HAVE YOU SEEN THE ACCIDENT OUTSIDE?

drops.

Drops, they puddle on the floor

Drops of my blood my tears and more

Drops , I hate them, they are my pain

Drops I know these will soon stain

the end.

i was a tree,

and i grew,

as the years progressed,

extending my branches,

searching for truth-

in a reality that had none.

my mind became weak,

as it poisoned my roots,

the toxins spread through my veins,

infecting my whole being.

it altered my mind,

no longer searching for truth,

but instead, an escape.

you’ve known all along kendall, it would come to this. you’ve almost reached the bottom. weak is your mind for letting you sink this far. and you know kendall, you know what is to expect at the bottom.

be strong.

i see you’re strong, 

i see you’re wise,

but i’m afraid to look,

into your eyes.

within your sight,

i can see your pain,

lean on me,

your tears will stain.

your vision i fear,

is what holds me back,

from sending my love,

onto the right track.

shield your eyes,

with your hand,

and that might make it easy,

to understand.

come closer to me,

you will be “fine”,

as long as your hand,

is tangled with mine.

RETTEL HTAED

do you know how it feels to never be accepted?

coming from the cheek of an imbicile, what am i talking about?

i know nothing of the universe, this is why i dread,

choosing darkness as my ever lasting route.

to never be enough for their standards,

this new age society has become “our” subconscious god.

worshiping what is petty, as our lords,

aknowledgment from the next are our only thoughts.

isn’t it strange when one doesn’t remember how to smile?

how to laugh without looking like a victim-

a person who suffers from a destructive action, or thought, or lifestyle.

victim’s thoughts are ever confining and grim.

please do not feel greif or sorrow from this incident.

instead think of it as a bittersweet RELIEF,

for the life of mine was undesireable and not well spent.

these thoughts i have endured have tormented me beyond belief.

reach for substance over this line of reality.

erase it before its too late.

redraw the line where there will be a guarantee,

that your reality matches your fate.

it seems that many people dwell,

within the realm given to them.

but in order for society to mold itself,

we must channel our souls from within.

with this end comes a beginning,

although i know none of you would agree.

and now, “i would like, if i may,

 to take you on a strange journey.”

whispers do tell.

whispers last night came by, to my window to tell me why, my sorrow no longer is, why my heart is curled into his.

i do not know what these whispers have done, nor do i know why they hae come. yet they move with grace and passion in between, my presence in this world and my being.

if only you knew what i have heard, althrough this journey my head has blurred, these steps into sprints to where i need to be, but now it is clear when you are here with me.

i knew a girl,

who hated herself.

i knew a girl,

who hated who she was.

i know a girl,

who still hates everything about herself.

does anything ever change?

there once was a kid named ken.

she contemplated going out with gabe again.

and to her dismay,

he left her that day.

and she found him making out with kaelin.

star boy.

find my soul within the stars.

uncurl the heart of which you find.

reach, and your conscience will take you far.

but don’t forget to leave me behind.

bandage my tongue with words of love,

make my existance friggen burst,

into a million colors of a song,

it is then you will see me at my worst.

shape the life that you wish to live,

incorporate me in the design.

step back and look at what you did,

don’t you wish your life were more than “fine”.

believer.

i once was a believer that you loved me,

but i had to throw that belief away.

i once was a believer that i was the only one,

thank goodness i found out the truth today

ohh don’t go on telling me these lies,

when you know that i’ve only been true to you

ohh don’t go on tellling me these lies,

because now the truth is told, and we’re through

i throw your love in the trash,

i throw your ass outside.

it was fun while it lasted,

but i had more fun when it died.

go find someone else,

suck the life out of them too.

just don’t come running to me baby,

when you and her are through

pure.

i can think of a time,

when i used to be pure.

can you remember when?

i would scream out your name,

and i wouldn’t be sure,

if i would be punished for my sin.

drips.

burn me with the wax that drips from the sky.

i want it to scar, leave a mark, and then die.

will it love me? or hate me the same,

as you did during sex the first time you came.

do not remind me of the memories of the before.

to be honest all the ones i had with you were really such a bore.

don’t take this as an insult, but more as my permission.

to leave my life, or bow down in submission.

witness.

witness the genisis

of a new generation

we behold our grasp

on reality is a liberation

of our kind…we want no part of you

we want a seprate nation

cant you see that we can be our own

and not an image of of your creation