Happy and Quiet

To become a person of the dark and respectful, you  should be one in a million,

and especially truthful.

A person's mind should blend with the dark, as well as scan for those who sit and bark.

Your death maybe your biggest wish.

To eat everyone else is your personal dish.

Of all the people who put the blame,

You don't mind as they are all the same.

Betrayed and laughter surround your mind,

You may never know when they'll stab you from behind!

You cry yourself to ease the shattered pain.

You feel as though you been hit by a train.

Now in the shadows of darkness you lay,

As you have been completely slain.

How you would kill yourself to be all alone,

How you would wish you could turn yourself into stone!

Its not your fault you've become like this.

You put on a cheerful face, and it seems as though your in bliss.

-This is one of the poems I wrote  a long time ago, just thought I'll put it up.

Sorrows of an Unwanted Outcast

Sacred tears wash my forgiving eyes,
When you have to make yourself laugh to stop yourself from crying
Emotions of abundant rage and tolerance
With so much of violence, so much of pain,
So much of anger dedicated in your brain.

There is no choice but to depend on yourself,
Untrustworthy people stored upon the bookshelf.
No one to wash away the miseries and memories.
Only the whistle of the breeze and trees.

Struggles and sorrows are all part of your goal.
Cowards have no direction , only paths which they stole.
Enemies which pushes you away.
Watching you as you turn weak.
Waiting for you to become their prey.

Devote yourself to the true color of your eyes.
The beauty which is clear as the skies.
Do not be mislead by fools or Gods.
Follow the path of the north star.
Do not be ashamed of who you truly are!

Life in Chains

Sculptures of varied race inflict the walk towards your way of life.
Giving you differences in shades of persona.
The mind does not wander but walks into goals without fear.
It is they who barricade you,  even though your path is near.

Discouraging your vivid dreams of false ends.
Society,  pulling you towards their trends.
Like a race in which you end up first or last.
Finish it soon, finish it fast!

A race  in which you follow the pack.
No shortcuts , just stay on track!
Dead minds are controlled by society which makes them run.
It makes them believe there is no sun!

Our characters are programmed on this unforgiving earth.
Telling us what to do from  birth.
Is there hope for artistic intelligence?
Hypocrites feared by social elegance.

Varied minds should end this race.
Even if the fearless fall with disgrace.
False mortals are reckoned with impure ways to sustain this system.
False mortals, who have no wisdom.