Love is...

Some say love is a razor that leaves the soul to bleed
I say that love is a flower that creates many new seeds
One love brings more,
Like a sapling may bring a forest

Some say love is a hunger, an endlessly aching need
I say that love is a power that gives strength of armies,
To mere man
To win the terrible battle and see his love again

Some say love is a forceful river, which drowns the tender reed,
I say that love is the sunlight that brings life to the earth
The light empowers the greenery to spring forth from the ground
To bring the air that the creatures breathe

Love is in the eye of the beholder
My eyes must be blessed,
For I see perfection,
I love you

You're Just a Parasite

We just ignore all your lies,
See right through your disguise
Give us a reason to listen,
A reason to show you any kindness
When you act so mindless
You don’t give a damn who gets hurt,
Treat everyone like dirt
Why?
Why should we listen to you?
Because that’s all that you can do
You spread rumors,
Either change, or go away
We have no need for you to stay
So please,
Just leave us,
Quit trying to please us.
Your lies have no effect,
All you are is a slight defect
We can make do,
Without someone like you
Hell, we never needed you
You’re just a parasite to us
So we don’t bother to make a fuss
But now we’re getting rid of this flea
So just flee,
Flee to someone who cares,
Because we don’t.

Shaken Up

You bottled everything up
Now wait for the explosion
Everyone is on your nerves
The anger rising, like never before
Either you let it all out
Or you’re going to explode
Spill your insides to everyone
Or keep it all inside
Either way,
Eventually you’ll snap
It would have been better to let it all out
But now, you only have this choice
Explode now, or later?

Living In the Music

There is no afterlife as far as I can see
Because heaven is right here,
On Earth
You’re right in front of me
My arms wrapped around you, tightly
Swaying gently to the music
Right where I wanted to be
Right here and you’re with me

I don’t care what hardships I have to suffer the next day,
Because we’re living here and now,
Living in the music
Gazing into your eyes, lovingly
Singing to each other
Right here,
Just you and me

I’d suffer through hell to be with you,
Just to see you once more,
Dying to see you
Giving you just one last kiss, departing
But never losing each other
Together,
Always
The music keeps us alive and together.

Self-Expression

The smell of ink fills the air
The words slowly fill the paper
Flying out of the mind and then slowly creeping onto the page before you
Inspiration fills the blank space
And rids you of your boredom
Just seeing your thoughts on a page eliminates worries, troubles and pain
And now you can fill the space they left, with the joy in life.

Boredom

Boredom inspires creativity, so they say
If so, why are we creating ways to rid ourselves of boredom forever?
All this technological nonsense?
Why hide the thing that inspires us so?
Without boredom, I have no doubt that none of these things would even exist
Computer, TV, who needs them?
So go ahead, enjoy your "fun"
Because, I'll stay here and use this boredom to my advantage.

Hero

Why did I have to pull out THIS book?

Why couldn’t I have found a normal book? i could have just scanned a plain old book, absorbing nothing. Why not?

It just had to be this one. Even its cover fascinates me.

Staring at the hard-bound book, not even attempting to read yet. I gaze lovingly at the Chinese pagodas and beautiful flowers.

Just the binding drew me in. And now, I've read every page, but its not nearly complete. You stopped writing, whereas I won't.

You stopped caring, whereas I never will. I will keep loving.

You gave up and now you never show ANY real emotions. You became a shell of a man.

You became the cover of an empty book. you're just begging to have a story, to become the hero.

But now, its too late. When you passed this book along to me, I didn’t know it, but I became the one to live out this story. I became the hero.

So I shall live, learn and love as I see fit. And I shall be the hero of this empty book. My life is now the plot. My family and friends, are the cast. None of which are minor characters.

Each and every one of you shall accompany me on a life’s journey.

I shall be the hero, author of the story of our lives.

I'll take over. But now, I make the rules. My life, my story.

Deathbringer of Joy?

More beautiful words have not been spoken.

Given that you were truly happy, once upon a time.

I now wonder what has slain that joy.

Is it old age that I must put on trial for this horrible crime, murder of happiness.

Anything within my power, to return the joy you so obviously had, I will do.

Or is it I who killed this joy?

Was my birth really that terrible for you?

So terrible as to ruin your life?

Man Behind the Monster

Reading this journal makes me realize, there's a man behind this monster.

Your words, i can truly relate to. I feel your pain and know of true joy. Some of each, you have caused.

But just reading your words shows just how human you really are.

It just goes to show... There is really a man inside this monster.

Leave

One flick of the wrist
And it’s all over for you
All I have to do is drop the match
And watch you burn
This is what you deserve
All you bring is pain

I feel it sinking in
What I’ve truly done
And honestly
I still don’t care
You’re a terrible person
I hate you

I can only take so much
One more word could set me off
All I have to do is flick my wrist
And you’re gone forever
That’s all I’ve ever dreamt of
Losing you

So burn,
Burn like the rest of the demons
Leave just a pile of ashes
Leave me here
I've had enough of you
So just Leave.