Halloween.

Halloween.

The time of the year when you don’t have to be you.

The time of the year when the world falls to pieces,

And everyone can be anything.

A holiday that allows ridiculous amounts of candy,

And festive activities.

Carving pumpkins, bobbing for apples.

Oh, and the haunted houses.

Halloween is my favorite time of the year.

Because people can be who they want to be.

Except for peer pressure

Peer pressure that kills three letters also known as "fun."

Halloween is a holiday of the year

That means less to you than it means to me.

Fuck the Future.

A long time ago this was our future.

Is this as good as it gets?

Will it be any better?

Must I wait and see?

Too many questions,

Too little answers.

But ask away,

Maybe your question will get answered some day.

When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?

Isn’t the purpose to make the world better,

To show happiness on every inch of the land.

To truly feel happy and do what was planned?

Stop.

Think,

Why are we changing the world.

It’s working for us isn’t it?

Je ne comprend pas.

Do you?

If so,

Explain. Explain to me like I’m five.

Why who when where what.

You want to change the world

But instead you go to fucking sleep.

Elephants Don't Remember.

As I shut my eyes, the world drops dead.

Images play live stream from my mind,

Bashing images against my eyelids.

These images scream memories.

Memory is like an abstract painting.

It does not present things as they are,

but only how they feel.

My memories are like walking on hot coal.

Like smoke from an unseen fire,

You see the sun drowning in its’ sleep.

It fears the ocean,

And it’s blue green purple waves of shore.

I shut my eyes so I can see.

See the reality that is beyond me.

Unsaid.

I’ve written pages and pages,

Just to rid you of my bones.

But you whispered to my heart,

Words that could never be spelled.

Don’t cry when the sun is gone,

Because the tears won’t let you see the stars.

I never knew your name

I never even fucking knew you.

“This is the best part of the day.”

“What part is that?”

“When you, and me. “

“Become we.”

I’d much rather be happy than right any day.

Even though it’s only something I ever say.

Competition is a form of deceit,

And you, you choose to cheat.

You need to leave.

I want you out of my head.

But you,

You leave me not able to be free.

Now that I’m older,

My heart is colder.

Smarts.

Sometimes,

People don’t deserve to be treated the way they are.
They deserve better.

On the outside it may seem fine,

But in the depths-- It’s not.

The area in which you live in severely counts to everything that happens to you.

Someone that may live in a nice home may have a different perspective than,

Someone who may live in a shattered home with fighting or abusive parents.

Things are different.

I speak for all the people that are not ready to tell,

Or are too afraid to do so.

Here we go.

School smarts VS Street smarts.

A math equation will not help you in the middle of a fight.

Doing well in school is not the only thing that is important.

Living your life well is.

Blindly Kept Under

This one doesn't make much sense. But that' okay.

Amongst these days you fell in my arms,

I wouldn’t believe it but you were likely unharmed.

You slept I couldn’t stop staring,

At you with the sun’s rays glaring.

There’s no matters between life and death

Just care when you have one last breath

Pianos are short of keys when it comes to expressing feelings

And Love to you has too many different meanings.

I’m as real as the sun and the moon

Love lost through a shotgun barrel

Go on, Move on.

Away from it all, she said.

Fuck you all,

I believe whatever I will

I believe the world is flat

And I plan to prove that

Do You Speak L33T?

So much time has passed.

We’d been together as one for a while,

But you fucking took it too far.

You took everything.

I saw your eyes, I could see the hate;

You didn’t make me believe you wanted out.

I guess I never really knew you,

Never really knew you.

A fake mask doesn’t cover anything.

Sooner or later, I’ll find out,

You’ll find out.

I’m pouring my heart onto paper;

To get over you.

You shot yourself;

It blew my mind.

You made things worse,

I’m sorry; I’m sorry.

Too much to think, Too little to say..

Was I your downfall,

Was I too weak?

You’d think I’d be able to say it;

But I’m not over you.

Whatever, it doesn’t fucking mean shit,

Cause you’re gone.

You’re fucking gone.