Pain-Poetry

Guarded you won’t know The world’s only a prison And your freedom’s Such a rare luck You will never think with a free mind Unless you’re not casted out The politics and religions Keeping you inside Maybe good that you won’t know It wouldn’t set you free This consciousness feels just like Flying above the flames You’re only thinking more And more, and more How you’re against this world So many places you’d be killed On our wild planet Earth Glad that you're still alive You couldn’t ask for more Your freedom is to live your life In accordance with your soul No guarantee that you will get What hasn’t been given to you The prison’s guarded carefully By the criminals outside

I run from my heart Like a prey who runs from the beast As fast as I can ‘Cause it’s chasing me down But no matter how fast I’m running I’m unable to escape its beat I run even faster But I get even more sad As much as I hate to admit What I am holding so dear I need to give in and lie naked on ground I thought I could be like a stone But cold I will never be If I go against it, it will make me feel it The beat that kills me And makes me sick from the fear I never wanted to say it out loud What I felt was a dark spot on my heart I thought that my heart’s going to kill me But instead it just saved my life A fool for running Who you are you can never escape That’s where you feel completely imprisoned Where your heart’s been hurt And can’t be denied Endure the shame Without it you can’t cleanse yourself When your heart has chased you And you’ve become it completely There’s no more prison for you to dwell in

Now I've entered the gate of pain Seen the world from the ugly side All those tragic places Soon there will be no clean spot to stand on Because of the ghosts In their will to relive their past All the dreams that we had Have made us sad 'Cause the world is spinning too fast Our lifetime too short To receive the answers To all the questions we have asked Ghosts, only they know Ghosts... Why do ghosts remain? Why does suffering stay? They have left us here with our pain The beautiful sight isn't ours to see Only ghosts see our paradise Ghosts who remain... Now I want to let go all of this pain Once feel this world not hurting All those tragic events of my life I want to be there feeling numb Turning into a ghost In my will to relive my past Without pain that is killing me All the time I did hurt, didn't see the beauty Of the world around my pain My days were too short to relieve my pain As new pain dawned like a new day Ghosts, only they can see Without our physical world like heavy

I am the rain When you wait for the sun I am the snow When you wait for the spring I am the dark When you wait for the day I am that cloud Creating shadows on the fields Under the light blue sky I am the tear That runs over your cheek When you're afraid to lose your loved ones I am that melancholy Wandering alone through the forest In the darkest time of the year Being afraid of nobody I am the moment of suicidal thoughts That in the end gets swept away By someone needing you You'd like to live your life without me Only careless and satisfied But eternal joy's as deadly as cancer You need to suffer before valuing life Change your world as much as you can I'll be the only thing you're not able to change The rain will fall fast The snow keep from blooming The night will fall over And the clouds will form thunderstorms Sometimes you'll cry Losing someone you love And sometimes you'll want to stay alone Right when the storm rages And something dangerous may happen to you And there will

My soul was born without a title But the world already chose my place I had to live amongst the criminals Imprisoned for no crime Freedom should be ours the day we are born Prison should be our choice If we chose to take the dark path But we are born with a title given by others Though we should be the ones naming ourselves No one should tell us who we are All the toxic people around telling me I'll never be free and open the door Are just naming me in the wrong name Today I know it, so I keep whispering to myself my real name The one I created for myself Knowing better Poor or rich, but the most meaningful is that free Nothing can wound you more than the wrong name given A title you didn't choose for yourself Because you're not a criminal, you're just locked in Together with those who want you to belong to their kind

You don't believe that I exist Thinking about many things with disbelief You look for someone who could resemble your being Finding something completely opposite Without the sunlight, without the oxygen to breathe Never having seen the sky above I exist despite terrible obstacles You're weak by nature So you're always looking for the easiest way out Run from the danger, conquer the worlds Dying if not given what you need to survive But I'm strong where I have to belong I endure the pressure and darkness not ending Here in the abyss I build my own universe For which you're the aliens First time shining light I never wondered about you I got plastic messages on the ocean's floor So strange like I am to you But still you hardly believe in my existence I must be primitive for I don't have your mind But any thought is much more complicated Than you ever could imagine You might have no language Or signs to show as signals to others But you still are the product of thought Who has

I got the puppy when I was only five I named him Gyp because my parents said he was sick and may not stay alive In the years to come Gyp not only survived but thrived He was a mix between a Basset Hound and a Beagle With big floppy ears, a waddling walk and had more of a deep-throated bay or howl than any bark I used to take him on long walks The Beagle in him always made him want to chase after rabbits Although, the Basset Hound side made him rather slow Gyp didn’t seem to mind that he never caught any rabbits He would come waddling back to me with his big flapping tongue dangling down A look of mischievous joy in his eyes Years went by Gyp became my best pal and would follow me wherever I would go One day my mother died in a car accident three miles from our home I couldn’t talk to anyone I could only cry but all that time Gyp stayed by my side He seemed to sense that something was wrong Gyp would lie beside me occasionally lapping his big tongue across my nose As I grew

I killed myself with all of my senses Now it doesn't matter what I believe I'm tired of a life of mindless pursuits for pointless possessions. I don't want to achieve the "American Dream" Money and power make us bitter and cruel Meanwhile, the people I love are being destroyed because they can't fit into the status quo mold Freedom of thought is seen as a disease and doctors dispense drugs to those who disagree We are treated like children who won't behave and sadly, we follow like lambs to the slaughter We gather up things that we don't even need just to throw them away with the greatest of ease Never quite sure what we are doing it for but something inside of us is telling us we need to buy more We sense it's all closing in The storms in our heads rushing toward an inevitable end Outside the madness and chaos have taken their toll Very few kind people are living and even less are now born We take endless prescriptions but never feel well Maybe we’re all just living in

Alone in the woods Disembodied voices command I must obey them Dank, dark ghostly souls Take me in your sweet embrace Lost worlds for evermore

Tripping on Sunshine Picking up daisies People say I’m unwell but they’re all crazy Lost in the haze No need to explain the whole world has gone fucking insane Living my best life I’m so lazy Can’t carry the weight of these daily diaries It’s getting too crowded When I’m alone The voices keep shouting about some distant home Look to the sky Float away on a breeze Flying is easy When there’s no rationality Somewhere Something Tries to explain About these endless debacles with every age It means nothing to me I’m just a speck of dust that fell from the sky like the rest of us So beautiful here wish I could stay but the world pulls be back so, I can die again today Nothing seems right, Does it mean everything’s wrong? I swim on back to my Lilly Pond Reptilian beings comfort me I lick their faces and eat their fleas