Villain.

A touch of poison;

A kiss of death.

Your hugs were wreaths

Enclosed with regrets. 

Anew.

You’ve forgotten how to love.

You’ve forgotten your own worth.

Suppressing your needs for another,

She calls and you answer.

At the beck and calling

Was all you remembered doing.

The beauty of love,

Is that it is mutual.

I’d show you,

If you’d love anew.

December.

They say,

Home is where the heart is

I never felt like I truly belong.

I’m looking for an eternal home.

Home that feels warm on Christmas

Hugs, kisses and gentle voices.

Cheesecakes and whipping cream,

Creme brûlée’s a great choice too

One that allows my own pace and life,

Loves me on the darkest night.

Loneliness is being around people

Yet feel you never truly belong.

I haven’t found where my home is

Is it a purpose?

Tell me?

Is it a state of mind?

I’ll find it!

Is it a person?

If it’s you, come get me.

Mime.

Life without a dime,

Deemed society’s crime.

You’ll be a mere mime,

In a race against time.

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.

Aliens.

Move in swishes,

Live on wishes.

We are all different –

Yet somewhat alike.

We all love,

We all fear.

Isn’t it strange we don’t care so much about each other?

Isn’t it ridiculous sometimes we’re afraid of each other?

Before the grave,

After all you gave.

We are all the same,

Yet somewhat different.

Isn’t it stupid to compare riches?

Isn’t it dumb to have made someone’s life difficult?

Blessings are the days living,

That’s all I’m really saying.

Be kind,

Be brave.

And soon you’ll find out,

They give our life it’s true meaning.

Australia.

Flashing lights,

Trashy vibes.

Watch it you nay-sayers,

Imma’ a nay-slayer.

Guided by light,

I’ll take flight –

To where alleys are tight,

And to where it shines bright

Where exactly?

I’d fly down-under.

Why, don’t mind me?

I’m a neon light hunter.

Try.

Sometimes I feel like I forgot

How to cry.

Sometimes all we need is

Someone to pry.

Sometimes I want to rant till

My mouth runs dry.

Sometimes all we need is

That someone to try.

Dove.

Going double

It spells trouble.

Son of a gun,

They call it fun.

Evil is love

Masked as a dove.

Twisted fate

And undying hate.

Left at the end,

A broken heart to mend.

Mere.

She only speaks

Of what she fears.

He only seeks

What he wants to hear.

Darkness forgets

Whatever held dear.

Perhaps when the sun rises

It’s when it all turns clear.

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