Declining Freedom

Scorned in your stare.
Betrayed the home that held you.

Abandoned the love that made you.
Stole the people that let you.

One single quiet rose left blooming in fields array.
But the wind cannot move when there is nothing here to push it.

Thorns waiting to pierce through intricate fingertips that refuse to touch.
And each and every petal will melt it's red pigmentation
Into a puddle amongst the ground below it's fall.

Without the air, no voices will be carried.
Without a drip of love, hearts begin to grow weary.

Landscapes have collapsed like a painting of colours bleeding into one.

A lonely rose left uprooted in the earth continuing to hold it's roots.
It is possible to let go of everything, but the stem of pain expanding your fracture.

...

Yet time will leave you behind,
The way you deserted life treating you kind.
Like tripping over shoes left untied.
Impossible to heal what you cannot rewind.

Everything meant permanent in your life, has been chosen to be tossed out a window.
You cannot replace or retrieve what was given but gone unrecognized.

You will only realize this when your eyes reclaim they're potential
Of waking and blinking after a solid sleep.
Of focusing in on blurred vision.

And all you'll see is an empty room.
Not even the walls have been painted.

Creation is our artistry.
Destruction is your backfired weapon.

You can't go back to the house you left.
You can't take back the past that is gone.
You can't live without traveling the road ahead.

Each step you take is backwards,
Bad luck is not your curse.

Hands held out to save you,
Each time, you chose 'Reverse.'

Damaged Goods

Caught in the past, a web of reminiscence.
Holding it's loss in your heart.
Gone for long and you are still,
Powerlessly clinging to thoughts that make you ill.

And all this hurt makes a breeze magnify,
Feelings erupting, lava ready to cry...

Your mistakes have been replaced,
Liquor wasted, a child for the disgrace.

You forgot to send love to the witness,
Still looking back and missing present bliss.

Give him back what you took away,
His souls a broken disarray. 

A Butterfly's Broken Heart

The rush in your head,
Holds the spell on your body.

You don't want me,
Yet you won't let me go.

Stop chasing something you don't want to receive.
You've put me in a jar, and I'm waiting for oxygen.

Deprived of purpose and direction.
Suffocating on loss and overprotection.

My wings will break, the glass will shatter.
I will escape the hurt that matters.

You've poisoned me, and abandoned your efforts.

I will transform once more, my friend.
A second chance won't be back again.

You've drained me of my aspirations,
Wounded at a halted station.

But flying is the gift I was born to,
You can't cut off my wings if you won't use them.

The universe wants me back.

The Bricks We're Made Of

People are just shadows,

Silhouettes in the dark of a lamp lit room.

We don't really see anything but the wall we're cast on.

Our sudden movements, drawing motions like mere wind.

And everything that is golden is always buried in the last box.

Maybe that's why so many people create their own and fill it with jewellery. 

We hear about stories of the rainbow, and magic fairies from another land.

And we always believe or cling to the hope without the existence of it's presence.

If we could break down the wall,

Maybe we could land amongst another planet.

If we could break down the wall,

Maybe we could escape our sullen shadows.

Break away with the switch of a light, and enter a valley of Eden.

Forbidden

Offered my heart
Spilt open and caged.

But you shut down,
Your effort unengaged.

Losing every chance
To reach out of your range.
To grasp hold of potential magic..

But your wariness holds you down,
I tried to break your chains.

You are enslaved,
In love with demons.

They will pick a part your soul,
And when you wake up..

I'll be gone.

Modern World

The one who rests upon her seat,
Plays without aim and seeks defeat.

Head in the clouds reflective and sincere,
Wasted time and unproductive years.

Turning black and and cracked and gone,
But that soul never stops searching for the sun.

Bright and white and dripping into blue,
The sky that sweats precipitation, and hue.

But in the field of flowers, rest assured
One will speak
One will seek
The soul will be found.

Rescued from a maze, consumed.
Escorted the way out, the end of the halt.

The beginning of life...
Breathe now, darling.

Reality is her enemy
Create dreams and colours
Instead.

Livid

Careless straining
In my voice.

Against all the pain I have tried to fight,
You have caused within me.

Veins becoming visible now.

Suffocation progressing without an escape.

But all exits are indestructibly sealed.