Part of Everywhere

dead eyes within a fog
bright orbs in the distance
distracted by sounds of night
fading dust reflects the little light

i feel your fingers around my neck

my pulse quickens underneath your viral touch

the cold spreads from your bony fingers

drawing the warmth away from my very blood

leaving my neck chilled allowing the icy frost

to spread throughout the rest of my body

leaving it numb

bells echo off the tiny

blades of grass that

scatter the hillside

droplets form within

the sight of the watchers

of the land

protection can be felt for miles

as the glow is cast upon all

the air holds a majestic silence

that blocks the eerie murmur

of the dark

her green eyes cast against

what enshrouds the body in red

nothing blends with the liquid

that gives life

i walk between the rays of sun

for i shall not get burnt

i walk through the barren wasteland, dead and silent

for the earth in which i call my home

and have walked upon for so many of my years

is now all but dead

Dont Want to Have You Near

oh how i grow tired of these games. irritated. question after question being investigated by the people who birthed me. annoying. i hate it. how can they not see that I'm more mature than most. i can handle myself when i calls for it. i know where the food is i know how to cook, and more often that not, do it more than they do. i can pull my own weight, i can walk upon my own two feet. denial. they choose or cannot see that i have grown. into something that i am confident in. the constant reminders and "hints" to do something. treat me like a five-year-old they do and i have grown tired of it all. maybe it is they that needs to grow, learn and observe what it is that i am capable of. tired. worn out. done. a child i am not, i don't need parental guidance any longer. i have my own ways, i have learned for myself, i have seen the world., and i choose to look at it differently than you, both of you. I'm ready for me. life. how much longer shall it last, for i will not take it any longer. I'm done. why cannot they let me go. its my life i shall live it how i please. let go.

Far Away

we all fall once and again

we pick ourselves back up

and choose to start over

it's what written into us

but what happens when

that one fall comes that

is greater than all the others

and we are no longer able

to pick ourselves up

who are we to lean on

when we are all alone

It's For Sure

if i was to say to you

that we are not the same

how would you react

could you handle it

would you accept the differences

between the two of us

or would you melt down

turn your back on me and run

well here i am

telling you that I'm different

and have come to terms with it

i know nothing else

and now i can face myself

can you

Hold On

moth that flutters outside the window
confronted by the glass that blocks its path
attracted to the casted light that scatters
over the graves that diffuse into the ground
surrounding trees drip with the blood of the sky
a grotesque sensation fills the grove of the bearing giants
little light reflects off the glassy eyes that watch all

Happened

gathering wood for what may be
a choice that ruins what we all trust
the slander has been said and taken
trials were all but blind for the accused
truth hidden and fear spread due to views
loved ones cast aside to lie in the mud
awaiting the fate cast at them by the ignorant
pylons constructed to strip lies from flesh
at all costs truth shall be found among the dead