Things my mind makes up.

    I feel like there is something fundamentally broken within me, something I feel I need in order to survive this world, to survive life.     And yet, I don't know what it is.     I don't know what pushed my heart to the brink of extinction every time I feel something. Every time I get remotely close to someone that feels like me.      I thrive in emotion.     Without it, I am no one. A lifeless entity amidst the dead in our shattered society. Yet all I feel is pain. My pain                               Their pain     I would sometimes crawl into the first safe place I saw and scream. Cry my emotions away. It happens a lot. Too many times, I would say.     But, weirdly, I enjoy it, knowing that this is me. A broken me, yes, but I have no masks here. I am free.  Stopping it feels like murder.      Y...

Temptation I am tempted by the sweet smell of wine By it's gentle taste caressing my mouth To feel again, it embracing my mind Allowing me to escape from all that is mine I am tempted, by the harsh smoke of a cigar By it's deep, abundant taste that fills me inside To feel again, the sweetest trace that's left The warmth that gives me life from afar. I am tempted by her, and oh, her sweet eyes Begging me to bring her with me, in my arms By her soft voice whispering in my ears To lose myself in her for all the coming years. And yet, the ice melts on the table As it awaits me to pour the drink in my cup. And yet, the cigar is no longer able To fill my lungs with it's sweet taste And her. She's gone. Too far to reach Too far to feel her soft speech Too far to feel her embrace To far to remember her face. I am tempted, by the loneliness ahead To end my life again, for maybe when I'm dead That caress of he...

We. We fall, we rise, we fall again Again, distressed, again, in vain We fight, alone, to keep our dreams We fight, alone, in vain it seems. We dream, we cry, we dream anew To find our love, for finding You. We cry, alone, to feel your love We cry, alone, and yet your dove, Is far from me. We are, we were, we`ll be again Alone, with You, until the end We`ll fall, we`ll dream, we`ll cry forever, But now we`re not alone however. Perhaps an unsuccessful quick poem towards a friend on Facebook way past midnight.

They say everyone is born into this world equal, with inherent natural rights and, their life is shaped by a series of personal decisions. That we, as an individual, have the utmost control over our social status and can, without compromise, be a part of any culture or tradition. They are wrong. A comforting illusion imposed to everyone socially inferior and devalued. A mere lie we tell ourselves to appear in control of our lives within this vast ocean of happenstance. A calm box we seclude our inner skeptical voice to face the chaotic pattern unfolding in front of us. Would you decide to peek outside, suffocation would be imminent. So, what would happen if we broke free? What choice did I have? When I first opened my eyes, when my lungs were first filled with air, was I inherently equal to my brothers? Was I, a weak, mute creation, barely alive, equal to my fighting brothers and sisters? A lie. Born of a weak and dying mother, how could I ever be the same? Enthralle...

The War Within Dream, my child, not of this wretched world, tainted by sin. Not of this war we fight yet never win, Not of this pain that shatters our every hope Not of this crying nature we can no longer cope. Dream, my child, not of this passing pain, But dream of love and light and life which isn’t vain. Of hope that you are many, and fighting side by side That you have won, my dear, that you no longer hide. Dream, my child, dream now, of peace. Not of this world that`s falling piece by piece. Not of the loneliness you suffer every day, Not of the darkness that always finds a way.. Dream.. And yet, awake you are, fighting your own war And still in pain you are, stronger than before And still you cry, and still you fall And your wounds bleeding, made by them all. Dream, of a world that’s better, not dying, like this hell Dream… "I will not dream. I will not fa...

Lotus It ends: a war, an empire fallen from its place, the sky An era made of gold, of cold, of anything but peace It ends: the race to conquer all that lives has ceased The sovereigns of life now rot in our dreams, thereby You wake, a dream long passed yet you still breathe, alive A chamber much like home, so welcomed; much despised "Was that all me? My hand that ended all, the war? Alone? I dreamt of brothers falling, fighting, winning, yet.. unknown Remain my answers in this wretched place i once called Home" "Rise now, and fight!" I hear, like the days before, thundering call "I raised you from your sleep! Now fight what stands ahead!" I know her, her voice, her cunning, I remember all the dead, Were so because the voice that I now hear in my aching head. I stand, she grins, and if I fight, she wins, then maybe I can stall And fight her will and fight her power, resist all her control Yet armies, alien, now rush to aid her will, trying to take m...

Free A step, he made, another one, arrived From outside, in to shelter, to hide From the rain, from the sun, from the unknown From the people, the noise or the foretold. Another, he made, now closer, encroaching As the darkness was setting, intruding, approaching As the rain was now fading, the dripping was gone And the people were nowhere, all but just one. A step, he made, another, forgotten As she only stood there, all broken and rotten As her hand was now stretching, no flesh and no bone From her ghost of a mouth a whisper, alone: “No mountain, no river, no crevice you`ll cross Will ever allow you to run from your cross! No step and no darkness will ever enshroud This path of your journey was never allowed!” A step, he made, the last one broke free From darkness to light, to sun and now free.