Vengeance, what I seek.

vexation seething

I can't speak.

heavy breathing,

I feel weak.

bitter thoughts sheathing,

each layer unique.

hysteria increasing

making me shriek.

indignation realsing 

leaving me weak. 

Hearts racing to the rhythm of there bodies, sloppy kisses and no breathing room. Searching for oxygen within one another, while hands search the surface their bodies.

Moans of pleasure escape the mouth, quickly met with lips. 

Clothes drifting to the ground, one by one.

Eyes meeting, lips touching,

as they go the distance most would hope for.

Shutters of satisfaction leaving them breathless.

Steadying their heartbeats as they wrap their arms around each other. 

A unison "I love you"

A unison "Good bye" 

Steadying their voices before they wake the neighbors.

Shutters of cries, leaving them lifeless.

as they fight more than most would hope for.

Eyes watering, lips moving but no words come out.

Clothes packed into bags, one by one.

Moans of pain escape the mouth, only to be met with silence.

Searching for oxygen without one another, while hands shake uncontrollably.

Hearts breaking, and no breathing room. 

Trusting the system only gets you so far

hardly  living, we work.

everyday we

mislead the mind to believe the

only thing we all need, is money.

no one bats an eye as 

everyone becomes classified

yearning for more to survive.

the world is becoming segregated

how can we all be dictated

easily like this?

only if we all realized money is not true bliss.

relying on it until we are in our grave but in the end

you and I, we bleed the same. 

As I sit and watch the smoldering fire

I get a sweet satisfaction listening to the sizzling

noises it releases

its searing glow and hot sparks

mesmerizes me

like singing snakes

hissing in harmony.

As I sit, I feel the warmth

from the sea of flames

soothing my soul

slithering a smile across my face

making me savor this moment.

A motto is something to live by, something that speaks to you as a person, or really just is you as a person in words. Everyone has a motto, even if it's not something you find on the internet in a fancy font with some sappy picture as the background, you have one. You live by this motto, it has helped develop who you are as a person today and who you can be tomorrow. My motto is: “Be like the sun and you shall warm the earth.” You can interpret this in many ways I’m sure but to me it means be kind and smile, share your inner light. Spread your positivity and kindness and it will spread warming everyone in your path. Your positive vibes and good thoughts can lift everyone else up around you, just as quickly as your negative thoughts can vibes and pull everyone down. Be that person who everyone loves to be around and that person that can turn someone's frown upside down. When I was a little younger I used to be a real bummer, shitty attitude all the time and I’d spread that. If you saw me walking down the street I wouldn't smile at you be polite and say something along the lines of “how are you today?” I would look past you with a frown that seemed to be permanently stuck to my face and quit potently ruin your day without you even knowing it because your attitude affects the people around you. Be like the sun, be happy, kind, caring and compassion. Spread life and warm people's hearts because life is beautiful and it's something a lot of us take for granted. Take those negative vibes and toss them in the trash, be like the sun and you will warm the earth.

All your life people will come and go

like leaves in the wind on a fall day

they will drift away.

It way feel unfair

like a foul-play

but you will live

to see another day.

Each person serves a purpose

like song's steady tempo

they create the beat

your dancing to

making life feel

less blue.

They build you up

like a construction team

and see you at your highest

They fix you up

like the repair guy

and wipe away your tears

Then they tear you down

like a demolition team

and make you feel broken

once they are no longer there.

All your life people will come and go

teaching lessons

like a textbook

page by page

leaving you thankful

and sorrowful

for the knowledge and pain.

I don’t see,

Whats wrong with me.

I don’t see,

The beautiful black sea.

I don’t see much,

I need to get in touch

With the world around me.

People are always trying to surround me

But I don’t see it,

My world seems to be unlit.

A true misfit,

Unfit,

For this era.

I don’t see why

So I look up to the sky

For answers

But my eyes filters

The beauty

Because I don't see.

A home away from home

Thats where you’ll find me

Somewhere in the catacomb

Or maybe out at sea.

The prose can take you anywhere

be your secret writing lair

Help you get your secrets out

When you have something to write about

Because everyone there will lend an ear

When you feel like you need to disappear,

To, scream, shout, and laugh

Maybe just write a quick paragraph

The prose will be there for you

A place for you to cling to

A place where you can be free

To write, and be artsy.

The prose is like a family

Restoring my faith in humanity.

Frosty the Snowman was a tormented blood driven soul

with a big sharp knife and a button nose

and two eyes that belonged to my friend Cole

Frosty the Snowman

Is a nightmare they say

He was made of snow but the devil knows

How he came to life one day

There must've been some witchcraft

In that old rusty knife they found

For when he placed it in his hand

He began to destroy the town

Frosty the Snowman 

Was as evil as he could be

And the children say he could kill all day

Even going after you and me

Slashety slash slash

Slashety slash slash

Hid from Frosty, Go

Slashety slash slash

Slashety slash slash

Before he gets you, oh

Frosty the Snowman

Knew it was going to rain holy water that day

So he said, "Time to die and make some human pie,

Before I burn away"

Down to the village

With a chainsaw in his hand

Killing here and there, all around the square,

Sayin', "I'll catch you, yes I can."

He dragged their bodies down to the streets of that town,

Right by the traffic cop

And he only paused a moment

Then he slit his throat before he could say, "Stop!"

Frosty the Snowman

Had to hurry on his way

But he waved goodbye. Sayin' "You better cry. I'll be back for you one day."

Climbing on to the railing of this bridge,

 I think to myself,

"one more step till freedom."

Because I, a man, can not soar.

I do not posses the mighty wings of an eagle.

Which is why you find me here on this bridge today. 

I crave the strength and respect

this majestic bird receives,

That I know will never be

mine, at least not until,

I take this step.