our family friend's friend had a son who ran to forest
surprise was a word of a day as the word got out
bruised and blue unbudging gem of most crystal truth before gathered excuses at the wake all dressed in drought
forgotten were the screams given as answer to heart begging to be listened
wind rippled through his clothes shadows ran ahead of him before tree line closed
they said there was snow on his soles
i imagine he outrun his demons and held victory ball in snow covered grove
my friend goes to party of some friend who is not my friend
i text 'have fun' then wonder how to make new friends if you are never invited anywhere
my friend talks about birthday dinner he is taking his friends to while i am waiting behind glass for irony to be acknowledge
he played it cool said he doesnt like mixing his friend groups
there are crumbs of cake for me if i wish to come day after at tea time
we are so polite makes me want to throw up aren't we supposed to be having fun before they come with chains cause we failed to do a runner while jury was out
i would say it's karma that coincidences aligned making him revoke his invite if i weren't taught to be polite and not this spiteful monster that resides behind my smile behind all my carefully crafted lies
bluest eyes i have ever seen outside my mind
how did it feel when your plans fell out
did you think of loneliness between my cracks
did my words come back sinister echo from place of regret
taking red slip out of wallet like you could ever forget what you wanted from night out
isnt it tragic to know love is conditioned paradox: made to be loved, unable to love
you have so much to learn
i hope you will be free one day just like birds in your inked prayer
blame it all on the date on calendar
ignorance has nothing to do with supernatural
I have always wanted to find the culprit
why does it matter if someone doesnt care
we will all be oblivion one day
i wonder did son of woods keep a diary
did he write his thoughts hoping poison will get out
did the realization that hopelessness has no way of getting eradicated once it takes root made his handwriting messy and impatient
did he break his own heart during sleepless nights that became only respite from world that only knows how to shout
did the daydreams fail him miserably did the dreams gave up on him
did he hold on till winter as last hope someone would follow the foot marks and stop him
i hope he found freedom
i hope he howls with wolves
i hope he haunts nightmares of every soul that made him feel unreasonable and fragile
i wonder did they throw away the diary
did they burry the guilt to survive cause that's what this is all about
survival of cruelest.
it's never no one's fault but your own for believing someone cares how you wish to live your life
people will do everything to kill your will to live
build piers for your dreams then warm their socks on ashes of your descend now that you cant fly away
release arsenic if needed in air you breath to kill whats left alive
people will rather kill the good that try to give advice in good nature mistake of putting themselves on line for someone who will never change when told their behaviour hurts those around them
snow melted three times over since lives faded into names parents are afraid to mention in front of those that stayed
like escaping the doom of drowning in bilge of your burned ruined silenced potential is not the bravest con
for someone who i never really knew outside birthday parties when we were still kids when we were still all invited,
his ghost sure does work overtime to haunt my words like we have shared history unfinished business cautionary tale keeping me alert never to drop my guard keep writing poison will only get blacker but dont you let it stain your heart
perhaps the dead get transcript of souls similar to avert them from going over percipice before it's too late
how long were we fighting same war unknowingly on same sides different frontlines
who counts fallen and lost
who reads anymore poems of the disturbed
run uncorrupted child, run away dont look behind
there is nothing here worth saving
all the good ones are dead or snuffed out anyway.
