written-from-within

No poetry was written that day No children played, Lovers did not kiss Dogs did not bark The sky was gray The grass, yellow-green Maidens screamed into a lifeless world. No, no poetry was written No baby cried Men faced off and women sighed. Children were silent Birds fell from the sky Clouds ceased and dismissed And I didn't think of you. No, no poetry was written And I swam in rain You tried to confront me Give me all the blame No, no poetry was written No, not ever again.

They say i'm a soft-hearted Devil Violent but hoping for peace You can try all you want to my dear There's no hope of changing me I've burned buildings out of boredom Watched as lives turned to ash And yet felt compelled to run in again To save a little girl for her dad I slay thousands because I can And for that I'm told i'm hopeless But the guilt inside is unbearable So to each family I leave a dozen roses This softness is unwelcome to me But I know it's because of you Your love for me is a curse I can't break but I don't think I would if i could choose You're an angel too good for this world And too good for a monster like me But for s

 Did we dye ourselves in colours of mercy, do we go neutral ourselves or fade to black, was it nearest the end we found our own redemption   we laid its tracks, was it human-like intentions fearing the sincerest act as stern as tomorrows   bleakness. As wings that protrude from the dawning figure those once protruding wings that once stood with the proudest glimmer but now they were covered by red murder-struck, as feathers  fell like floods of streams from where they hung, fear fled fullish as fleeting from itself as the subtleness sheds from shrouds they seeped, those shrouds  the seams of mercury. Was it dubious mystique?  

She is love and beauty Just as I am flaw and rage She offers hope and laughter And I return pain and death I am deviousness Just as she is truth and sage She comes to make me better And I come to take her breath I am domination She is life and shining eyes She smiles to calm my anger And I smile to draw here near She is thought and silence I am noise and muffled cries She showers me in passion And I shower her in fear

In the darkness of my mind, it roams; Too big to fit under my shoe. It’s not a mouse; it’s not a who. Trampling everything with sorrow and pain; I wanna get rid of the mammoth in my brain.

The leftover sense that led me here from the dawn to summer on the flickering shores that remember; the moment when you felt your life begin the moment you felt  the summer sun hit your skin, excitement, passing warm between bodies of brazen poems and timeless strokes that dawn of summer, my wish was to be the waves beneath the moonlight skies that burnt emerald, and glistened, Like a sight yet discovered the final, precipices to dreams from a distant wing, before the dawn to summer wishes were my everything.