What you see

Light is on my side.

Darkness is on the other side.

I am possessed by good and evil.

I am divided from the middle.

If you hear me crying,

Will you look down on me?

If you see me outraged,

Can you take that calmly?

What if I am sharing and caring?

Is that truly benefiting?

What if I show courage for life?

Will that be inspiring?

What you see of me?

Is it a whole, or just pieces?

What you see of me?

Am I guilty or clean?

The Lost Child

Who are you, my lovely child?

Standing naked before the mirror

And staring at imaginary flaws,

You caress in such a gentle touch.

However, you can't recognize.

You look lost. You seem teared

Inside that perfect shell and skull.

Contradiction it is, I thought.

Sanity in you has no sign of life.

Reason is buried under sorrows.

You keep fighting a delusive war,

Against a villain you can't crash.

If one the day you realize,

You can gather the broken shards

Of your own pieces and love

Yourself. Then you won't perish.

No more, please, no more lies

About your maturity and spirit.

It's indifferent. My child, move on.

Find your place and select a role.

Shards of glasses have your broken images

Sounds of smashes, cries for crashes,

The blood drips down to the flooring

over your doorway and footprints.

You moan and groan in grave disbelief.

There was a sigh and many screams

Filling your time and space, eating

Your brain and the last bit of sanity.

Everything's gone but your misery.

Oh the pieces and shards have fallen

Before what have you saddened.

You knock on whatever has you beaten,

But only to hurt yourself with .

So mourn and cry, let the tears fly.

But they worth nothing before the lies

That is told to you when the tears dry.

Then you listen, you believe, you try

To restore them glass shards, the pieces

Back together like your broken memories.

But they stab when you reattach the glasses,

And all you see is your own broken images.

If I Drop You

If I ask you to leave,
Does that make me a cruel one?
Even though you can't care enough
To realize your mistakes.
Even though you are the one
Who carries all the faults.
Do anyone understand why I drop you?
Will they eventually know?

I sent you packing
I set you apart.
I sail you away.
I don't want you back,
Even though I'd like to see your face
For one last time.

With you the harmony is out of tune,
No matter how well I play alone.
With you the reasons become illogical,
No matter how much sense I make.
I am just walking around your wreckage,
And picking up pieces of you.
You blew smokes and ashes
Whenever the sky gets clearer.

No more sadness,
No more happiness,
Nothing matters,
because I am free.
I walk alone, I fall alone,
and I care about you no more.

The Sun Will Rise

I..., do not see you
The approaching sunrise
And the white blaze burns.
Just waiting for you.
And do you even realize
The deadly consequences.

You just shove away,
The senses and reasons.
Chasing after blood and joys.
Living for today,
Driven by silent voices,
Play carelessly and aimlessly.

So, you will try to hide,
The end comes at the sunrise.
But where could you make a shelter?
Or.., you choose to die,
Burn to ashes in the daylight.
Be a martyr of forever pleasure.

The black dusts smoke.
Was that what you became?
I just stand, stare, and silence.
The sun just rose.
The forever routine began.
I am indifferent for your vanish

Is this who you are?

Keep silence in the crowd wondering,
Which mask belongs, which smile suits,
The crowd you are indifferently embracing.
Then you put on the make up and fit in.

These are the thoughts that clouds
You every there and every time.
You need the attention of the crowd,
To feel loved and to feel alive.

Your darkness is surpressed and
Threatened into the corner of your heart.
You dare letting it out just when
strange ones are not roaming around.

And it is me who you face without them masks;
Who you dare to put down as your darkness rises.

Over

I see
my doubts
clouding me
and put me down.
Getting weak,
backing down,
I fear,
I feel drowned.

Yet
I reach deep,
and find a bit strength.
That may just be what I need.

Set,
I am ready,
stick it to them
and set myself free.

I am over it-
over my shortcoming
Though I could lose everything,
I will keep on trying, til I am dying.

Growing Up

Blades of greens clashed
in the wailing wind and
found no shelter to hide
from the tears of the sky.
The beating marches on
and destruction has begun.
Violently, the rips and rapes
violate them nights and days.
No hopes, no end,
Everything turns from green to gray.

Waiting

"Waiting"
Menacing, brawing, I step over mines
just to make through some harsh times.
I can't and won't pull punches, and I am
to fight against turbulance on my way.
I am not backing down, or sitting around,
waiting for my chance - my winning round,
to reach me miraculously sooner or later.
I will rise now, and stay above forever.
Not coming down, not letting anything go,
I am grinding to stay atop, even though
many want to see me fall, roll, and crawl
back to where I come from. And stay miserable

Not Listening

"Not Listening"

Whispering behind my ears, you said
"try a little harder and you may
find me under a breezy shade.
That will be your moment to rest".
Words linger in a spiral movement, and you
cover my eyes with your soft hands.
They carry me above and under,
from a beginning to an end.
But I am to refuse your enchantment,
and reject your song of sirens.
On this road I walk, needing none
of your love and none of your care.
Your words are just images of
illusive matter, and therefore
I push you back further behind myself,
leaving your words rising in an empty spiral.

I am not listening to you anymore....