Monday, December 16, 2013

Friday, December 13, 2013


Who knew life would be so complicated?
Fun and careless summer nights
Stressed days stretched beyond
School - the epitomy of my agony
Work - the sole of my existence.
Love - the mocking-jay in my heart
Emotions - the untamed beast steering my life
Mind - the senselessness in embarrassment
despite my priding wins.

One day, it's gonna break, and 
No one will know how to fix it and
That will be the end to our lives.

No forbodding future
Nor creator in the skies.
No twisted winding fates
Caligraphed in our paths.
One mind.
One soul.
No sign.
No mind.
No body nor soul.
Just the darken hearth
Just waiting to get old.

Monday, December 9, 2013

The true tree of life

Forever shall we feel
Agony. Misery. Burden. Pain.
But for every once we feel such,
We receive
Joy. Pride. Strength. Valor. Independence.

No longer birthed to Darkness
No more a victim of Fear.
In fact a mere glimp at a past
Upon which are built stronger paths.

Friday, December 6, 2013


Glory days,
fields of haze.
Colored grey,
in a great Fascade.
You see it true.
All it's beauty through and through
Blue and green, Rich and new,
Purple and pink,
Unique youth.


She treasured her heart
They lived life together happily.
One day a boy with dark hair and a smile came along.
She felt her heart leap. It asked
"Please, please? Could we meet?"
Before she could answer, the boy had stolen her heart.
But as time went on, she realized she had given away her heart a long time ago.
To the boy with the dark hair and beautiful smile
She looked back in time. Those were happy days.
The more time her heart spent with the boy, the more he came to know it. He knew it all, its deepest secrets and fears.
And he started toying with her heart.
He had hung her heart out to dry,
Put it out on a line and left it alone.
And the girl came and saved her heart.
She took her heart back, protected it from dangers like this boy.
Locking it away in her closet, no one could ever touch her heart even if they tried.
Then she met a man. He taught her to put her heart out on a table. Let it face the world.
Her heart warmed up to the sunlight it hadn't seen for years. And her heart fell for one last love. A true love that taught her heart to fly.

Monday, December 2, 2013


Heart beats
Stinging air
Caught in lungs,
Rigid ribs
hold your body still.
Can you feel each muscle stretching?
Every sense in your body is tense?
You look around.
No signs, coast cleared.
Quick. It won't be long.
Shot and wounded you're still ahead.
Scarred as you may be,
If you don't run, you'll be dead.
Or worse, you may be NEXT!