Fake

The fake flesh.
Unwilled,
Undemanding.
They speak in an openess,
Unknown to man.
We are consistantly,
Unmoved,
Unmotivated,
Broken.
This fake blood,
Is unreal.
So we will die,
But becoming ourselves,
Can keep us,
Alive.

The Conversation

"Those little monkeys,
Are the words little said,
But they are the greatest.
Funny how it sounds so perfect,
Funny how we are alive,
Funny how everyone is part of one story.
If a small ant is killed,
The last of its kind,
How our world does change."
Said the rabbit to the fly.

"But those worldly to all,
And those whole can understand,
The berries of red are the same,
As those black ones,
Its all how we are perceiving things,
And what then is the lesson here?"
Replied the fly.

"For monkeys are the smallest of hopes,
They keep me going,
And his friend the ant is forever,
He will be reunited,
With him when he is the last...
Which he is,
And so are you and I,
The key of our flowers,
Are how we are,
Bonded and befriended,
By all the lost, lonely and the last of us"
Said the unknown.

The Telescope

Calmer at the sea.
The water washes all those dreams,
Up over me.

My choice to choose what dreams i want,
Those make me who i am.
Dreams are washed upon the sand.

Calmer at the ocean.
The waves are a part of me.
We are the sea.
We are the water.
We are sand,
Moved by ourselves,
To where we are.

We are the ocean.
We are the beach.
We are a dream.
We are a nightmare.
We are found by ourselves,
Until,
We are lost in ourselves,
By selfishness
We are what we have willed.

Broken Hearts Always Scar

Fireflys are nothing more than words,
Drifting in my dark mind
But fireflys can't live forever,
And neither can I.

My words are artifical,
Nothing more because if I really talk,
I will be ignored.

My fever is higher,
I can't make a mistake,
Because if I do,
All the fireflys will pore out
And there will be a neverending poison,
That drifts through my veins
And the tears never dry
The blood to my heart will continue to flow
But the places and moments,
Where you touched my heart,
Shall always ache for you.

I will always remember,
The most of my moments,
When i thought it was true,
But you are always going to be,
To good to be true to me
So I'll go back,
To my former love,
Because love is what I live for,
Till the end of my every day.

I loved you again,
But forever you are going to be,
My hell in my heaven,
Where Fireflys are nothing more,
Than dreams I never lived before.

Sketch Yourself Again

Thoughts are oblivious to all who think
The sand is a warning
To all that we are going to be...

We have all been washed away
We don't know who we are until we are...

Faith is a descret way of saying no
Bubbles are just another form
Crystal clear when you really look through
You, yourself are mirrored within
It's just some people dont see all of their chances
And others are more cautious
than those who arn't as emotional...
A fiction of an exit...
We can never escape...
Ourselves

Circles In Shapes

Inpowerment...

A lost cause is nothing without a gain,
The follwers are nothing without a leader,
And sadness is nothing without a happy,
And all we become is nothing through unending flaws...

As snow still trembles a heart is frozen,
Still beating and bleeding,
Nothing is nothing without an everything,
Love is nothing without you,
And i am nothing without this...

My hope isn't that you fall for me,
But that you will realize why I'm falling for you,
And my hope isn't that you read this,
Its that you know what I'm writing about.
I love you.
i think.

Just be yourself.
No one is you,
and,
anyone is a stereotype.