Please Understand Me.

When I buy,

I don’t quite want it.

When I comply,

I don’t quite agree with it.

When I try,

I don’t quite fit in.

When I cry,

I don’t quite feel it.

When I lie,

I don’t want you to believe it.

When I bid goodbye,

I don’t want you to take it.

Haze.

A nostalgic scent

Of unwanted feelings and crying eyes;

Of unfulfilled dreams and hunger to succeed;

Of unfated soulmates and lingering touches;

Of unwritten poems and stashed thoughts.

The smell of haze

And a hazy future are synonyms.

A reminder of we’ve come far,

But not quite far enough.

Get-away.

Run away

From the world you loved,

They never understood your ways.

Fade away

From those dreams you had,

They won’t take off anyway.

Glee.

Everyone’s got their vice.

A gentlemanly swindler.

A high-rolling miser.

A family-driven chauvinist.

A romantic cheater.

A glamorous gold digger.

A kind sex addict.

A life-loving drug abuser.

A religious cultee.

What you would see;

Always half of what it is.

They ask to fight or to flee;

Perhaps just let it be.

Wake Up.

Restrained,

By the thick ropes and chains.

Society,

Is the one that changed me.

Artist,

Was all I wanted to be.

Happy,

Was all I ever seeked.

Money,

They will give when you obey.

Glory,

You get with compassion frayed.

Winners,

Are ones who betrayed trust.

Losers,

Are those who gave too much.

Since when did it become this way?

Since when did we make it this way?

Kinship is soon nothing.

Friendship is soon vanity.

Nature is soon dying.

What about us?

Soon we’ll be alone and crying.

Blind.

Cash we seek;

Glory we chase,

But man, I’d tell you that’s just surface.

Even with all the success

But our hearts misplaced,

It’ll be real doom

No matter what we taste.

But that’s really just a peek

At the consequence we’ll face.

“We want happiness,”

And that’s all we say.

Look at us now —

Alive but dead.

What do we have now?

“Blindness to kindness,” I’d say.

The Other Side.

Clank.

Another one of those hearts got broken.

Aching through the flanks,

Alone and solemn.

Me and you against the world,

Seems like it was just an old folk tale,

When there are ones against your fleur,

Hands in the pocket no matter bail or jail.

Be.

Can’t you see

You should let me be?

Before I flee,

Just set me free.

Held captive by twines of the city,

All we needed was our minds at liberty.

Electric.

Brilliance is not a spark of wonder.

It is a consistent and persistent current that

One day gets strong enough to cause a sunder.

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