Re-Clothed

Hey that corner in which you speak
Will drive the heart to yearn for better
He may have broke you
But you have now broken free
You will prove him wrong
What he stripped will be replaced
No longer must you mold to his liking
But if you choose to revert back to that state
His little play thing
That corner will become your tomb
And soon you wont hate him
You will only hate self
Self hatred
is the heart crying in
A heart crying in
Isn't what makes you attractive
Its the joy hidden in that corner
That makes people wanna help
Even though they see you
They can see your pain
They see your love
They know it is pure
So they walk away
Until you can fully shake him
No one can help
No one will try
Sadden by this fact
They continue to walk
As if you would push

Neverland

Dear Ms. Pan,

You’ve got  me

You’ve made me believe in forever

Forever young

Thank you.

But sadly this is a fantasy

No one is forever

We all grow up

As long as we leave Neverland

I’m sorry for trying to take you away from it

I thought you were ready

Obviously not

My bad for trying

Thank you.

You held my hand through

Neverland

I guided you through the dark

Neverland

You made me smile

Neverland

You made me laugh

Neverland

You made me cry

Neverland

I fell for your game

Neverland

People warned me about you

Neverland

Since the first mistake

Neverland

I didn’t believe them

Neverland

So I gave you another chance

Neverland

Another shot at this

Neverland

Right they were

Neverland

Again you hurt me

Neverland

Here I am cold, sad, broken

Neverland

But you will never get that chance again

Neverland

Neveragain

Absence

I'm in one of those moods
In which only God can hurt me
You know me
You know God
But do you really know us
For I truly don't know you yet
Yet that is to say you never opened up Never took down the wall
But invited me to break it
You have
For you are afraid to open up
Afraid another may hurt you
Sadly I say this:
You don't know me
You never wanted to
Because you know I would never hurt you You just want me to be him
To replace him
To be that thrill you can reuse
To be the joy that is here now
And soon to be replace by another
I am your light bulb
Religion is your excuse
God isn't coming my dear
Because you replaced him too

The Symphony

Already the face has changed
The clock has went back
Placing us right where we were
In a perfect reality
Where I fall for you again
But you may lead me to my doom again
Down a path of destruction
Once again
Will it be different if I say . .... ... ...?
What you all are thinking
You said it to me but is it real?
It can't or can it
Either way I must walk away
At least for the moment
Right now the trip
Might be twice the journey
At least we made it half way there
Positive thinking right?
Would you allow it to pick from where we dropped off
Or would you start a new course?
Never be the same again
xoxoxo Madness

Exodus 3:33

Finish him
Off with his head
Other things that represent the end
During our Genesis
Things seemed so amazing
So prefect
So pure
But as things progressed 
We seemed to be corrupt
Your wants, my needs
Seem to never mesh well
But I realize I fell for a ghost
Who fell for the shape-shifter and the trickster

God how can I be so dumb

Anyway lets figure this out
How could we host this party?
Lost on this boat 
Trapped on this page
If I jumped up and walked away
Would you ask me to stay?
Let's find out my dear
How much you truly care

Poetry at 4:33 AM

Why do we play these games?
Back and forth
Flirting when we both know
Any advances made you shoot down
What is the point?
Ups and downs
You speak on thing we both know
Could never come true
Why pull him along?
Left and right
You build him up but we both know
You're ready to tear him down and move to the next thing
Are you aware?
This lifestyle ends up alone
Down and out
A change in pattern may be for the best
At least let him relieve his stress
Prove them all wrong
Let him be right for opening back up
Not regret his choices
He is playing a more dangerous game
Than the one you replaced him with
He is risking it all for you
And the second biggest crime is
That you are to blind to see
Lady he wrote you off
He took you back
Yet you play with his heart
He writes about you
In relation to his lack of religion
You became a symbol of his lack of fate
But the biggest crime
Is that he does not know
How to make you aware

Where I’m Suppose To Be

Tonight, I wish on

This 11:11

That where I am

Tonight, is where I’m suppose to be

That this night would be the most important

Tonight,

Tonight, what is it about you

Tonight,

That makes me want to be forever here at

This moment if I died I want

To cherish just

This me in my solace, happy with myself

Therefore being happy with you is a

Thrill

PSA

Sorry I've been away for so long. Just getting shit together in my own head, in my own life. If I still have readers let me know. Lost enough people in this school cycle. Shit happens I guess. Just know whoever rode  the storm with me. You wont have to wait for much longer, I'll be back to me sometime soon.

Philosophical Thinking

Failure isn’t just a hobby

It’s my occupation

I’ve seem to let you all down

At least as far as I can see

But I’m proud of it

Disappointment doesn’t bother me

Those who I still disappoint

Don’t really know who I am

Therefore they do not exist

Homecoming

Young man,
Welcome back,
Back to the world that raised you,
You have taken many things from it,
Now it is our turn to receive,
The nurturance and life we have given you,
You now give to others,
It’s just a shame the way you chosen to give back.
You could have given in many other great ways,
But you’re skills would have been wasted,
You took not just from us but from many,
But alas you return it all ten fold,
This world is joyous,
You are finally home,
This world is joyous
Your world is cold.