our flame has yet to die

i ache to fill the distance between us with more than words and i miss yous; i long to feel your hands in mine and to tell you i love you without hiding behind a screen. i want to see your smile instead of referring to the one etched in my mind and i want …

i will fly

life just seems to free fall around me  as i sit in the passenger seat watching  someone else write  my story. i kick my heels and strain against the dirt  piling up against me can't   won't don't  want to grip onto these shackles; they wind round my wrists and  keep me captive. i am frozen …

what’s freedom

What's freedom When you're taught to fly within a gilded cage What's inner peace When you learn to subdue your inner torments Where's individualism When you tailor your traits to the norm How are you free If every action is puppeted by the opinions of others Can you truly say You've had a taste of …

the greatest sin of all

No one sees the pain we etch into the walls. Instead they see malnourished kids in distasteful conditions. They see tears of grief but don’t feel the pain of losing a mother, a father, a child to weapons of destruction. They imagine the pang of loss we must feel, but they don’t experience the aching …

poisoned minds

The environment we live in is toxic. It poisons our minds and kills our humanity. And that's why I'm addressing you, the people of toady, in the hopes you will nurture a safe haven for all to prosper in. We live in a society where we allow the media to dictate how we look, social …

wolves of confliction

to belong and not belong at the same time is one of the most frustrating and tiring feelings of feelings. so torn apart by the wolves of confliction who feed on your smiles and nurture your tears and provide you with a blanket of darkness. it's so cold though - it doesn't preserve the warmth …

we keep it alive

i give thou a tainted rose

with fallen petals

and sharpened thorns;

the silence

the silence isn't all that silent if you think about it.   can't you - can't you hear that?   the crying of the heart and the weeping of the soul as we coexist with the poison that runs in our water and runs in the blood.   we walk with our eyes closed and …

there is a fairytale

there is a fairytale and it doesn't feature me; i've fallen victim to failure where there's no stargazing of ambition and no believing of the self. my mind is the thunder and the storm and the rain; it forgets about the sunshine and instead it remembers the hail. a walking contradiction a fullstop. where's the …

dying dreams

Write a response less than 750 words based on the following sentence: You look into the mirror, only to see that it isn’t your reflection staring back at you, but... You look into the mirror only to see that it isn't your reflection staring back at you, but all your broken dreams and shattered hopes. …