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The sadness of your words

The sadness of your words

The sadness of your words

The edge is rugged and yet it shines with a subtle grace
The darkness at the bottom craves to find its place
Assumptions based on stories from people who evade the truth
Tales of brimstone twisted into smiles breathing sooth
But its embrace feels saver than the other holes surrounding it
Each sole purpose is to help you escape, help you forget
For memories leave a scent that the abyss hunts for
And you would rather surround yourself than have it touch your core
True darkness never breaks the mind instead it reinforces
Never move out of fear of opposing forces
The light springing forth from this fissure you are about to sleep in
Will use techniques to claim you that darkness would be condemning
Any light that tells you to jump in and ignore your life is wrong
But a drug like hope is simply too strong
And light sells itself through every sense it can find
But within the rays is something detrimental to your mind
Solitude is rarely an answer to the issue of being social
Slight errors can explode but only do so if you’re too emotional
Handle your fear instead of taking it with you into the dark
Judge yourself, for any rule or opinion will miss its mark
Standards of angels will forever fall, due to broken wings
Their feathers too heavy, laced with the consequences of what hope brings
They are swept under the darkness and thrown into the pit
Then they say that angels are sleeping in it
There is no need for stepping away from you to find you
The light inside this hole will make your fears ring true
Saving you is the last thing any hole tries to do
Keeping you in, allows the edges to remain clean
And the light ensures that any cut will remain unseen
Falling down this jagged wall will scratch your soul
And climbing back up will place you in a new role
Where hands from the light will grab and choke you
Stones and rumours will be thrown till your skin is blue
Escaping the light carries more dangers than the dark ever will
Hearing you’re about to jump, rendered my heart still
But my hand wasn’t made to reach out
And my pain can hear your pain shout
But my words never reached your waist
And all my love for you seems to be a waste
The sadness of your words run deep
To a place where hopelessness sleeps
Yet all I can do is watch, as you jump in
Watching you disappear gives me a mixed feeling
Because I want to console your words
I want to help you
I want to heal your scars
I want to dispel your fear
I am lost
Due to the sadness of your words


The sadness of your words is a piece that I felt I needed to write. Because sometimes some people say certain things that just make you said. The sadness of your words is something that you want to tell them as they say that they are about to do something. Or they are feeling a certain way. And you just arent able to help them, because you dont have the right words or you dont have the capabilities to physically help them. And that inability hurts, more than most people would care to admit. And that is why I wrote this piece. The sadness of your words is something you shouldnt experience, but if you have then this piece is one you can relate to.

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Chasing a Feeling

Chasing a Feeling

Chasing a Feeling

The trouble with not knowing what you want out of life is that you will drift to find it. And sometimes you have a feeling you cant define guiding you. And that is one of the most painful things a free spirit can go through. Because then you are no longer chasing a dream, no, you are chasing a feeling. An emotion not linked to an event but to something you have yet to find. And the only clue you have is those small moments of happiness you come across as you try new things. So you hope or perhaps even delude yourself in believing that those small moments of happiness can give you a long lasting moment. Which is true for some but for most it is nothing more than a burden. Because explaining to normal people what you want, becomes a task you can’t fulfill.

You find yourself stuck trying to defend a dream you never saw. And you try to define it for yourself so you can explain it to them. But the answer never really suffices because explaining an emotion that is based on chasing a feeling is hard to explain, let alone get. But yet you try because life without happiness isn’t worth living. You ignore all the snarky comments and frustrating discussions because you want to be happy. But then you find out that those moments of happiness cant be repeated. Every moment has to be new and it has to be different. Or else your feelings will turn on you and twist that moment of happiness into another dull moment. Or maybe even a routine that you can’t get out of. Making a week feel like a year and a year like eternity.

So you want to escape your escape and find something else. Because if the world becomes a place of normality without anything amazing, it becomes hell. And that is where I feel like I’m standing. In front of the gates of hell whistling a tune of ignorance as I think I’m content. But my inner voice is louder than most. My darkness has never had to hide and thus it feels comfortable being honest. And even though each word is drenched in an all consuming substance I still believe each one. Call me naive for believing the world is still amazing at 25 plus. Call me gullible for thinking I can still do anything. Call me a dreamer who does naught but divert the path of responsibility. Or call me a loner because I would rather walk in the dark on a undefined road than follow your steps.

Call me insane because I would rather be happy and uncomfortable than comfortable and miserable. Love starts from within and acceptance begins at understanding of self. Not everyone is meant for confinement. Play the keys of life as if you are trying to outdo the legends before you. Keep pulling at the threads of reality till you see the truth meant for you. Open the box and find the poor lost soul you never considered. I am chasing a feeling I never felt, but heard about. I’m craving a sensation based on a hunch given to me by minor glances. I am forever searching for that one place where I will no longer want. I am trying to let go of myself. So I can find me.

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One more dance

One more dance

One more dance

One more dance … One more step
I don’t want our time back
All I crave is what’s in between
Knocking down a precious dream
But I want to swing with you
Dance with you move with you
Get lost in the melody
Till everything is rendered empty
Forever stuck in an endless song
Our heartbeats synced to the drum
Revert to when we were strong
Go back to when we were dumb
Before we studied up on eachother
Before I lost a friend to a lover
Lets just stay here
in a moment we can’t define
Where hope is still above fear
And possibities run rampant
future as blank as before we met
Before everything happened
Before the destination was set
I want to dance with you
I want to forget who you are
And introduce myself again
I want every word I speak to be true
Live with you and you don’t feel far
Revive us with everything I can
I’m not ready yet so keep dancing
Tell the music to keep playing
Demand and extra key stroke
Pray for another note
Hope for just one more word
No matter how absurd
I want this to keep going
I want this to keep flowing
The lights can dim
The stars may go to sleep
The sun could lose its heat
I don’t care about a thing
I just want … No I need to be here
When the music stops it disappears
And every promise is anulled
Every emotion dulled
Every kiss is taken back
And our future fades to black
We lose what we were
And forget what we are
The pain will seep into my heart
And etch it’s name in a dark corner
It will tear logic and love apart
If not forever just a bit longer
It was just one more
But I lost myself
One last dance
One last kiss
One last time
Just give me that
Just leave me be
Let me dream
Let me love you


Sometimes you just arent ready to let it go. Because the love runs deep, and turning that into an empty spot will make the pain run deep as well. And people, or well most people, want to avoid feeling like that. Because heartache hurts a lot more than most injuries. And because of that, I wanted to create a piece that shows you that. One more dance is a request to keep close. One more dance is a piece about the love you feel as you let someone go. One more dance is that thing you want to say before you walk away. Because that One more dance is something that can give you that closure you need. One more dance is a piece about the rain you have to go through sometimes in life.

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Be careful out there

Be careful out there

Be careful out there

I’m scared, I’m scared you’re gonna walk out that door and never come back
Leave my sky forever moon filled and eternally black
I’m petrified you might find out how ugly this world really is
So please dress normally and not too provocative
Because some on the opposite side, don’t see past the outside
Unable to see you for who you are, and I’m afraid that one will take their fascination too far
Programmed by TV and so called movies, the stereotype defining you was given at first glance
So please don’t give them an opportunity or a chance
Avoid walking alone, make sure you’re holding your phone
So you can record the conversation and if need be your screams
We are living in a society where your worth is not decided by you
It’s decided by those who take it away from you
They will violate your dignity and ruin your pride
Leave you with scars you will forever want to hide
And that is if they let you walk
Because the dead don’t talk
And these predators always pick the ones that stand out
Or they wait in the dark to get you when there are no witnesses about
They hate you for having what they don’t have
They want to hurt you for reasons they don’t understand
You’re nothing more than a piece of meat they want to devour
Consume what you stand for and strip you of your power
I’m asking you, no I’m begging you, be careful out there
The world is a beautiful place but it’s filled with ugly people
And to those who should help, you’re nothing more than a statistic in a system that will forever keep you as a nameless number
The sleepless nights, the tear stains on your pillow that will stay no matter how many times you switch
The lies they tell to cover it up, the games the media will play
And I’m scared, because today might be the day
That you become a statistic
A hashtag that will be forgotten after a week
A name mentioned alongside others to signify a situation
To dignify a government that no longer cares about you
I’m scared, scared you’re gonna walk out that door and never come back
Leave my sky forever moon filled and eternally black
Be careful out there


Be careful out there is me wishing for something better than we have. Be careful out there is me hoping that the people who are supposed to be protecting us, would stop hurting us. Be careful out there is the beauty of hope. And I am not really a hopeful person. But I am tired of seeing the news, I am tired of seeing the pain. I am tired of the fear in my chest as they walk by. I am tired or being in this situation that keeps perpetuating. We need to break this down, but the only way we can do that is to make a solid bond. And the only solidness they understand is the one forged by the power of money.

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Let it go

Let it go

Let it go

I heard you when the victims fell
Each leaf dancing on its own breeze
Every inch of its ascension was hell
Emotions structured to spell please
My chest heavy with anxiety
My ambitions finally drowsy
My mind clouded with rage
My thoughts embedded with regret
Wrote it all down on a black page
Pain only valid while the ink is wet
I have to hurry up and move on
Eternal a myth, nothing’s that strong
Life consists of days not years
Joy shouldn’t be based on fears
Wasting moments expecting others
You’re the one in control
Redefine all that bothers
Stop depending on your soul
Let it go
Let it go
Let the waves take it away
Let silence say all it has to say
Let the dark heal the cracks
Let the light focus on what it lacks
We are holding wind in a storm
We are both in the wrong
And yet I cant forgive you
Forget what you put me through
Waves of emotions crash down
My tears have voices without sound
I still feel your residual heat
I have a ghost heart that won’t beat
I still caress the glass casing
In which the real one is residing
Keep telling myself to let it be
But my emptiness is too heavy
It weighs down with a smirk
Knowing nothing will work
Run into the night to escape you
Hide in my pillow, is all I can do
Because I am not strong enough
My wall impenetrable, not tough
It’s weird to sleep in loneliness
Cover yourself with sadness
Rest on tears mashed together
A ceiling made of “it will get better”
And all I want is to let it go
All I want is to forget
This feels like dying ever so slow
And all it took was one simple hit
I beg of me
Let it go
I beg of you
Leave me alone
Return my happiness
Let me start anew
Let me rebuild what you broke
Let me diminish the smoke
Bring me my old self
Let me be
Let it go


Let it go, because sometimes the world will just be too much to carry. Let it go, because sometimes its just not worth holding on to. Let it go, because it will always be more painful if you keep it in your heart. Let it go. That is what I keep telling myself over and over. Because I tend to keep a lot of stuff bottled up, and then I explode. Luckily I am able to explode at things worth destroying. But my fear is that I will shatter something I dont want to lose. And that is why I need to tell myself to Let it go. Because if I dont let it go, it will eat me up from the inside. It will destroy every cell that makes up the very essence of my soul. I will lose myself in my rage and in my pain. I will hate everything attached to it, and I will be someone I hate. So I need to let it go, so that I can still feel everything else. If you feel the same way, I am sure you will like this piece. And if you have a similar experience, please drop a comment and let me know.

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Hostile Takeover

Hostile Takeover

Hostile Takeover

I lost my previous self, somewhere in between motivation and fun
I can hear my old self screaming that he isn’t yet done
But motivation got together with dedication and did a hostile takeover
Leaving nothing standing as they try to rebuild the future
Reanalysing every decision, restitching every suture
Trying to build a skyscraper tall enough to scratch the stars
Ignoring what it cant heal, accepting any coming scars
But problems are to be expected when your drive exceeds logic
Friends are meant to be left, however sad or drastic
But reaching greatness with normal isn’t to be done
Those who watch every step meticulously, will never be able to run
My old self understands, yet lobbies for fun, rest and company
His decisions based on emotions as he feels lonely
But hard work, never looked back at what could have been, but at will be
Keep going strong until the stuff that fills our soul runs on empty
All of them have made sacrifices, leaving behind what was previously a priority
All for a goal none of them can truly see
This is the reality of one who goes all out for the sake of a dream
This is a world few ever see, out of fear for the unknown
But those who are willing to place it all on the line, often stand alone
Restructuring their lives, reshaping the pieces to fit a new puzzle
Throwing their hand, and demanding a new shuffle
But that old self, understands yet refuses to agree
Rejects the truth that this isn’t a possibility
My old self now sits waiting in front of the building touching the sky
Holding wings that might never again fly
But dedication and motivation told him that is a risk they are willing to take
For nothing but that long walk into the night will cause their take over to break

Army of dreamers

Army of dreamers

Army of dreamers

I am part of an army of dreamers

Our believes are the swords we swing

And our ability to question everything you ever told us is our shield

We bang them together as we chant our war cry

We want you to fear us, because we are here to tear it down

Every stereotype you cling to with hands of fear

Every bit of rage you can muster as we attack your definition of normal

We stand here, dreaming up tactics to redefine beauty

Staring at the sky with eyes that refused to grow up

Our imagination far exceeds our heartbeat

Our passion is what drives us to break down the limitations you want to put us in

That is why we stand here, ready for a war called denial

Our armour is pleas and cries of the voices you pretend not to hear

Our footsteps are forever embedded in the darkness of society

And all we try to do is refine the edge of the present

So that when they look at history they can find us in the lines

Because the very pages they look on were written by us

We are dreamers who want the freedom to dream

An army filled with more bravery than any war has ever seen

We can conjure up more casualties then the world will ever hold

We can crumble the walls of your world and rebuild them with paint

Our fists our bloody from pounding on the bricks they placed

The dirt under our nails can only be washed away by our tears

We are an army of dreamers that never sleep

We create, destroy, rebuild and redefine

We look at the stars as stories that have yet to be told

We look at the sky and question if it’s really blue

Our eyes never opened up, because they never closed

We are dreamers, an army of dreamers

Follow us or fight us

The choice is yours


This is Army of dreamers and its about the beauty of dreaming. Its about the beauty of chasing your dreams. And of course the best part of it all, being with like minded people. Because being a part of an Army of dreamers is worth more than most will ever know. Hear the beauty of someone placing it all on the line to work towards what they want. Hear the pain of someone failing as they try to achieve their dreams. Its a world where pain and beauty are forever intertwined. And so you have to work and keep working on making sure you reach your dreams.

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Im a true traveller

Im a true traveller

Im a true traveller

A gold sun setting its rays on a diamond sea
The silence of serenity gripped in the palm of beauty
BORING
But only to a mind that craves more
Only to a heart that wants to hear another beat
I have packed my backpack with empty pages
Shoes stitched from stories I have been through
Squatting to look at a horizon in constant fluctuation
With no clear path in front of me
I am ready to walk to find me a beautiful story
Don’t show me pictures of paradise
Tell me why you went there
Tell me the story behind that broken smile
Walk me through the desert of your love
And tell me the agony of each pebble of sand
Ive brought my provisions to stay till youre done
My eyes are closed so I can feel your words
Without them having to fight my vision
I want to hear the stories of a life lead
I want to hear how you saved one
I want to hear how you lost one
I want every little speck of dust resting on your past
I want to travel across the edge of every scar you received
Pick apart the bricks of the wall you created
I want the stories you hid to take away when you leave
And once we are done, I will simply take them with me
They will never leave my chest, for those stories are my treasure
More precious than any gem or image you might show me
Their beauty outshines any piece of art you can put before me
Every story I have ever written is pieced together by passion
But in the end my creativity is nothing more than mere glue
Holding together words to break the routine living
But no story, no tale, no amount of imagination can measure up to reality
The ugliness that sleeps in the dark is deeper than my light can go
And that is why Im donned in travelling gear
To find my way down, and each story added is a step in the right direction
No judgement, just an ear to hear what you say
Just a heart, to feel what you felt
No programmed responses, no fake tears
Genuine interest from a traveller that wants to hear it all
Should my memory ever give out, I have faith that my heart remembers it all
The world is filled with stories no one wants to hear
Because it will force them to look at the world with different eyes
But my eyes have been blind ever since I found the truth inside of me
So I want new eyes, I want new stories, I want to hear you
I want to see what you’ve been through
I want to share your pain, because I can handle it
And I am a traveller looking for stories to show me the world


Im a true traveller is what I feel like at times. Because I am constantly in search of great stories that can inspire me. Im a true traveller is what I feel like, because I crave them, and go search for them with people who I think could be interesting. I am willing to place myself in a weird and awkward situation just to make sure I hear something great. Im a true traveller is every sense of the word, because the experiences of other people are what make the world go round.

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I want to be famous

I want to be famous

Most of you want to be a celebrity
Have your name go down in infamy
Have everyone cheer you name
Bask in the light called fame
Cause who wants to stay unknown
Anonymity equals being alone
Well at least for most
Being unseen equals being a ghost
Have the world adorn you with love
Is a thing nothing stands above
So much love it could fill that hole
Fix the cracks on your soul
Yes being famous should fix it all
Just like Cinderella and her ball
But here is what most forget
For every up a down comes with it
Something they realize too late
Love rarely beats hate
The media is fickle yet constant
Love is nice but hate is dominant
Maybe a rephrase is appropriate
Drama and pain
Mean a bigger monetary gain
So the bigger the impact you make
The more money the pain can make
And journalism is a dead concept
Nowadays lies upon lies are stacked
The truth has no place in the news
Fabricating is how they pay dues
People believe what they see on tv
Even if its just pure fantasy
Cause the destruction of a celebrity
Is the main goal of this century
If you want to be in the publics eye
Never steal never tell a lie
Never stab someone in the back
Unless its on the way up they dig that
Yet still dream big but be aware
This world is a lot but its not fair
Your ambitions are lined with envy
Your dreams stand on others
Feel the anguish of a mind gone
All for a sense to belong
You are a leaf wanting to be a tree
Craving to become legendary
Tap your fingers on their pain
Till the sound drives them insane
Incorporate it into your creativity
Feed it to your insanity
Consume it all and convert it
Abuse every relationship
Distort the truth to suit you
Lie to get what is coming to you
manipulate what you can control
Destroy what you cant
Leave behind the notion of easy
Dismiss friendship and loyalty
Become a true celebrity
Smile in public and cry in private
And never forget you’re not alone
No privacy not even at home
And millions want your spot
They crave what you got
This is the world you wanted
This is the reality you craved
Walk it with tear stained eyes
Go through it naked and ashamed
Keep it all in till they move on
Till they forget about you
And you’re nothing but a memory
An icon of a generation forgotten
Play your part … And play it well
Your 15 minutes are coming up
Enjoy them … Enjoy them


This is the world that we live in. Because celebrities are close to being gods in their own rights. And people always want to become loved and adorned by loads of people. And they often tend to think, that love from strangers will be able to replace the love they lack in real life. And some just crave that spot light, because its a huge rush to get that position. And make all that money, so you dont have to worry about all those others things, you go through while being broke.

They say that there is something about me

They say that there is something about me

They say that there is something about me

There must be something about me
Something that resounds in infinity
A diamond line at the edge of my insanity
A pool of love at the extreme end of an endless pit of darkness
I assume they see something I refuse to witness
They hear a whisper of a heartbeat I no longer own
Where in a single moment they don’t want to leave me alone
Hold hands with fingertips scarred by the fire of passion
Where they assume they can come in without asking
This is what I go through
This is what they tell me I do
Mixed signals and false adoration dipped in empty kisses forever elusive yet enticing
This is what they tell me I do
They fall in love with a promise never given
They dismiss words repeatedly, and yet I need to be forgiven
I tend to spin a web I have no clue I spun
And regardless of the warnings, they never run
They keep thinking that pinning down the wind can be done
With open arms I bask in the sun that is a great conversation
With eyes that never opened I try to look inside of you
With hands that never felt like my own, I try to hold onto you
I try to sit in dirt and call it earth
Ignore it as if it never hurt
They think I’m sweet, think I’m something they can help or save
And I’m lucky, cause I keep finding souls so brave
But I’m a damaged soul, a broken heart and a twisted mind
I am nothing more than a fond memory you should leave behind
And yet, they stay, they crave a normal conversation where sex isn’t the key
They never met someone who listen without a second agenda, it’s crazy
Is the world truly that dark, has the sun truly lost its shine
Have we finally broken down every aspect of common decency
Where a conversation is a rarity
Where a regular friendship is considered insanity
Where me listening to you, makes you fall in love with me
Has the world truly been rendered this empty
There is nothing about me
I’m not special, I’m not unique but I damn sure aint normal
And yet it seems they think, that there is something about me
But there is not
If I say I like you, I mean every letter
If I say I enjoy being with you, I believe every emotion behind it
But why is it that we can’t talk and flirt without it being about something
Why can’t we just be friends that are NOT fucking
They say that there is something about me
I think it’s the fact that I’m crazy
I think it’s the fact that I listen
I think it’s the fact that I react in a different way
I think it’s because of something I can’t yet say
But they say, there is something about me
How sad…


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