Should we fall? - poem

Distraught, disfigured, shattered,

How do I leave my demons?

How do I find a cure?

Within these walls, hope has brewed, 

Translucent and pure, like a fleeting dream, 

Let us depart, venture into the unknown.

Before departure,

This maiden, she spared a glance behind,

Through her watery waterline,

The deception,

She realised nobody was waiting,

And so she plunges forward, into the depths of madness,

Let us follow, embrace her uncharted path,

Even if we must fall,

Lets join her

Past foggy glasses,

We learn the essence of joy, 

To confront our fears or be crippled by our despairs, 

The choice is ours to make,

For destiny is completely malleable if you hit hard enough

From the Men of Troy - poem

 To touch the scars of your soul through your eyes and deepen them,

To wield the my trojan tongue in hopes of dying for her,

Her who sent those ships to sink,

Her who held hope in her arms and harnessed its impact against us,

Her who ran into the sand and bathed in their flames, 

She loved it so much that she lived in its ashes

You stopped being a monster because I loved you,

I found what I loved and let it kill me,

She is the closest thing to magic,

To god,

To human,

Time told me it wasn't love,

But if this wasn't it, what could it be?

I was blinded by hopes of church bells and chariot rides,

Those that hide your glow because it's mine

I wished to died for treasure,

No remorse, but just loss of something better,

Rest Helen,

Everything was more beautiful when we were doomed,

Candle-lit - poem

Drench in fuel,

Light the flame,

Burn in all your glory,

You will set the world aflame,

The Crooks of Her Palm - poem

I often confuse anger with protection,

Bloodied wounds filled with with the same salty seas that caress my cheek,

I don't clench my fists in fury, I let them be held,

They should feel my lust for bloodshed,

But there will be no red-ribboned fate that binds us together,

There will be no eternal thread that is sewn into us by the pinkie,

There will be no person that will stay if I prolong with a heart full of restless rage and inevitable regret,

I am well versed in cruelty, though I crave the sympathy I cannot give,

I am born of the waves, fuelled by the seas,

Salt in my eyes,

Restless pleas

Its at your feet I kneel - poem

It's highly probable that the soil was made for you to grow,

That god spewed the fountains and waterfalls to quench your thirst,

The sun sings songs just to kiss your pale cheeks,

The breeze strings your hair,

Thinning it to pieces to steal because you’re to be preserved,

The world was built by god himself,

His heavenly body must’ve felt you deserving,

It was at your life, the birth of all of us,

I owe you my goddamn life

Limited - poem

He held her neck to choke her words,

She shook off the debris and dust that made him hers,

With limbs entwined,

And starlight kisses,

His lips were my telescope to the far off galaxies of truth,

Of the meteors I pray hit us,

Of the sun that never set,

I was with them all until i tumbled down to earth's core,

Aware of my mortality,

As he let us go,

Oh, to fall in love and come out bruised and burnt

Pain, Fear, Fury - poem

 My pain is what I paint,

My pain is my muse that cries it's tears onto the canvas,

Fear is what breeds in me,

Its grows its vines, looping round my very heart,

My fury is what I become,

The rage that lights the flame, I spread throughout,

But at least,

At Least with all of this,

I have something to keep for myself,

I can live with this if it means i'll create,

If it means my murals will meet with fate and my destiny will become my desired hopes,

At Least I can live with myself without wishing to be someone else,

My pain is my uniqueness, yours is your weakness.