I am a wilted lily in a field of beautiful roses,
a crack in a family photo,
a dirty glass in the cabinet,
a bruise around a woman's wrist.
I am out of place, an unneeded addition to the earth.
Yet I continue to breathe, and I only now have thought to wonder why...
This flesh of mine used to feel cold, it used to feel itchy.
These days it is more like a warm blanket that I want to melt into.
the naive youth tears out its heart and gives it to another,
always ready to give and in turn, receives lime blossoms
the heart cries and the youth tapes its mouth shut.
they scramble to pick up the petals of a white lily that had been destroyed and hide their tears with songs of azaleas
The Mask She Wears
I am just an actor in a play
Putting on my mask every day
Constantly lying and frequently denying
My true self that wishes to be free
Because I fear the monster called 'Me'
Stunned by Rose petals...
Bashful towards the Gloxinias...
Passionate about red Chrysanthemums...
For I am just the pine...
And you are my Tulip
This child may be young
this child may be small
this child may be immature
But this child is human
this child has thoughts
this child has feelings
This child's youth should not make these things null and void.
for this child is the future
Who am I?
I spend so much time wondering...
Does it truly matter?
If I am real or a facade, Does it truly matter?
Hate, Why do I hate?
I hate everyone around me, Why do I hate?
I hate their voices, I hate their bickering.
I hate them, I hate them a lot.
Love, Why do I love?
I love everyone around me, Why do I love?
I love them despite their voices, I love them despite their bickering
I love them, despite the hate.
A sweet feel of serenity
A temporary escape from tyranny
A harsh but peaceful wind
While such a beautiful quite enters in
As you begin to lose yourself in sleep
Everyones yelling but no one's making a peep
The evil thoughts that enter your mind
Oh they say it's just a matter of time
Till the world floats away into slumber
Such a peculiar little number
As many times as I scream
It's just a one way stream
As the stream continues down a waterfall
I will yell hoping to end it all...
this is you.....
all of those things are a form of love....you are a form of love with those thing inside of you so please don't cry......love...