an old poem

All this time,
All these memories,
they sum up to become,
a heartbreaking treachery.

You grow up believing,
you grow up demanding,
unknown is the deceiving,
part of understanding.

You get your hopes up,
you are naively convinced,
your dreams will be struck,
down by the evince.

No matter how you fight,
courageous acts won’t stop time,
only memories will be by your side,
on the day that you resign

It feels so unfair,
it feels like the biggest crime,
no matter my despair,
a smile is the best I could leave behind.

recycle

a sentence so simple,
a sentence so hard,
sentenced my thoughts,
to spring wildly apart.

our eyebrows are raised,
when stumbling upon,
life so cute,
embodied by a furry little paw.

Yet do we miss,
to realize the truth,
that our stay here,
is as short as it is cute.

it is morbidly cruel,
but when we were born,
there started a countdown,
to the flies next respawn.

To live is greater than to survive…

For you it was just an unknown amount of air,but for me it was something that defined my whole future life and my very existence as a mortal person.
It was something that my lungs craved satisfaction and affection from,
but you would have just kind of stared at me had it gone uninhaled.

In love, you are that unmeasured amount of air,
an amount that barely ever fill my lungs, ever since you crippled my desire to breath with your tormenting unfaithfulness.
Sometimes I think you are strangling just to be able to set your curious eyes to rest on that lifeless body of love.

An experience richer,
and knowledge of stranglehold firmness to be applied on your next relation gained.

Who am I?
Tissue and dust trapped in a self-recycling process that will result in refined polluted air.

You inhaled, exhaled and prevailed.

I tried, I cried and I lived.

Hi! I’m Nobody!

Once upon a time,

when nobody was I,

nobody would try,

to keep nobody alive,

but then nobody died,

if that’s a fact then nobody is still alive…

You see nobody is here,

writing nobody spends his time,

I guess nobody cares,

about nobodys stupid rhyme.

4oClockSandwich

To a friend

I was driving a around just a minute ago. Came to think about how quickly things can change. Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse. Everything you built up can be taken from you in an instance. I just wanted to assemble some words to tell a friend that I do cherish the friendship.

I gave you the knife, that is stuck in my heart

I trusted you with my life, wishing you would never depart

To make me bleed, you only need to twist

I could have played it safe, but your love is worth the risk

Everytime you give me some of your love,

I am forced to sharpen the blade,

If you’d cut me right now, my heart would forever be decayed.

Still, I do not feel afraid.

Thank you for being a part of my life!

I am one of the thousand faces

…left to be comprimised in certain cases.

Sometimes we cannot predict our pasts.

Or how long the friendship will last.

Scenarios engaged by butterflies.

Polished and wrapped up in beautiful lies.

Even though some decisions anger me.

People must make them to protect the dream.

Dear Mr. Sandman

…I officially hate your guts.

You slip people pills,

pills that lift the curse,

pills that make us do our best,

pills that prepare us for the worst.

But some of us refuse,

we wanted to cease the day,

never ever are we excused,

Mr. Sandman makes you pay.

( Mr. Sandman you’re so gay)