Smile, Sacrafice.

Silver, Selfish.

Serious, Sorrow.

Spiritual, Sprain.

Soul, Sick.

Stop, Still.

Submit, Silence.

Suffer.

I can't allow

all of my walls to fall

nor can I resist you

you are my heaven

as well as my hell

my deep desire

and my passionate pain

the ache at 2am

the craving

that drives me insane

you are-

the poetry

that runs through

my veins

© 2017 ScriptedSilence. All rights reserved

Oftentimes I sit and become bored of my thoughts. My own worries becoming tiresome.

It is in these times that I take business trips to the mind of my friend.

We’ve never mentioned it, but he knows when I’m there.

I wind my way through the jungle of his thoughts, and I wade through the swamp of his feelings, finding the forests in which I sit and share lunch with his demons.

God, I hate them,

But they know this land better than I do, and I need their guidance to find him sometimes.

So we sit on a nearby bench, and eat, and they help me melt away the facade.

I follow them until everything is blank.

I follow them until edges become indistinguishable from curves, and I can so longer identify the path from which we came.

Sometimes, they take me places I don’t even think he knows exist.

All The while I take note of the areas they avoid.

I notice when they don’t follow that staircase, or take me on a detour to avoid that room.

And I know those are the places I must bring him.

Like a loving poem goes

You were my home

Came to me with nothing but open arms

As I naively took you in

I craved your sense

you were my everything

From bliss to sins

It meant the world to me

The way you held me

To how you drained me

It wasn’t shortly after

this became a game to see

From how you uttered you loved me

To how you showed you’d blow me

From the smile in my face

To the scars in my hands

You were my everything

& while everyone saw us walking through rainbows

I was here stuck in this dull prism

#MyFirstChallenge #Prose

Art By: Willie Hsu

I am crucified for my religion,

I am crucified for my skin color,

I am crucified for my economic status,

I am crucified for my beliefs,

My body and soul are condemned,

with atrocious strives

They’re preaching falsehoods, a disguised truth

Words of lies and deceits, for their own indulgence

But I am deaf of hearing, the poisons they spray

So, I am hunted and killed, for not looking their way

I am crucified for my free mind,

I am crucified for my thoughts,

I am forced to exile, to places not home,

A country man, without a country,

I am so terrified, each time the winds roam

I run, far away from the monsters,

but still nowhere to hide,

For my new home is the same,

for humans still live inside

If every where I lived,

my being is not suited, or posed a threat,

I would rather be exiled or crucified,

than being engulfed,

with the fire of bigotry or hate