full-moon-poetry

Hate and a drowned out fate had made up her life. People would ask "Who is to blame?" To these people, she replied all the same, "The enemy was food. " Although it may have seemed rather rude, The way she'd constantly refuse to eat, The way she'd constantly refuse to take a seat. Spending all her days working out, She still wouldn't let food near her mouth. Nights now spent in tears, Were the same nights spent with fears. Beautiful is all she wished to be. Now if only she'd see, The beauty she so wished to have, Was the same beauty she has always had.

The arrow in my heart, Anchors me... To her memory. To move on Would be to leave.. my heart behind

Why follow this masquerade? A parading masked charade ; That walks a beaten path. An unchosen life that they hath. With normality we're smitten. Either Fit in or be Fitten !! Isn't there space for all ? After all, is the world so small ? Why fit in.. when you can stand out ? If I can't then I demand out.. Why follow when you can lead If I can't then I shan't pay heed I'll pave my way out at any rate. Possibly set the beaten path straight.

He locked his. heart away, But lost the key now .... She can't steal it So she tried to break into the safe instead ended up.. breaking what's inside.

Life is an inequation, Unbalanced Unsolvable. Too many people Too many variables I need someone constant Someone of value.

Out of my own abyss – Jaded wings won’t carry me To the everlasting embrace of bliss. I’m not letting myself flee. Into the maze of my mind, I’ve become an absentee. Stepping out of the obscurity – My enemy spreading violence, My own self-reflection… Shroud me in deaf silence. Seeking - Self-retrieving, For I yearn the unbinding of my mind, By my own self – Confined…