Boy reasons with death on the edge

"My mind is clear,
I am content,
I’ll live out the next months
To there fullest extent”

It’s warm in here, just an abyss
Your emotions bring you pain
I’ll make them cease to exist.

"The resolve is there, and so is the drive"
There will always be barriers
For my friends I’ll survive.” 

Your resolve is an illusion to keep you from me
Your friends are not real
Death is certain you’ll see.

“To be with you means to be without love
I still have my tethers
all they need is a shove” 

If it’s a push you require, 

Then hang round your head
“But the others aren't finished!”
They’ll all soon be dead.

Questionable Battlegrounds.

If you’re branded something but believe otherwise, 

What are you?
What you think or what you are?
What if you can’t fit into a category?
What if your destined to never find out?
Black and white intervals both literally and metaphorically, 

Like an internal battle with no winner.

Contrasting colors fight,
What am i, if I’m not sure of it myself?
How can you define something you can’t comprehend ? 

How can you be something you don’t believe in?

MP3 Mind

Boom! crash! pow!
That’s the sound of my internal war,
The screams of a cocky child boasting,
That’s the sound of a fresh fatherless youth,
Glass shattering and falling into this grand structure,
That’s the sound of my heart breaking in a place I built for her.
The ocean crashing against a my brown back,

Similar sounds of the ego only in the wake it is muted.

My ego doesn't communicate with me directly, it’s it’s own thing.

Merely, Merely, Merely, Merely life is just a stream.

Life’s Stream is something you’re born into, 

Each tide changes according to your position,

You are part of it’s body.

But eventually you break away from the body, 

Become an estuary, 

No longer do others depend on your flow,

You’ll never quite find solace in that old stream.

To go back you need only slip in and visit, 

Not as a part of the stream but as a stone.
Your actions never having direct impacts

Skimming the surface

Ripples that are gone in a second.

Skip as many stones as you can before you leave.

Love Conquers All

Love shouldn't conquer.

Love should adapt,

Love should be cultivated,

Love should be modified,

Or left alone, 

Left to evolve into endless outcomes.

If love conquers is it a tyrant?

An emperor?

A brave warrior?

If love conquers, 

Will this conqueror be cruel?

Can cruelty be beautiful?

Brutal yet satisfying,

Something so strong it embodies itself,

Urges you to question, 

Question the Urge.

The urge to fight,

The urge to conquer,

The urge to live; 

In the pressure of that the people,

The pressure to die,

The pressure to forget,

The pressure to mourn,

All things you may have resisted at first.

But with all this pressure,

All these urges,
Why can't love turn you from a coal to a diamond?
Love as a weapon will always prevail,

Its wielders are the ones who lose.

Viper

A creature as smooth as silk,
As pretty as a rose,
With a smile that kills both the mind and body,
With alluring patterns and curves,
Slithering from the branches of life,
it’s mark scaring the land in a display of cruel, beautiful irony.


Spitting poison in the face of those who show respect,
For the bodies you have engulfed,
Showing offence when the ones who spit back,
A trick of the mind to switch the blame,
Victims constricted by their doubt,
Coming close to something so alluring was their fault.


You are a snake,
A venom,
A virus,
Entangled in a selfish fear,
This heavy foliage covers it,
Your only weakness is who you spit your poison at,
Choose carefully,
One day someone will have a more potent poison than you.

Build a bridge (In dedication to all the bonds one can make)

It takes more than one person and more than one idea; to build a bridge.
A pathway to connect two separate lands that seem dangerously far away.
Something so simple,
So symbolical,
Slightly Cynical to a small mind.
That kind of thing just seems too good to be true.
At many points in time do two halves think it better to be whole.
Bridges will rust from age,
But a few coats will right it,
Bend from stress,
But it can always reform,
Break from pressure.
But it can be repaired,
Its symbolic how a bridge if maintained correctly,
Can stand as tall as any tree,
Stretch as far as the eye can see,
Through the mists,
Crossing seas,
can take the forces of nature,
And still withstand me.

Venture: Voice Galaxy

I decided to record my emotions at a low point, this was all i could think about. I pieced together the crappy poetic shrapnel of my mind and i got this. 

The voice memo is sweet, Oddly calming.

P.S Listen to this, adds effect.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkmnqeCHEfQ

To her i feel like i am nothing.

I hold no responsibility, Yet have so much ambition.

With her i float through constellations, the millions of lives around me

Nothing, mere interference for whats really there.

When i;m with her, if feel as if i'm dreaming, but its all so real. 

Something you never want let go off, and you fear it, for all the time you have together.

And the fear consumes you.

But to see the smile,to share the Galaxy of emotion, to see the embodiment of why you go on. 

Is reason enough to go on.

The Pocket Knife Jacket

Finding a false peace in the liars cloak,
Flaunting its extravagant colors like a peacock who’s tail is its weapon,
Flinging the many layers of its overly complex, self imagined body.
All for indications,
Some for humor,
Empathy; Love even.
For all may writhe in amazement of what you show as yourself
Some might shudder,
Some may hate and covet what you've made
And occasionally even you could get caught up in the beauty you parade to others,
Maybe even lose yourself in it.
But whats under the exterior only few have seen,
The damaged,
The Wounded,
The hardened by age,
The things these coverings are meant for,
trophies of life of which i would rather not display.
All repairable even if not broken,

But just in case.