Is this life?

I've yet to understand my meaning in this place. Am I no better than a drug addict, mindless to my own existence? And yet I still cease to live. I wish I could decorate my soul with happiness, but I would only be lying to myself, because I cannot live in bliss when I don't understand what I am living for.

HATE

My words could best be described with a picture.
Trees of golden leaves growing in a black sky.
The pollution withering their life.
That would only describe half of the hate I feel.
A crowded city of smiling faces.
Sadness buried beneath the paint.
Helplessness and insecurity blinding their souls.
Fairies crying at their hate and repulsive actions.
If only thoughts would become words.
I would scream in hate and blow away their perfection
as they stand their naked
every scar of regret screaming for attention.
Mindless bodies of greed and power.
Helpless like a starving child crying for hope.
The poet feeds off their agony
and smiles as they starve for a soul.
Laughter pulls at my mind.
So this is the life they chose.

THE HUNGER.

His words cut through me with pain.
Maybe because they are filled with so much hate.
They make me cringe
as if I want to bury my soul
before it rips out before my eyes.
I don't understand him.
I don't want to understand him.
I want to be rid of him.
So the love can flow back into me
and the hate can burn with his existence.
I can feel the love in my bones.
I can feel it when I sleep.
Oh beautiful Love, please come back to me.
I hunger for it.
I scream it's name.
Oh beautiful Love, please come back to me.
I want it. I need it. My soul is hungry.
My heart is burning with hate.
Why does he make me this way?
If only I was strong.
The hate would vanish
and Love would never leave again,
but I am weak.
I let his words tear through me
and lay alone waiting for
LOVE.

Drunken Man

Drunken man can you hear me?
Drunken man do you comprehend?
Was this your way out of the world?
I just don't understand.
Drunken man where is your mind?
Speak your words
because I am blind.
Is there love in your heart?
Is your soul but a blur?
Oh drunken man
tell me your words.
You stare at me
with blood shot eyes,
and laugh a wicked laugh
as you unleash all your lies.
You speak words of hate
with anger in your eyes.
No words of friendship or romance or memorable times.
Instead words of despair flow from your mind.
You stop and stare
with disgust in your eyes.
Your black marble stare
sends chills up my spine.
You frown a depressed frown,
speaking your last words of hate
as you fall to the ground.
Oh drunken man
it wasn't your time.

America land that I love.

WE'RE ALL SLAVES TO AMERICA.


GREED


POWER


MANIPULATION.


malicious truth coated by the American dream.

BEAUTY.



it's closer than you think.

LOVE

Her mind was racing. Her palms were sweaty. Her beauty was a discarded wreck. A scar tattooed her left wrist. She said she had done it for the last time, but she had lied in hopes that it would change her reality. He was the one who rescued her from the blood stained rope that hung from the cold steel shower rod only to wrap around her beautiful pale white skin. He was there when she was bathed in red rose petal sheets. The bright glow of the sharp razor blade hitting her face as if she was an angel. She once thought she was beautiful. He still knew she was beautiful. It was as if beauty had taken her soul leaving her a wound of negativity. He claimed it was a phase. Love was said never to fade away. A newly polished golden band tanned his finger and tears stained his face, but he smiled at her; the love of his life. If only someone could of told him he was smiling at the dead. Her soul was drunken by misery and her heart was taken by hate. Maybe she once loved him or maybe she was always trying to love herself. Her love was replaced by disgust. Her body rotted her soul. Little red pills streaming down her veins. Her beautiful face showed no pain. She need not to lie, because this was surely the last time. His soul was dancing with hope, while she was singing with the dead.