cleanse

Art Credit: ketchup-suicide.

Something about bathing. Strange right?

The act of cleansing consists of removing impurities. 

I love the water, the warmth, the smells...sounds familiar.

I find myself holding on to a lot. 

I didn't ask to. Nor do I practice. 

You just look around time to time and see familiar pieces and wonder.

Why are you here?

Maybe my aura consists of something?
I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I'm not.
My genuine affection and care has been diluted by societies inner exchange of false visuals.
I rid of the aroma daily, watching it all drain.

Still in my heart I feel... 

nightmares

I had a nightmare. I was in control. I was me.

daft punk

The remaining robot continues to walk but eventually also gives up. He falls to his knees and tries to reach the buttons on his own back, but to no avail. Instead, he removes his helmet and reveals a printed circuit board face. He repeatedly slams the helmet onto the ground until it is shattered. Using one of the shards as a burning-glass, he focuses the sunlight to set his hand ablaze. The film ends showing the robot, completely on fire, walking in slow motion through darkness.

uub

They come to you in their despair. 

Slowly expanding their comfort zone

Know well what comes and tells.

Sweet moments they bring... notice how they sing.

A spell yet never what you mean

False connectivity  (Loud they speak, humble they seek)

Pointing the hands they held when (renditions come again)

Specially designed for the retarded...excuse me, now I'm the cold hearted.

Come closer... my image seemingly doesn't gleam strong enough.

The naivety drowned by the hesitant ways.

If it aint thrust thrust another head to the rush

it simply isn't anything but false connectivity. 

Save a breath, and a numerical exchange

save an "i" and an "e"

already know how ub

a thousand butterflies

When I depart this world. I hope to leave it better then I came. Hope is the one thing we carry that makes us dynamic in the universe. Challenging the inevitable. When I go, I wont be remembered long. Darling not even you. I wish a thousand butterflies from my lips to you. Battling tears, a fight one rather embrace, yet hope....we continue to hope.

This system

Those before us, civilized humanity. Creating this system we now call "life".
See money, education, they go hand to hand. Designed to bound humanity to purpose.
Its a system, creating the term "Survival of the fittest." A game if you will.

"Guess not everyone's designed to breach those walls"

Some tools are natural and others are gained. We're no more then an ant hill. Never questioning, repeating in new lights. Its crazy how we follow the masses yet live in our own little worlds. Then again what do I know. Governments and monarchies alike control the people. It has its pros and cons. Then that puts me in a different thought. If we know of the matrix, those who couldn't handle it...what would they, "the people" do? Guess not everyone's designed to breach those walls.

You ever wonder how movie plots come about? Maybe we're getting bits and pieces from the future. Look at "Superman" and how hes planet was destroyed. How is it we can create these stories yet can't learn from them? As technology grows, our self thought becomes weaker.

This system...our self destruction. Who'll save us?

waited and hated and faded

For the longest, I felt the need to be loved. Though in this need, I tried to find myself. I believed I needed to be loved in order to be complete. I needed someone to love me so I knew that guy in the mirror was someone. I needed to be loved, so I could love me. I was afraid walking this planet by myself. No more.

"the idea of "love" is beautiful."

 At this point in life, I don't believe in marriage, relationships of any kind. I do cherish the genuine essence of a connection with someone. Nothing is forever, but the idea of "love" is beautiful. Like any idea, its man made. I read somewhere "construit pour être seul." Means "built to be alone." Destiny is made by decisions made in the present, I just decided.

Many wont agree, "love heals all" or "love will come" or my favorite, "your crazy." That's fine. "I see and hear everything and still smile...yet Im no god"

Many many moons

Actions of course speak louder then words. Simplistic jesters leave more powerful messages.
Seen all times, highs and lows. Taken the light and tough blows. Might try to rock me yet I know this dance all too well. Might add a new step but venture a bet, there's never regret. Silly, this number wont last long.

No need for anger, dismiss them all. No need for words, cold shoulders from vixens to fix them.
Remember now, we might share the same planet, but this moon here...no access granted.The distance, it aint gonna hurt me, the cold, it aint gonna erk me.

Think of it this way, if this moon comes down, I'll be crushing into you. The damages...catastrophic.

-Mahad
Je devais être seul

wet walk

Quiet nights make Johny a simple guy. Walked in the rain, dark streets and random sounds. It felt good... warm...

defeat

As a kid I hated the dark...not knowing what would come out within it...its strange cause now I feel comfort in it. Black is my favorite.

I began in a box, and little by little breaking down walls and discovering, confirming, and reconsidering. Times where I'd isolate, finding comfort in it...knowing only I will know all about me. Times where these walls put strain in my communication...where I felt I couldn't connect...skeptical in so many ways.Times when I'd reach out, knowing I wouldn't get an answer. Times where mirrors had there colorful adjectives... "these nights are haunting me, I don't wanna run..." I just want to leave.

"Splash a little color, give me something to believe" put on a song, and just breathe.

Our spirits feed on our imagination...how quickly in our heads can we feel "defeated" when in reality...nothing is set in stone. One wall down...


Art Credit: by Ketchup Suicide

title it you

I always felt like I was missing something. I can be a little impatient but Id always wondered whats next or how long. As a kid, they tell your age, let you know the life expectancy and expect you to fulfill it with "dignity" and "success". So I always felt the time ticking. Its always up a stream rather with the flow, not in the sense of hardship but understanding.

Some can pick a title and follow it, others search and wonder while many fall into a fix by force. Have you ever thought, whats life as an animal? There purpose and mental anguish figuring it out? Its funny, cause we divide and title everything to the T.They roam here bound by the forces of nature and the hereditary tendency of their ancestors. I could sit here and tell you life means nothing or ask why are we here and go back and forth on religion and society. I'm not. See it how you feel, feel and wonder.


I feel, as if I'm fulfilling temporary fixes. Like the seasons change, or high and low we go...all the way to the end..."Cant let just anybody hold me". I guess I shouldn't say too much, or "they" might send a pretty little rock down my throat.

I just read this and said, "Its like sharing with a wall..." guess its better that way. shh.

Wake up

*ALARM*

Are you bound by your geographic boundaries, man made by man's "belief"? These "words" these "lines" we created, can be destroyed.

Take control, today.

Smile

That's not a smile. 

That's you holding it together like a damn ready to flow. 

Your eyes glowing in hope for yesterdays promises. 

Body aching for rest, cause every time you lay your head your mind is always wondering. 

Emotions becoming numb to the world around you, knowing its ever so familiar face.

I said smile, yet you cant wondering how long it would last.

Durand's Song

Its strange, when you ask someone "How are you?" and they respond, "I'm well." What has been written on ones soul, you'll never now.

Everyone has a story. With 7 billion souls roaming this planet, one can only imagine what our neighbors, brothers, and sister go though. Within this diluted society of love and hate, lies and yesterdays thoughts...we continue to grow, continue to thrive.



The first poem "Remix to a lullabi" was read by: Durand Bernarr http://www.youtube.com/Alcoholharmony
The second poem "Durand's Song" was read by: Akeem Rollins

"You are not defined by your past, yet how you proceed."

I proceed to thrive, no matter if I know why I'm here or not.

So I thought...thought wrong

Its strange.
I had such a pretty feeling, then stopped.

These days long as they are, and short as they may seem.
Filled with so ons and what nots.

But I promised I, and said a small prayer...
Lights of another time come through, and hours of only short beats all on you.

With your short comings and half baked. Then again time doesn't exist.

Im walking in circles... I'm angry now... I giggle now...
Its just my imagination.

You knew better... so I thought...thought wrong.

M.O.V.E.

Such a beautiful dance.

We know nothing of it.

Up in the moons with me... down under the angry sea.

Such a beatiful picture.

The lights, the smells... the feels.

I hear the music... tears are moving but my dance doesnt care.

Move. Move. M.O.V.E.

My Enfuis (1)

Enfuis


This cigarette burns like my soul.

The more I draw on it...

The more it goes.

They say it glows,

Atleast.... that's what I'm told.

They tell me to just hold on,

And I can make it through.

So, I put it in my palm.

Another lie just to make me burn

Another lie just to make me hurt

Another lie just to make me yearn.

... Now I need another one

Just so I can live...

Another lie

Another cig

By: M. Renelaurent



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Melodic Inspirations


Music makes me feel as if my soul could speak
Just an utter whisper could even make my knees go weak
Vibe'n to a wordless song, spirit crying to the beat
Wholeness is the only feeling that I ought to seek
Passion ain't even the word I could use to describe
The feelings that seep out and the emotion I feel inside
A melodic inspiration makes me want to cry
I just let the tears flow, doesn't hurt my pride
Let 'em drop down my face cuz I cannot hide
How the melody and my spirit always seem to align
That amazing feeling deep down within my soul
To make it and music become one is my goal.


By: Chanell Higgins


Special thank yous to M. Renelaurent and Chanell Higgins. <3

Lets Enfuis(Escape)

Something on your mind? Question? A Poem? Just wanna vent? Email Enfuis@Gmail.com Anything and everything. Anonymously or credited. I'll post here... it better be good =)

-Mahad(Enfuis)

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No need for pitty moments and sick lies you see.
Cause I dont believe.

The "goals" are nothing but false cheese to a rat. Images Images.

No no, all is well. No need to share, no need to glare.

Racing for titles... yet we all end up with tags... "Body #9924878402023217874"

Your touch is cold you see
No need for false connections
Cause I dont believe....

tell me

What was that song you sang... come here and sing it again.

So pretty of you to hold that note... now lie to me again.

If its just for a second. Its ok.

just wait

... I cant even hold on to a little joy.

Lay your head

I'm not intrigued by my surroundings. Cardboard manifested surroundings. I'm enlightened everyday of the reality. So I now know why they do as they do. I dont want to be apart of it... nor do I want to drift away. "Will it ever cloy, this odd diversity of misery and joy"



So we find what we can to seek comfort. Lay your head. Cause it all means nothing... at all.

I'm waiting

and I'm only waiting for you...



maybe if I drown my ears here... there wont be space to think

in a moment

Its only a desire...
now burned by yesterdays fire.

Run for an illusion of a together.

Suppose you held on to moments and part time bliss... what do you remember?
I knew but whats the difference between today and tomorrow... you'll part soon.
Cut the cord cause theres to much confussion, drown this. Wired.

You feed me... you feed me but I know its not true. I held it though...

...its just a moment, it'll pass.

hold please

Credit: Stormfield



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Access Granted

ID please.

Flawless Image, flawless demeanor... error error.


Sweet of you not to be all up tight, easy of you to just say "alright"
The signs are in the cup and the tea is brewing.
Before we go any further, look at me and give me eyes... perform bitch... lies lies lies. How I like yo style.

First tell me everything I need to hear, confirm yesterdays conversation without fear.
Give me language only the eye can tip, give me false hope so this tree can't get a grip.
I bet yo mouth aint as bullet proof as those feet, since you can dance in and out this street.

If I was any less Id bring you down, wear you out but no. No I say better. I commend your flawless image, but in time someones gonna ask for your ID. Closer and closer, in evaluation. Access Denied.

Follow me.

rise...

To the people of Haiti, words can't describe the emotions of such a horrific event.
I wish love, strength and prosperity. Rise. To those who have passed, "together again" we will be. To those here, we begin again.

I'm no human at all

"Beauty in the breakdown." Its the thought of "We come alone, we go alone" registered so finely within me. It slowly becomes more and more real. The touch of someone else being comforting but... just part-time bliss.

How can someone open up, touch you, speak in a way... and mean nothing at all.

Of course the excuse is "we're human" well then I'm no human. I'm no human at all.





Its just silly of me you know. So I close the door.

remote

Seem so far. Lights beaming, yet unknown.

How visible we are, yet so distant we become. Flaws of the human mind, being so close and being so blind. "Screaming to the hills, not one sound"

Staring at you, you seem so remote.

21st street

I woke up funny. I woke up before the alarm.



Its Tuesday. Nothing special, nothing new. In this man made system of time, I was encountered to the reminder of "time" being lost. I said years ago I'd be, and now see. lol Feel kinda funny, like I'm floating around. I feel empty, but I'm not suppose to share that part. That part is between me, myself, and I. That's what the cake is for, to stuff your self. "Welcome to 21st Street, how can we direct you?"

1/12/1989
P.S. R3

get him

Siting here. I've gotten comfortable. I have a need, yet I ignore it not wanting to be bothered. Who likes going through bull, then again how can you avoid it in this thing they call "life". I'm gonna make a move. *Glass shattering* I'll get a few scars and bruises along the way, nothing I cant handle. *Alarms screams* I'll probably run into the wrong turn, and the wrong person, nothing I cant handle. I'll even try to stop myself, but I'll break through. "Hold the elevator please" I gotta run though, maybe I'll catch you around. *Security* "Get him"

one by one

In an earlier encounter, I found myself staring into the eyes of a bold face lie. Yup, in the work place. I understand, these folks mean shit to me, but for a professional to have to speak in such a matter. Disgusting. Tell me, does being a bitch ass make your world seem worth it?



Why do humans feel like they need to create this facade. Seems like you speak of one thing and act another. Seems like this fictitious world corrupted you, now you strive to live an image. I'd rip that picture into pieces. Falling for lights, falling for the words. Falling for the ridiculous man mad reality. Did you think this was about you? What did she say, "Everything you touch will fall" one by one.


come as you are.

how far again

They said by this age I should of been this. They said at this time I'd be there. I just said no.

In this thing called time, we are limited. True, though we may feel "free", are we? I wont go there, not now anyways. I'm not following what another human being said needs to be. Yes at this time, I "feel" liberated. hmm I love how the human psyche can struggle with your "emotions". Patterns, structures, and repetitive natures begin to be recognized as reality, rather then common activity. Never questioned, just consumed as is.

"Are you telling me they lied to me??"
So much power, yet we just sleep. Fear, anger, hate, I digress.
We question so much within, yet never speak out loud. How far will that take you?

Take your damn time, yet live as if its the last... how far again?

Happy new days

Who really knows how old the Earth truly is. Of course we just follow what is massively produced and accepted. 2010? it could be 9,780,092



Happy new year. Though happiness is pursued never obtained, a moment makes all the difference. Time flies so fast. Whatever it is.

when I grow up

Unexplainable. Nothing of course can be said. All one can say is, "You'll be OK." Images burned in our minds. Smiles, scents, and common words. Feels cold inside. Sure in time you'll forget, and wont wonder much about it. You'll have moments you wont come out of bed. How much can one body take? A breath, and a feeling of hope. I'll take two please. Anything to take this off me.
Funny how a child's spirit can bring light in.

"Where we going? Come here with me, tell me we'll stay forever. Tell me you'll never go."

Forever Rest. In. Peace.

if I could reach

Its 5AM in the morning. Sitting here wondering. Its like pouring a pitcher, and every time you say you wont, you give a little more then you should. Maybe if I hush, maybe if I speak. Maybe if I pretend, then authentic would be bliss. I'm becoming numb each and every time. All I see are cats lol me and bloody cats. If I could just read your mind, one good time.

its draining. if I could just be.

a house is not a home

I was listening to Luther Vandross's "A House Is Not A Home" this morning to work. I wondered if I could get work where I'm constantly traveling. That way I could never get attached to anything. Not one single soul, or materiel. Is it possible? Am I really. How though? ("Its driving me crazy")as he said. Even in the dark, you find what you cant explain. ("Well well well well") Its me. Its me. Its me. You can turn the heat up all you want, I feel cold inside. I hate defrosting the car in the morning.

blank stares

I thought about something. I remembered quickly though. I can't share everything. Some wont understand. Either way its just me myself and I. Its cool though. No worries.

panic

I wonder if I vacuumed all the air away. What would they do? Staring at each other in fear. Of course they'd run around scrambling. Some would attempt to save them selves, others would try to help the children. Selfish to think some wouldn't give a hand, trying to stay calm for example. In the mist of ciaos you wouldn't think that just maybe, it was only for moment. A moment that came, feared, and went. Only to see, air never left, yet your mind told you other wise.



Your emotions are one thing, your mind is another. Your mind follows the reality it surrounds it self with. Your emotions on the other hand, follows what your mind cant comprehend. Your mind would tell you by analyzing, experience or lack of. Your emotions would guide you with what fulfills your intuition. Not as black and white, but to show you a picture it can compare. Starring around, some at loss of explanation and others gone by panic. Relax. Breath again. There you go. You panicked.

danger

You are now approaching a familiar area. Be cautious, yet open. Its funny how we fall in the same holes. Swearing we wouldn't. Its dark, how could you tell. Where was the "danger" sign? danger. Humans are disgusting.

frozen

So I wake up, of course before the sun rises. I get my self ready in a rush. On my way out, I realize I haven't eaten and forgot what time I was suppose to be there. I run out bundled up assuming it was 29 degrees. Come to find out I'm way early and its 75 degrees all in 20 seconds.



I thought I was late, and assumed it was below 30. Why? Do I always do it, or did I get use to it? Sad to say I always find myself rushing. It felt like spring and I had a coat on, it was about to rain on my wool. I had a moment. What I thought wasn't, maybe I do sabotage the simplest things. Not the coat, but me and humans. That program wont load, it just keeps freezing. Still, and frozen.

Off with his Head

So I get up with a headache, not a good feeling. I'm up and going for work and listening to "Lions, Tigers, and Bears" By Jasmine Sullivan and began to wonder. It tickles me cause I don't like being open. Yet I write about things that burn me inside. The various music I listen to touch different aspects of my life. Sometimes I'll skip a track cause I won't want to deal with that emotion. Emotions are weak. I digress.

Fear. I don't fear anymore. Being alone isn't the question, being with one is. Not to sound dark anything, it just dawned to me. Do we make our selves sad? Funny, cause who would want to hurt themselves? When I hear something or seeing something, it triggers something in my mind. I fall under this mode of analyzing. It was scary, why am I thinking this way.

I've noticed a lot. Human behavior and how we destroy ourselves and lie to ourselves within society. I'm not apart of it, well I'd like to think so. We're no greater then the fellow creatures on Earth. What makes me feel cold within is knowing I know nothing at all. We know nothing at all. All we have is hope. So "opening up" is another human emotion of needing to want to feel special. Why am I on Earth. I speak of what we fear speaking of... no apologies. Your going to need surgery.

reception 22.b47

Its funny. When you reserve your self, you still end up cheated, worthless, and hurt. Doors are shutting and the water fills ever so quickly. The Panic mood warranty ended, and I'm at ease. I fear nothing. I wish to feel nothing. mental reception 22.b47

rrZ47

In water they cant breathe. Their lungs of course cant sustain liquids. Limitations of nature is what I call it. Though they create ways to go around the limitations of nature, does it mean they are wrong? How surprised they look when they see things out of the norm. Humans have grown into innovative creatures. Some ideas have become the demise of there existence and others have leaped in a new existence all together. The impressions from others of their own inspires them to become similar or better. Its interesting though, they all have there own DNA and finger prints, yet have the need to be unique or part of something. A rat race in most cases. You never know with them so simple, predictable, yet uncharted. The sun sets yet they still search for light, knowing it will return.

jump around

How it brings silence. How thick it can be. How warm and cold its touch can be. Come closer, hear clearly. Jump and go down. How simple it could be.

my cold finger tips

I thought about something. Spoke with someone and the question of why aren't you with anyone came up. I said I could never find someone where the feelings were mutual. I saw that I'm not like everyone. If I'm to be alone, that's ok. It just came out my mouth so easy. Felt cold for a second. I can't even explain the feeling. Why, why need. I feel like a robot who knows his own system and realizes its inevitable. Have I become to realistic and begun to lose true human nature... the gift?



I see so many channels. So many ways of looking at it. The love is there, the love can become, the love aint for all. lol Hush now. I'm not worried about "rules" or games to hold on control. Then again, humans are weak creatures, smart, fascinating creatures non the less. What bothers me? Trusting them. How flimsy they are, fragile, selfish, and how quickly they change. Disgusting. Change the channel.

Maybe I shouldn't of gotten open tip gloves.

Evenings

So I put on the fire place the other day. I was ok, made some tea and just sat down. I thought about school, ignored the job, and my next move. I had an evening in town the other day and thought about it too. "Blue and Green" by Miles Davis playing in the back ground, with me laying in bed. Staring at the ceiling. When I was younger I'd look out the window wondering what was out there. I stopped when I found out it was nothing. I read somewhere that I shouldn't look at the world as it is, yet what it can be. My decisions turn my destiny. I giggle at times, jee weez, and wow. I just want to stay in my warm bed. I just want to stay here and sleep it away. Close my eyes for a second, without feeling anything. Let go. The warrior within in its deep slumber. Gain your rest my friend, Earth waits for no one.
I like how fireflies form. So small yet burn so bright. I'm cheesy.

Deliver

Wake up. Put on your uniform. Walk.

Seems like a routine known oh to well. Change the title and the attire, and my good sir you find your self in a new profession in disguise. Deal, or no deal? What do you choose? Whatever, my phone bill is due. I don't have a fairytale, in most cases their stories enlighten to fit our socially conscious minds. Like beautiful is light, and ugly is dark. How weak. Squares don't fit in circles and triangles need all corners, yet they build something new together. Rip it off me, take the badge and fuck the "book"! Your weak papers and dingy words can rot. Wait, no wait. In time. I'll subconsciously turn around to see it fall apart. Seems like a minute is forever when waited for, but when need, it runs so long. 5:00, its quitting time. I hate traffic. Atlanta can kick asphalt in there eyes.

Tainted Run

I'd see color. Words painted in all directions.
I'd see people walking around. Wondering what was going on in the minds of strangers. What was laying heavy in their hearts, draining their souls and destroying their minds. A mere image fools only others, but looking in the mirror, you remember.
You could imagine what's out there. My issue with a retail store hiring incompetent people, pure irrelevancy. It slows down at times, the wondering. I become self absorbed in the world of, "What I need to do." We all do, 7 billion people, 7 billion worlds on earth. Like I didn't say hi to the lady that smiles at me when I get coffee. Small, or not calling my grandmother, cause her voice brings me to tears. That old women there, I love you. I don't say that. I don't believe in it. Out side of my immediate family, that's a no no. I digress. It stopped, and while I was on it, the pictures, the people, the signs, it just reminds me why I hate the train.


Confidence isn't arrogance, yet letting go of meaningless definitions.

"Make Me"

I love Happy Music. Here's one now.



The one and only. Janet Jackson.
My anti drug lol

Windows

It rushes threw my veins, this quick blast of energy of hope, strength, and ideas. This comfort that things will be fine. How doubtful we become in the rain, forgetting how quickly the sun shines through. In the years, we look back and wonder, how, and how quickly. I look forward now and shiver in coldness. Light gleams though, a warm feeling of knowing. I seek yet truly know nothing I seek for. In my mind I'm clear, on my lips I gear confusion, and in my walk I steer in blindness. That's OK, I fear nothing I don't know cause I don't know anything. Free. Free. Free. My heart is heavy at times though, my mind in a different world, alone. That's OK too. The energies humans shift into, they intrigue me.

let me in

To fully be in, be fully in. Hold on, as if you'll never let go. To fully know a connection, feel it. Don't hold your breath, breathe to the rhythm we stand in. Exhale your tension on me, allow me to fully be in you. Release your body, release and let me in. Smile and let me bite your lips, moist lips and all. Open your eyes to me, speak from within your soul. Allow my heavy chest lighten, as we speak from within. No rush to journey within you, no rush. Let me in, let me in. Release. Marks on my back by your hands, left to dry. Let me truly in.

I took a walk

I was walking in Piedmont Park here Atlanta. Had a couple revelations, wondering, and hungry. I asked myself what I was doing. Yeah happiness is a pursuit, and in this world, its all about not being poor. Money isn't on my mind, exploring this world and seeing how I can change it, excuse me, open it. By that I mean opening our selves from society, from the lines and boarders we create. Truly being free. Maybe all this school work and work is getting to me. For now, I'm walking through and wondering. What the hell am I doing, and whats for dinner? lol

Click and boom

I can't seem to remember, when I came to Earth, was I scared? I've always been optimistic, especially when it came to "love". I'd always say "In time" and "when the right one comes, I'll know". I had visions of what the perfect love would be. How life could actually be beautiful. I've always been hesitant though, growing affections and "feelings". I'd let something in my mind out, knowing of course they wouldn't want to hear it all. I'd feel alone cause I'd always see the world different. I feel content knowing if I were to be alone for the rest of my life, that would be OK. Its interesting to see how humans behave. How lust and relativity can lay heavy on their hearts. A simple word can conflict so much in ones mind. An image can burn into ones eyes. A repetitive feeling of up and down, how they still continue. How angry, sick, and confused. I believe affection grows. Its fascinating to believe theirs someone out there. To believe that I can hold on to someone in this world I didn't create and know little of. If not, I'm not afraid. For I came alone and will go alone, as the Earth continues. Of course its taboo to talk about it, continue in your little world, that's what we do best. -Mahad

Spaces

Credit: Mr. T
I say I'm just fine 
Yet when I look to my side, it wouldn't hurt
I thought nothing of it
I thought in time it would come
It sits heavy at times, I can only wonder
These empty spaces don't define me
I'm steady searching but I guess I can't read the message
Blind to that fact there must not be one for me.
Well thats fine, just stop teasing me
I'm in another world
Far from humans alike, from all aches
It sits heavy at times, I can only wonder
These empty spaces don't define me
Yet when I awake and look to my side...

Breakdown

Worry not I say, fear not and move forward.

In unknown lands, I seek something to hold on to.

I don't want this world, yet so amazing here

Stop, let me get a hold.

Winds began to strengthen

Rain pouring from high above.

I look around to seek something familiar

From the heaven we described above to the grounds of hell

What I called home began to become my hell

What am I suppose to do, when I'm not in control

I can say I'm strong but when forces unknown began to move

I'm no more then a mere leaf in a gust of wind.

Hush now, let nature take its course

For the unknown know, the unexplainable have there explanations

Fear not, yet take a path that you can grow in

Worry not I say, fear not and move forward.