The Faults of humanity, war

Crying solves nothing.
As all violence is bright,
and there is no way to conceal
it from the world. From the peoples
sight.

So what do you want from me?
Yellow fires and Red, innocence
I will not give in to the cries and brightness of humanity
We throw enough paint at one another already.

I will live in
bliss, I will know
sadness, melancholy, somber
more so than I already do.
Oh yes, I know these emotion very well.
Enough to know that I wish I didnt.

But without miseries
We wouldnt be able to submerge our souls
to the joy, playfulness, and love
I know lives with in all life.

It is for this reason that I repeat,
All violence is bright
crying solves nothing.
Tears only mock us with their presence.

This is an irrational
behavior but I never said we were perfect.
Humanity have weaknesses and flaws that is bright with war.
But that only strengths my resolve
in allowing no one to ever get the chance to see
tears, from sadness, running down our
cheeks ever again.

sweet tooth

The air was so sweet tonight that it left a bitter after sight. To them I wear blood coated glasses to hide the war from my eyes. But really the years of hate, prejudice, and cruelty has already rotted them away.

10:19 a.m

The fever in her chest peaked to dangerous levels last night. Between the mold of her breast. Pain clenches and release with each breath. She is no long curious because if it. That spark has been promptly put out and the smoke is just drawing lazy circles in her head.

So tired of being the fighter and not the lover she is made to be. Rest. Stop. and Fuck it. Irritated, no cigarettes to calm her down. Every breath that brings the delusion of happiness closer now hangs off her arm. She knows they are just scars but she can still feel them.

Its hard for people to understand her, and its even harder for her to get others to comprehend so she says rest. stop. and fuck it. fuck it. fuck it. fuck it.

Untitled

She wished to cut off her tongue. The weight of its swollen ignorance was too much to bear. Gagging and vomiting up boulder ton beliefs mixed with lack of forethought created green coloured stupidity. She discovered words sometimes weighed unevenly on different kinds of culture validity scales. As stone and air.

A cold war danced around inside her mouth. Enemy sentences lay under mounds waiting, dying, and burning. In the indecisive ash, she couldn’t hold the remains of remorse, the amusing disbelief and pride together. One must come out to play.

She wondered which of them will first occur. Maybe she will get lucky and none of them would be needed to be said.

But that is highly doubted.

And the winner is

Then room becomes silent
Screams tasted like deaf
His hands slices her pain
She wipes the tears from the eyes
As she continues to fight
The knifes says to the pistol
I wonder who the winner will be
Just as the bullet takes flight