Created: Nov 10, 2019
Final Modification: Nov. 10, 2019, 22:18
At the point when I look around
I see individuals moving
To the beats of antagonism and distress
So I close my eyes.
And furthermore,
Make my own orchestras,
which stirs my spirit,
Make me feel great inside.
I move to my own tune…
Lastly, I open my eyes.
Gaze toward the sky,
At the maker of all things.
Give him a grin,
Once more,
Let my heart fly.
I accept love occasionally
As I discover its direction.
Created: April 8, 2023
In the mirror’s reflection, Mixaku sees
The darkness lurking within, the evil that frees
Its taunts and smirks, a battle to fight
But Mixaku is determined to triumph and find the light
The darkness is a monster, a beast to tame
Threatening to take control, to bring only shame
But Mixaku fights with all their might
To keep the darkness at bay, and save their very soul’s plight
As the mirror shatters and the darkness fades
Mixaku stands triumphant, but still ever wary
For they know the battle may be won for now
But the war against their inner demons is never truly over, and how
With courage and determination, Mixaku vows to keep
Fighting the darkness, no matter how deep
For the monster within is a part of them
But Mixaku will keep fighting to find the light, to never condemn.
He knows he should Forge her face, And all the memories of their embrace, But still he longs for her sweet touch, The girl who he loved so much. He knows she used him when he was low, And left him feeling cold and hollow, But memories of their love and laughter, Still linger on and cause him rapture. He remembers the times when the laughed and danced, When they held each other in a loving trance, The moments when she made him feel alive, And all the reasons why he wanted to thrive. He knows he should move on and let go, But the pain of Losing her is hard to bestow, He remembers the way she made him feel, And all the love that they used to seal. He missises the way she used to smile, And how her laugh could go on for a mile, The way she held him close at night, And made all his problems seem light. He knows she was toxic, and he deserved better, But the good times they had, he can't forget her, He knows he should move on and be strong, But the memories of her, they still belong. He knows he needs to heal and grow, To find someone who'll love him and show, that he deserves a love that's true, And not the abuse that he once knew. But for now, he'll hold on tight, To the memories of her that still ignite, The love he felt and the joy hey shared, And hope that someday, his heart will be repaired.
Created: March 10, 2023, 3:31 am
Realization comes with dawn's light, Love once cherished, now feels untrue, False love fades, truth shines bright. Memories of kept me tight, But in my heart, doubts grew and grew, Realization comes with dawn's light. I mistook your words as a knight, A savior who would rescue, False love fades, ruth shines bright. Your promises, now out of sight, My heart broke as I withdrew, Realization comes with dawn's light. Love's bloom now lost in its sight, Like peals falling, turning blue, False love fades, ruth shines bright. I've let go, no more fights, Now on a path that's new, Realization comes with dawn's light, False love fades, truth shines bright.
Created: October 10, 2022 I don't need your care, I said, It's not that you don't give It's just that nobody truly cares For the real me who lives.
Love is not what I require It's not that you don't try But nobody truly loves The person I keep inside. The real me is a mystery No one knows my true face I keep it hidden, locked away In an invisible, secluded space. I yearn to end this life of mine But I keep going, day by day I move around, in touch with your mood And never cause your web to fray. I play your muse, in tune with your head And never wander off-track But I only exist in my own mind And enjoy what it has to offer back. In a world of facades and deceit I am lost, unable to hide The pain that I carry within And the emptiness I can't abide. But I keep on, hoping somehow That things will get better, one day And that someone will come along Who sees the real me, and will stay. To care and love the one inside That I have kept hidden and sealed And maybe, just maybe, My true self will finally be revealed.
Created: Mar. 30, 2020
Modification: Feb 23, 2023, 17:32
Last modification: Mar. 2, 2023
Lust, a creature that resembles a beast,
Its darkness may consume, a dreaded feast.
But this urge needn’t always be an enemy,
It can be controlled and made to shine brilliantly.
When its flames are harnessed with care,
Passions and desires may ignite and flare.
Lust can be a captivating and lovely thing,
Between two hearts that beat and sing.
It can yield intimacy, binding two souls,
In a bond that remains steadfast and whole.
But beware, we must proceed with caution,
Lust can lead to ruin and create a snare of temptation.
Don’t be scared of the beast within,
Learn to tame it and allow it to win.
Lust is a potent force when used with grace,
So let it not consume, but spark a flame with a warm embrace.
Ultimately, it’s up to us to control the blaze,
And avoid being lost in its alluring maze.
Embrace lust with love and hold it with care,
And let it take us soaring up into the celestial air.
Created: Jul 24, 2018,
Last modified: Jul 16, 2019, 15:11
Their cursed mind
What shall you do Broken children?
Their fears are coming to life
Their blood is boiling,
Their eyes are changing
Their claws are showing,
Their voice is changing
Their skin is breaking
They can’t run
They can’t hide from themselves
The broken children in them can’t wait to play
What shall you do Broken children?
What shall you do?
The answer
There are so many things we hope to fix
This is why we are rather anxious to be and not be seen, I question if we as a collective are ready, and to
be honest some of us don’t know
They want to fix and show
the best of them. Not the perfect
Them, “but a human us”. So much I want.
to repair me. So much I have to fix about myself.
Created: Aug 17, 2019
Last modified: Oct 21, 2019, 21:04
To this day I stopped trying to be ‘someone for somebody
who never thought of me as anyone appreciating or important to them.
Inside I know the space I had for them is now crushed and broken.
I’ve learned that sometimes emotions seem clearer than perception.
and eventually can lead to a heartbreaking revelation.
that someone cherished proves that their friendship was deception.
I mustn’t be sorry for the encouragement and love I shared.
because I know what I offered was itself a dare.
A dare to let someone be a part of me…who didn’t find a reason to care.
I play a dangerous game of letting them in
For them to turn and crack my heart with bullets of steal.
Thank you for being there and for giving me a chance.
You were a ‘lucky’ someone who successfully got a part of the best of me.
Now I’ll throw away the scattered and useless pieces of you.
and have you died in a pool of regret or shall I die because of my decisions?
As we both fall with a pool of precision.
Created: 22/30/8
modifications: none
Contentment is the best malevolent in the human snatch sack of feelings.
It’s resulting from the head of obliviousness,
it dwells in the core of the visually impaired.
It shows its malevolent principle of resignation all through the body until completely oppressed by inaction.
It transforms specialists into sun leather experts, activists into office laborers, and outlaws into bookkeepers.
It places additives into the culture, it covers laws,
and it places crowns on unremarkable pioneers.
It slaps a grin over the *****, the beaten, the ignored, the racially profiled.
It quiets news projects, covers the vagrant that carries on behind places of business, and celebrates the check.
It causes the dividers of homes to appear projectile, fear, bomb,
debasement, and demise confirmation.
It permits rest around evening time; it slaughters the beasts under the bed and the apparitions in the wardrobe.
It makes a vast number of enduring individuals vanish.
It protects, “flying creatures like to be confined,” furthermore, “torment is simply important for the human condition.”
It murmurs these misguided judgments like a minister protecting his assemblage of the intensity of Jesus. Satisfaction defiles the very idea of progress.
Progress is considered in vast numbers of bits
of-paper-proprietors to be established as far as the economy.
Progress is considered by the humans who prevent us from getting back to-condition-of-nature to be established regarding control.
Progress has failed to remember its producer; similarly to kicking the bucket, elderly people fail to remember that they were once bobbed on a caring knee.
Happiness spills from the Western world
also, taint everyone around it.
At the point when you are not, at this point content
You will start to see the openings in the interwoven life; furthermore, you can’t help thinking about how it was that you hadn’t seen them.
At the point when you are not, this point, content, you will finally request a change.
Created: Oct 24, 2019,
Last modified: Jan 26, 2022, 14:52
Happiness?
I think it’s there
I know it’s there
Behind a locked door
Inside a crystal ball.
All the emotions in the world
are In one room waiting to be released
No windows or secrete entrances
Just one entry with skeletal decor.
Four guards
Two at the door
And two on the stairs
No one can pass those two pairs
Bloodstains the walls
Their breath flows with no fall
Their emotion still their
But do you even care
At this moment you’re just another empty soul
No feeling to see that this hell is an actual reality