Dedication to the MusesEven when I'm so lostThat I can't speak,It's always those wordsFrom a year agoThat lift the poetryOut of me.
A Star MetaphorDreams of the dark skyTremble at our fingertips,Avoiding our grasps,But never our eyes -For they are a shining hopeThat can never get lostWhen outside of our reach.
HojarascasHell's colors burn brightOptimism among child'sJokes unheard in theAir's breezes; oh,Rampant racesAcross the lastingSun-dried leaves asCollapsing branches fall inAnother sweet Autmn day.
Mama, It's Snowing Outside...You're as evilAs the shards of iceFalling upon meFrom your Sky Hell;You rip the skinFrom the bonesOf every beingYou can't otherwise control.
First SnowCold crystals fall,Angelic white flakesOf the night'sDeep-freeze;I regard the view,Reminiscing -The falling flakesAre the remainsOf my shattered,Colorless heart.
Grasping for ChancesYour essenceIs the dreamI yearn for.
Heredity.Your words functionLike a disease;They infect everyoneWho is born from them.From the generationWho holds it,But never shows...To yours and above,Who all leakFluid deception.We all scar from it,Fall to our knees,Sick of it -Of every being,Of you!And simply becauseIt's killing you,You murder usWith it's tactics.
Off With Temptation!Dear life,If you wishTo be lived,Quit danglingSuicide's ropeIn my closet.Sincerely,The many unableTo break free.
Opaque IllusionLove is a drug,That makes me live;You are life.