remorse 

I have felt this guilt 

which has eaten me alive 

and it’s only built 

but it in all honesty i’m just seeking a bit of redemption 

in which the concession has come to no caution 

That is eventually going to lead to an explosion 

of my mind , my body and my heart

that has been ripped apart by these people who has been nothing but negative

Some say it’s just the fictive of my imagination 

but the contemplation of the situation has been highly wrong

So the ignorance if my story has been highly strong 

Once again the comments has crossed the line

Each and every day goes by and all i can say is

“It’s fine.” 

but yet the moment I try to stand up for myself

It’s just like before

I’m the bottom shelf