Love or Pain

How can we learn to love someone else, place
Our trust in someone that might hurt us. How
To make sure it's not just for the chase?
Will they break the vows they make here and now?

We don't know if we will get hurt, we all
Get broken by life, that is a fact. But
Will they mend us? Will they help us stand tall,
Take on the world with us, bandage our cuts?

We need to allow ourselves to fall, trust
In this stranger with the whispers of our
Hearts. Open ourselves, be flooded with dust
From the world, open the doors of the tour.

Truly loving someone is to let them
In, and to not kick him out on a whim.

Soul

Don't let them tell you,
That they know who you are
When they've only seen your summer.
Don't let them define you,
For you are not a single thing
You do not fit neatly in a box,
You are the ever changing tide,
The relentless waves of the sea
Different from every angle,
Old and young in harmony.
They have not seen
Your inner demons,
The secret box you keep hidden,
Within the fortress of your heart.
You are not a label,
You are not one thing.
You are the wind that howls at night,
The rosy first rays of sunlight,
The soft petals under one's hand.
Your body holds stars,
Planets, solar systems,
A whole universe waiting to be discovered.
But don't share your secret,
For it is far too precious.
No one can imagine
The vast plains, the waterfalls,
The tidal waves, the hurricanes.
The perfect storm,
That is hidden within your soul.

The Night I Became One With Time (Reworked)

I traveled along a dark path one night,

I found a man, who told me of a curse,

Who told me he could show me the last light,

The light at the end of the universe.

I grabbed his hand and ran away through time,

I saw things beyond my wildest dreams, stars

Growing cold, being born, whole lifetimes,

Passing me by, fleeting, like fast cars.

Saw the beginning of all, Creation

I saw pain and anguish, everlasting.

The End, damnation of generations

My life came flashing, and I understood:

Only through time was I able to see

All that make us human, all the beauty.

Our Walls

Life is defined by what we hold back,
What we chose not to say.
No one knows better than us,
What we hide from the world.
Each one of us projects an image,
A façade, of what we believe
Society wants to see,
Trapping who we are
Within ourselves.
The walls we so carefully built
The ones we were told would keep us safe,
Have become a prison.
They no longer keep us safe from harm,
But isolate us, keeps everyone out.
We have become a world
Caged within our minds,
Unable to speak up.
But this doesn't have to be the way it is,
You can say no.
You can tear down your walls
Brick by brick, show the world
Who was hiding inside them.
Stop staying quiet,
No longer be a standby,
A mindless drone,
Letting horrid things happen
To the people around you,
Things you could have prevented.
Do not regret what you cannot change,
But change so you don't regret.

Human Instict (reworked)

Happy the man who is angry and scared,
For he is fundamentally mortal
More honest with himself and the world, dared
Speak his mind, protest inhuman morals.

Fear, the driving force of humanity
Has made us stronger, faster, blood pumping
Through our veins, pure rage helping it along,
Making men desperate for their freedom.

From the trenches of war, humanity
Rose form the ashes, anger their powerful
Incentive, building civilisation
From ruin, in ungodly lands, they strived

Happy the man who is angry and scared,
For he is a Creator, a fighter,
Poet, a knight of the unwritten word
The building block of an equal world.

A Writer's Soul

I am angry, my body shaking from

Holding it in. Being dismissed, ignore

Discredited. One minute a child, the

Next a young lady. My hopes and dreams are

Mocked, my opinions put aside, because

Of my age, my youth and my innocence.

No one sees beyond the physical, into

The mind, the very essence of a person.

I have seen worlds burn to the ground, lived a 

Thousand lives, felt a thousand pains, suffering

Beyond comprehension. I have felt the

Loss of hope, I have had nothing to lose.

I am a reader, a writer. Words my 

Only escape, flowing through my veins, swirling

Under my skin, a silent storm of Ice

And Fire, waiting to be free from their cage. 

Human Instinct

Happy the man who is angry and scared,
For he is fundamentaly mortal
More honest with himself, and the world, dared
Speak his mind, protest inhuman morals.

Anger shaped humans throughout history,
Fear, the driving force of humanity
Has made us stronger, faster, blood pumping
Through our veins, to the brain, helping thoughts bloom.

From the trenches of war, humanity
Rose from ashes. anger, their powerful
Incentive, building civilisation
From ruin, in ungodly lands, they strived.

Happy the man who is angry and scared,
For he is a Creator, a fighter,
Poet, a knight of the Unwritten Word.
The building block of a better world

The Night I Became One With Time

I traveled along a dark path one night,
I found myself alone with a strange man
Who told me he could show me the last light.
The light at the very end of the time plan.
I grabbed his hand, and we ran away through time,
I saw things beyond my wildest dreams, things
That should not exist, that are sublime.
I saw the fall and the rise of great kings
Saw the beginning of all, Creation.
I saw pain and anguish, everlasting.
The end, damnation of generations.
My life came flashing, understanding;
Only through time I was able to see
All that makes us human, all the beauty.

The World Teens Live In

School is a prison
Its where ideas,
And dreamers,
Go to die.
They teach us to conform,
To abide by their rules.
They tell us that we have a say,
A voice in the world.
They are there for us,
If ever we need help.
These are lies.
They do not care, do not listen.
Students are screaming,
Their throats raw from the effort.
Yet we are written off,
As hormonal, disruptive teens.
We are bullied, pushed to our limits,
By our peers.
Going to the principal,
Or the guidance counselor,
Will not make a difference.
They are too busy,
To worry about our petty problems.
They take away our art programs,
And our history classes,
Then blame us for our outrageous behavior.
How to talk to your teen,
How to understand them,
Are common books and articles.
We are people.
We hurt, we laugh, we cry, we dream.
Just like you.
We are people,
Trying to find our way in a world
Where everything is broken.

My Body

My body is not a sin,
It is not a temptation, an object
Built for your personal pleasure.

My body was built
To climb the mountains
Of despair, hopelessness and anger,
So I could outrun a world
Without imagination,
My body was built
So I could build a life
On the foundations of trust and love.

My body was not made to be perfect,
Molded to society's ideal of beauty.
It is unique and controversial,
Daring to be different
In a world where conformity is the norm.