Want

In this world people say that you don't always get what you wish for but they're completely incorrect. All I like to do is to see the other side the one no one likes. The truth.

Faces and Phases

Through this life we go through many phases.
Unable to go through walls we decide to turn back.
Sometimes we go around them or us being powerful and the wall weak we break through with confidence.
As we walk through the path we see many faces, reflections even and eyes looking into eyes.
We're not intimidated very easilly but sometimes fear is all we have. Hold that fear with open arms because that's only what we're destined to have. Holding fear cold bodies we feel welcoming death into our lives. I've been wanting to see that one human who chooses to live rather than die. I've been waiting for someone who wants that too. Our faces going through many phases sometimes bleeding red and at worst times blue is what travels down our faces being tied down to the ground we can't go on. We hold ourselves with our own leash that can't be torn unless we realize that it isn't really there. We're being forced to live free and therefore being oppressed by things so mere like the wind. The green in th elight so strong and growing into the sky. When the world is the the attention of the space above we're still not meant to become self centered. Dust slow covering our knowledge and making it decompose into the past and letting us forget who we're suppossed to be. Pieces are all we have when the fire burns out our houses we were meant to keep organized. Our innocence spilled like blood through the floor it lies and it hardens instead of evaporating. Our hearts becoming black with the smoke of our souls slowly separating itself from our cursed bodies. Possessions only happen when we lack a soul to feel the spirituallity within us. When every message makes sense and every word is the truth we're only searching for the convienence in this life so long and sometimes too short. When in life we need a secretive God which listens to us when we're in the dark rooms doors locked and let the truth come out of us no matter how much pain our silent sincerity brings us we're just stars waiting for our fire to die or burst into more light. Let others learn why stars don't always burn bright but why do stars die slowly and darkly? when we wear the robes of ritiual in the night we recite our creeds to make this life even better for ourselves and let those who don't belong die outside. What makes someone worthy enough to become great? No specific virtue at all except tha lighted Aura in our hearts and body not burning black. Colors that make us so many to name hummanity in average is very gray. Smiles and and frowns more popular than any other emotion poison our lives making us hurt for things which hold no real meaning. Our roots being eaten by the parasites that grow in the ground taking our nutrition and letting our limbs dry out and die. This world me and you have is everything we can ever have and this war in which we fight is for a different reason for all of us. Avenge, attack, destroy, kill, save, protect, live free and enjoy your life while you take part in this game.

The Past

Why did i choose to hold on to the past?
why do i hold on to people forever lost?
because they lost me and i didn't lose them.
the water cycles and someday they'll be back
maybe different and containing different things.
but still the same hopeless souls our world holds.

Shining Light

When does a light not shine?
when is it so dim it cannot light?
I've wondered if there's a light in the dark that no one can see. Through my thoughts and as I walk I'll always seek that light that doesn't shine. Ever since I was so young my own name was a mystery to me. Even if I found it now it still confuses me is that really who I am? I highly doubt it, I can't be that person I found. My first choice was to change the way things go. First thing I did is save the friends I could and abandon those who would corrupt me if I kept them close. Everything is just here and there because I was the one who put it there. I made sure of all of this to go the way I wanted. Till one day I had a dream and someone said "They believe that you shouldn't be where you are" and I thought why?" neither do they think you should had made it this far" and I laughed and smiled and said "why?". Right then I heard a voice coming from a room "you're talking too much come back inside" and I felt the need to go so I said goodbye. At that moment I kissed her in the forehead and walked away looking back in every step. She looked so lonely just staring back but I felt nothing right then. When I walked in the room I colored everything the way I wanted to. Making the walls red and black a warm feeling that always comes to mind. The room was dark and empty and I didn't know who's voice I had heard. I was alone and everything was two colors red and black. My hands were stained by the color red as I looked at them with my daily habit. The person I can become is not the one I'll choose to be but rather forced to be I thought. Suddenly I felt a breeze of cold icy water hitting me. Even though inside it seemed like the color was made of water and simply watercolor. Everything was washed out and in the air I smelled a fresh smell of Rose and as I looked around it was all clean and I was outside. My house in front of me with its pink brick and white lining. In front of me against the wall there was a Rose bush and I was pouring water on its roots like I had done every other day. And, when I went down to look at the flower closely it was a red I've never felt before. So absorbing and yet so gentle I knew what it asked. A gentle murder of my soul but I thought "impossible" my soul can't die so easily. so my eyesight went away so blind I could hear everything around me as clear as something not real because nothing could be clearer than that. I heard a voice and that voice gave me two choices either to see all lies or to be blind forever and so I chose to be blind because seeing lies would be like seeing things that aren't real therefore the world that I call mine would just be part of my mind and nothing would be real. A Rose would smell the same as the floor because nothing would be there. 3 times I chose the blinding truth I could hear rather than the thriving lie.

Clearly by me

True understanding

I don't get why?
why do i understand things some people don't?
but still don't understand the things people should?