voldemort

i burned all my diaries.

i tore up anything, 

anything that held you accountable for what you did.

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i close my eyes.

swaying my head from side to side,

my limbs follow,

my hips too.

all of a sudden, 

i'm rising away high above the dull grey ground.

flashback,

clock ticking, ten twenty

sweating bullets, as it's getting heavy

burden like a leash on me,

it ain't on my back,

no they took i by the neck

leading me into the dark

with only a tug here, a tug there to follow

my feet don't stop

they take i 

they take i again and again

till the blood drips 

and i cry.

then i look down.

i left that behind.

i left them all behind.

and now, i'm flying.

i'm free.

but the cold air sweeps across my naked back,

and i'm reminded how metallic that concrete pavement tasted,

the day they threw me out.

for trying to help.

for shouting for peace.

i realised then

that i was too small to understand.

i was too dispensable.

because even in the grand scheme of things,

all that mattered was the way they treated each other.

every time they argued,

that leash would tear at the back of my neck, 

making red streams of tears flow,

tears my body cried

against the confines of my mind.

my arms are stretched away from each other.

i lift my head up high, and even though,

i'm losing altitude,

i'm plummeting,

i want it to end soon.

i know i'll meet my old friends again.

but i want them to know,

i'm no longer what they knew.

i take no sides,

i have no say.

i just want them to see,

that i'll be okay.

i'll crawl on without them,

they can leave their chains on me,

but i'll move on with them.

all that matters is how they treat each other.

because my life will go on,

i'll learn to fly again.

but they'll be left there,

alone on the ground,

if they don't learn to pull each other up,

to the skies,

to our eternal home beyond the stars.

where the greyscale of our lives,

the mundane existence we have lived,

ceases to exist altogether.

the scars left by your chains will heal,

but until then, 

when will you rid your own demons?

when will you join me?

i still love you.

i can't help coming back for you.

and every time it ends, with that metallic taste of blood and concrete in my mouth.

can't we make it different this time?

try harder.

please.

Keep faith

Where do we go?

When we know the gates of heaven

are closed.

And the lights that shine on Broadway are far away,

and our hopes and dreams,

a feather to blow,

in the wind.

What do we see?

When we look into the faces of our children,

Do we promise them of life faithfully?

Or do we smile at them and tell them,

We will go.

And the gates of heaven'll be

standing ajar.

And the lights that shine the world, they're not far.

And our hopes and dreams

will always set us free.

Can we feel the wind

on our faces as we

fly across the seas?

Do we remember old and new

and their to-be's?

Do we sigh and smile

as nostalgia breaks

the evening tide?

Where do we go?

When we find the world's

a dark and scary place?

When the life that brought the August springs are far away.

And the petrified trees whisper to us,

as we walk.

What do we fear?

Have our friends just left us hanging on the shores?

And the bells that set the doves free, they're no more.

When family completely turns away?

Seems like yesterday.

But you should know

that there is hope

because there's tomorrow yet again.

And through death,

another life enters in.

And there's love for each and every turn away.

Just keep faith . . . keep faith

burning roses

memories slowly drifting towards me
and in the light,
it seems like all these scars come to life.

let's break all the mirrors in this house,
let's send the shards flying round,
because every minute i seem to stay,
i seem to die.

oh, let the walls burn right down
and let the curtains veil
this little girl's fate.

honey, you're growing up,
and it isn't a fairytale.
but it's okay because we'll find a way someday.

honey, it's gonna be tough,
and you're gonna be dismayed,
but He never gave you more than you could handle.

just light a candle,
and pray.
light a candle,
and pray.

that tomorrow, the cigarettes and wine,
they won't be the lie that separates your life and mine.
and all the money in the world,
can't bring you closer,
you have to will your heart
and fight like you're supposed to.

that's the way it is, honey.
that's just the way it is.

carousels

'carousel at Hyde Park'

within a matter of seconds,
the world stops blurring infront of my eyes
the pixels stop morphing
and put down their disguise.

i am called to answer,
in a court of law.
order, They say, is up to me
even if it seemed to grow further and further.

They said,
you. grab it back,
when we pull it away.
you. seize the chance,
when you are given another day.

to live.
pour vivre,
il y a une vie, seulement.

et, je ne suis rien une petite fille, d'accord?
i have a working mind,
and a beating heart.
a will to learn
my strength bestowed by God,
a marvelous start. a marvelous start.

take the world as it is,
that flaming orb in your palm.
let no jester's rhyme turn your head
and no man make you lose your charm.

"take what you can, give nothing back"
hit the road, jack.

you don't live here no more.